Page 84 of City of Sin (Men of Manhattan 1)

"Mmm." God. I put my hand on his chest again. "I just think that maybe this is not going to be as good as you're thinking." I was so embarrassed.

He sighed and placed his hands on the counter on either side of me. "I like that you're inexperienced. Trust me, you're not going to disappoint me. You couldn't possibly disappoint me."

I wasn't sure if that was true. He said he was going to do it my way instead of the way he wanted. Wasn't that disappointing? I didn't want that. I wanted all the dirty things he talked about. I wanted him to do unspeakable things to me. "I don't want to do this my way. I want to do it your way."

He lowered his eyebrows slightly.

"I want you to do whatever you want with me." I put my hands out in front of me. He had talked about handcuffs before. I think I wanted that. "Whatever you want." God, I'm such a slut.

"Fuck, Bee." He grabbed my waist and lifted me up over his shoulder.

"Mason!"

He slapped my ass hard.

Oh God. I liked how that felt. His palm stayed pressed against the back pocket of my jeans. He was carrying me somewhere, but instead of paying attention, I was looki

ng at his ass. I had unzipped his jeans, so they were hanging slightly lower than the waistband of his boxers. His ass looked good in jeans. Even better than it did in his suit pants. I ran my hand down the muscles on his back and traced the waistline of his boxers. I could get used to this view.

As soon as I thought it, he threw me down onto his bed. When I looked up at him, he had an unfamiliar glint in his eyes. He looked like he had me right where he wanted me, like I was finally giving him what he needed. I swallowed hard. The sheets smelled like his cologne and it was arousing me even more. I wasn't sure how many other girls had laid just like this in his bed before, but he was looking at me like I was the only thing in the world that he wanted.

"Get in the middle of the bed," he said as he stared down at me.

I didn't want to move. I wanted to revel in this moment.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to my feet. His grip was tight. "If we're doing this my way, it means you have to listen to me."

"Okay."

He put his hand on the side of my face. "Trust me, baby, you're going to like this."

"And why do you think that?"

"Because you're tired of making decisions. You want someone to take control for you. That's why you're here. You want me to show you everything that you've been missing. You want to surrender to me."

"And that's what you want? You want to take control of my body?" I never wanted him to stop looking at me the way that he was right now. He was right. I was so sick of making decisions. I wanted him to make them for me.

He smiled down at me. "I just want you."

"Okay." It seemed like he always knew exactly what to say. Maybe he'd still like me even if I wasn't good at this. I wanted to surrender to him. And maybe I could learn how. "Show me."

"Turn around." His voice was more authoritative than before. It was like how he got me to stay on our first date. I liked how demanding he was.

This time, I turned away from him. He pushed my hair to one side and ran his fingers down my spine. The feeling of his fingers on my skin made my heart race. Something glimmering caught my eye. I looked over at his headboard and spotted two sets of handcuffs. He hadn't been joking. And I couldn't wait to feel the metal around my wrists.

When his fingers reached the waistline of my jeans, he ran his hands around my hips. His fingers brushed against the top of my thong. I could feel his erection pressed against my ass. Every inch of me felt aroused, and he had barely touched me. I wanted him so badly.

"Mason." I arched my back slightly and pressed my ass against him.

"Don't move," he said and pulled back slightly.

I couldn't wait. It felt like he was torturing me on purpose. I reached down to pull my pants off, but he grabbed my hands.

"Bee, you asked me to show you."

His warm breath on the back my neck made me ache between my thighs. "But I..."

He grabbed my arm and turned me around so that I was facing him. "You need to do exactly what I tell you." The smell of his cologne made me even wetter.

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