Chapter Fourteen

“Pizza’s here.” Piper called out walking through the door with her arms loaded down with pizza boxes and other boxes of side dishes. Using the heel of her foot, she pushed the office door closed behind her.

“Hope you all are hungry. We have enough food to feed us for days.”

Stella looked up from the screen of her laptop as Piper and Angel took the greasy fast food over to the table and started laying boxes out.

“There’s nothing like a slice of grease to keep the body going at a time like this,” Angel said, sliding a large piece of pizza out of the box and onto a plate. She handed the plate over to Stella who kept it moving past her. Mason glanced up from the computer monitor he worked on next to her and took the plate only to set it down on the desk beside him to be forgotten.

“Did you find anything yet?” Piper asked, handing another plate to Stella.

“We might have come across something. We’re now waiting for the IP address from our search to come back and confirm where the computer that broke into our security footage is located. We think we have it narrowed down to a location, but we won’t know for sure for a few days.”

“Oh yeah? Anyone we might know?” Piper asked jumping up to sit on the table top as she bit off the end of her pizza.

Stella stole a quick glance toward Mason. She wanted to make sure he was comfortable with her sharing details. He nodded.

“No names have popped up yet, but we were able to narrow it down to a direct location within a mile radius of the IP address. The hard part’s done. Now we wait to see what names come up on the list and we cross check that with our members list. Mason thinks we should be able to get at least one name to consider.”

“Waiting is the hard part,” Angel said, biting out another chunk of her slice of pizza.

“So if there’s nothing left to do then…I guess I’m out of here. I need to go shower and change. I’m on the floor tonight. Cara needs a break and since Stella’s replacement hasn’t shown up yet, I’m up to bat tonight with Master Cullen for the long shift. Are you still staying in the shadows?” She directed her question toward Stella.

“Yeah, I think it’s best if I stay out of the public eye at least until we get the answers back on who the IP address belongs to. If this guy is, in fact, one of our clients, I don’t want them to see me out on the floor engaging with people. No one knows I came back from Georgia.”

“Stella, you can’t let this guy control you like this.”

“I’m not. I’m buying my time for a few days is all. No one but you guys know I’m here. As far as all our members know, I left days ago and haven’t returned. I would like to keep it that way until we get some answers back.”

“Are you sure you’re not just hiding out? I mean, it’s okay if you are. It’s not like we would blame you. I mean this guy has been stalking you for months now. That’s some scary shit,” Piper joined in.

“Call it whatever you like, but I’m being cautious. Now go. I’ll be fine here. Go run this place before the members think it’s a free for all around here.”

Piper and Angel glanced at each other before they both got to their feet and worked their way out of the office.

After giving them both a hug goodbye, she closed the door behind them leaving her alone with Mason for the first time since their plane ride home this morning. Once they got back into the club, he immediately called in a favor and got someone investigating the IP address as she went to work looking over security camera feeds trying to see if she could see anything or anyone who looked out of place. She came up empty handed.

“What now, boss? What is there left to do?” Mason asked standing from the chair behind her desk. He had been staring at the computer screen for the last few hours helping her go through the camera footage.

“There’s nothing left we can do. We went through all the security footage and have tracked the IP as close as our knowledge and equipment will let us. You can head out if you want. I think I’m going to head to my apartment and curl up on the couch for a few hours and just do nothing.”

Mason stretched his arms out over his head as his gaze found hers.

“Do you want some company? I mean, as much as sex sounds amazing right now, that’s not what I’m thinking. I really do mean just giving you some company. I can only imagine how you’re feeling about all this, and I don’t think it’s smart for you to be alone.”

She didn’t believe his reasoning but she was too tired to argue with him over his intentions; she wasn’t sure she cared any more.

She led the way out of the back of the building, across the paved pathway, and up the stairs to the small one-bedroom apartment she called home.

“What is this place?” Mason asked, falling into step behind her.

“It’s my apartment. The building came with it as another set of offices, and since we didn’t need more offices, we had it remodeled to be an apartment. I took it since I’m the only one who didn’t already have a house of my own. The other girls do. Whoever takes over for me at the club, will have the apartment at their disposal after I leave.” She paused at the top step glancing back at him over her shoulder.

“I haven’t brought anyone here. Ever. You’re the first.” She didn’t know why she told him that. There was no reason for him to know that. It made things between them too personal and that was a place she couldn’t go again. She didn’t wait for a response from him because she wasn’t sure if she wanted to hear it.

They both entered the small apartment, which closed them off from the rest of the world. She started to head toward the even smaller kitchen when two massive hands clenched onto her body stopping her from going any farther. One hand moved to rest on the edge of her shoulder as his other hand dropped to her side. Letting his fingers curl around the side of her waist he roughly pulled her back hard to the front of him. Crushing her back to his hardened chest.

Her eyes drifted closed at the intense feeling of having those rock-hard muscles flex against her. It felt wonderful being this close to him again. It had only been a week since they had lain naked next to each other, and she missed the feel of his body. The taste of his lips. The smell of the sex they created together.

Both her hands flew to graze the top of his that were at her waist. Keeping her hand with his as he shifted his fingers around the front of her body to lay flat against her stomach. Her fingers laced together between his and her head rolled back against his massive shoulder. His breath warm and heavy as it brushed against her cheek and the side of her neck. Sounds floated in the air between them and it took her a minute to realize the sounds were coming from her own throat.

Fire sizzled inside her stomach under where their hands were touching her. The burning lust threatened to lick down her body to the very core of her. Her heart pulsed quickly as she felt his wet lips ever so gently touch the side of her neck. Another moan rattled her body, and his hands made their way up her stomach. Fingers spread wide seeking until he lightly caressed the round bottom of her breasts with his fingertips. Her thin T-shirt acted as no barrier against the heat rolling off his skin. She could feel him everywhere. She wanted to feel him everywhere.

In this moment, she wanted to be his. She wanted him to claim her as no man had ever dared to before. The muscles in her chest tightened but not from the lust and desire. The tight tugs came from her heart. She had fought the pulls that wanted to bind her to him, and now she didn’t have any fight left. She didn’t want to have feelings for anyone.

Listening to her heart and her emotions only caused drama and got in the way of her life. She had decided to listen to her heart when she made the decision to take on Mason as a sub and look where that had led her.

His hands slipped down, cupping her breasts and gently squeezing them between his palms and fingers until she felt her own nipples harden against him. He was driving her crazy. Rolling her face to the side of his shoulder, she tilted her head back bringing her mouth against his and finally taking what she wanted from him. His hands released their hold on her before turning her body to face him. Pushing into her, he walked them backward and out of the hallway.

“I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m taking you with me.” His lips barely left hers to get the words out before returning to hers. He was leaving it up to her. Had she led him into her bedroom knowing they were going to have sex? Or had she led him into the living room where it would be much easier to get distance between them?

As if he could read her mind, Mason broke their kiss and stared into her eyes. “Where do we go from here?”

That one question sounded so simple, and yet, it was the decision that would make her future. There was so much more meaning behind it that she wasn’t sure how to answer him.

Bringing his hand up between them, he gripped her chin with his fingers holding her face up to look at him. “Which way are we taking this, Stella?”

He wasn’t asking her which room she should lead him to, he was asking her the same questions she wanted to ask herself.

“The decision is yours. Are you planning to leave when you no longer want to play? Are you only in this because you think it’s the only way I’ll sleep with you? Because I’m not looking for a new play partner. I’m only insisted in a partner for good. A partner in life.”

She winced at her own words, imagining how he was going to take them? She didn’t want to scare him off but it was past time to start sorting out what they meant to each other.

“I also want you to know that I’m not looking for a ring or a husband. I still have my Dominant side that I need to let out. I’m looking for someone who wants to share in that life with me. Someone who is okay with the darker side of me and the life I’m wrapped up in. I need someone who can balance me out and make me whole. That’s what I’m interested in. Sex is just the fun stuff that fills in the middle.”

Her gaze searched his. Wondering and seeking for signs of how her words affected him. If he felt repulsed by them, he didn’t show any signs. He didn’t pull away or look at her with the pity she feared he might. Her gaze dropped to his mouth watching his lips part slightly on a breath, drying his lower lip.

“Which way is it going to be?” she asked, her gaze darting back up to his. His mouth began to curl into a smile before he lowered back to hers. “I’m kind of curious about that bedroom of yours.”

It was all the answer she needed. Swinging her arms over his shoulders and around his neck, she drew herself up onto her tiptoes tugging his face down to hers to lock their lips into another demanding kiss. She opened to welcome his tongue inside, using it to caress the dark curves of her mouth, swirling and licking at hers.

Stella took a step back; she refused to let him go as they moved toward her small bedroom at the end of the hall. Her hands slipped from behind his neck to the front of his shirt and unbuttoned the tiny buttons freeing them from their holes. His hands fell to the bottom of her shirt hooking his fingers underneath to drag the fabric over her chest and head. She released his mouth to pull the shirt between them tossing it to the floor. Fusing their lips back together in a hunger they felt only for each other.

He seemed to be everywhere at once. His fingers skimmed and explored every inch of her chest and bra-covered breasts as her own hands worked at getting the sides of his shirt open and pushed back and away from his shoulders, tugging the material down his arms to drop on the floor.

“Door?”

His deep growl caused her to tremble. “It’s just the bedroom door, and it’s just us.”

His mouth crushed hers again backing her toward the bed until she felt the edge of the mattress against her backside. Mason penned her against it giving her no place to retreat to except for on top the comforter. His body followed her down crawling farther up the bed until his chest laid on top of her. An uncontrolled moan escaped her lips at the feel of his hard body pressed against her. Wrapping her arms around his back, she pressed her palms into his back holding him closer. With a groan of desire, he tore his mouth from hers. “Whatever this is between us, is…”

Is perfect. “Is what?” She nipped at his lower lip and chin as she waited for his response.

“I don’t know. There’s something about being with you that feels…right.”

Those words were the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to her. Her heart sped wildly. “Me, too.”

“Now that I know what it’s like to have you in my life Stella, I don’t think I could let you go if you wanted me to.”

Her eyes stung with moisture. She didn’t bother to wipe them away as tears slipped from the corner of her eyes to roll to the pillow behind her head. “I don’t want you to let me go.”

His forehead pressed against her before his mouth founds her again. “I’m glad we agree.”

She slid her hand between their bodies, working her way to the button at the front of his pants. He mumbled a curse before bringing his own hand between them to help. She liked his eagerness.

Stella tugged at the opening of his pants wiggling her hands under the denim of his jeans. Impatient to feel the weight of him in her hand she reached for his cock and felt his heat enter through her skin. Wrapping her fingers around his girth, she groaned at the feeling of him growing even harder. She needed to get these damn pants out from between them. Using her free hand, she pushed and tugged the material over his hips to slide down his ass.

Finally, he pulled his pants off, kicking them down his legs and to the floor. He didn’t have anything on beneath his jeans.

“You feel so good against me.” She reached for the snaps on her own pants not caring that she ripped the material open. Labored breathing made it nearly impossible to catch her breath as desire clawed at her insides. She needed him inside her. She needed to feel skin on skin.

“Here, let me help you. I want you naked in the next thirty seconds. I want you submitting and answering to me and only me,” he told her pushing her hands out of his way to work the button loose. She wanted to give him as much of herself as he was giving her. The throb inside her body ached, an agony she had never endured before. Being with Mason made her finally understand how some women say they became emotional wrecks during sex.

She had never needed to satisfy another person as much as she needed to please him. The tears threatened at the backs of her eyes. She had to please this man, even if that meant her heart got involved. A whole new concept for her to even think about.

Mason pulled back from her to drag her jeans from her waist and down her legs.

Moving her hands to wrap around his neck, she tugged his face closer to hers so her lips could meet his in a hot passion filled hunger.

“Take my bra off.” The demand sounded softly spoken but she hoped he took her seriously. She might be letting him have control over her body, but he was taking too long getting her completely naked.

“Are we back to commands so soon?” His demanding voice fluttered with control as he sat back on his heels and did as she told him to. Reaching to her chest, his warm fingers slide under the smooth fabric of her bra and released it. Thankful she had worn one that fastened in the front.

“I’ll never leave my dominant ways. It is who I am.”

“I will never ask you to. I like your dark, sexy side. Just as long as you let me take the reins every once in a while.”

She grinned at the mental thought of him controlling her. She could share the lead with him. They’d learn from each other. His fingers pushed the cups of her bra away from her breasts as he tilted away slightly so his eyes could run the length of her body. She didn’t have to ask him what he was thinking, she could see it there in his hungry eyes.

“Tonight is my turn. You’re in my hands.”

His fingers bit into the globes of her breasts skimming his palms over the hard tips of her nipples, dragging a tiny squeak of a moan out of her throat where he captured it with his mouth.

With a force of determination to get inside her, his hands slid down her stomach over her mound to her thighs forcing them open to bare her to his gaze. Stella sank into his control, letting herself fall helplessly into his hands. She was his to control tonight. He was the master of her body.

The ache between her thighs pulsed sweetly. “Touch me.”

He answered her pleas by moving his hot mouth down the front of her body, over her collar bone, and down the valley between her breasts before taking one of the swollen tips deep inside his mouth. Her back bowed off the bed, pressing her breast farther into him. He quickly dropped the wet hold he had and met her eyes.

“Are you going to try to top from the bottom, sweetheart?” he asked throwing one of her own questions back at her.

Her lips turned up at the sides, she couldn’t help but to feel a little bratty. “I’m just making sure you know what you’re doing.”

He leaped off her and away from the bed so quickly, it took her a minute to realize he had done so. Sitting up, she watched him rummage through her bedside stand until he found something that interested him. Turning slightly back toward her, he held a scarf in the air between them. “New or used?” She knew what he was asking. He wanted to know if she had used the scarf in any form of play with another. Judging by the seriousness in his tone she thought better of it when the thought of teasing him came to mind. “It’s a little old, but it’s never been used for play.”

“Good. Lay back on the pillow with your hands above your head.”

She hesitated for a second, eyeing him as she moved to follow his instructions. She trusted him just as he had trusted her to take care of him.

Leaning over until his face hovered inches above hers, he kissed the tip of her nose then dropped a light kiss over her lips. “You may borrow my safe word. Watermelon is the only thing that will stop me.”

He reached for her arms, crossing them at the wrist as he wrapped the scarf between her flesh and the bars of the headboard. Once she was as secure as he wanted her to be, he leaned back to admire his handy work.

“I can see how this sight gets you going. Seeing you like this and knowing I have your complete trust is like a high I don’t want to ever give up.”

He stood from the bed, walking to the foot he reached for one of her ankles. “There’s nothing down here for me to tie these lovely legs to so I’m going to insist you keep your feet flat on the bed.” He bent her leg at the knee before placing her foot back to the mattress. With her legs bent and spread wide, her cleft was on full display for him. His gaze dropped to that spot and lingered, eating up the sight of her. “You’re so wet, baby. I can see the moisture building for me.”

Her gaze drifted over his massive body as he stood by her feet eating her up with his gaze. The muscles on his chest and abs flexed hard with tension. His cock stood straight up as tiny drops of dewiness wept from the opening at the tip. She moaned as her eyes rolled back and closed. She wanted him inside her more than she wanted her next breath, but he was the one in charge and she knew better than anyone how these games were played. If she asked him to give her an orgasm now, he would only make her wait longer.

Placing a hand on the leg closest to him, he trailed his fingers along her calf, over her knee and thigh until it fell to the center at her pelvis. She watched him touch her, seeing caring and intrigue in his eyes.

“So beautiful. So perfect.” His voice had gone deeper, huskier. The hand that rested on her stomach turned directions and slowly slid between her bent thighs to the moist junction. Her eyes drifted closed as her tongue slipped out to lick at the dryness of her bottom lip before rolling it between her teeth.

“Look at me. Watch me touch you.” His voice felt like sandpaper sliding roughly over her. As her eyes lifted open, she met his heated gaze before dropping them to where his hand rested at the top of her mound. The urge to thrust her hips demanding that he touch her where she needed him the most, had her body breaking out in a sweat. Rolling a corner of her bottom lip between her teeth again, she bit down to keep the words locked behind them.

“I’ve never taken my time or paid this close of attention to a woman before you. None of the women I’ve been with has ever made me want to spend the time to really see them. To watch her body, get ready to take me inside her and yet here I am watching you do exactly that. I can’t tear my eyes away from you, you’re beautiful, baby.” The tip of his middle finger dropped over the edge disappearing from her sight to apply pressure to the hood of her clit sending the little nerve rapidly pulsing. Rubbing his finger back and forth, her clit throbbed with the sudden blood rush the small stroke caused. The teasing stopped as he slid a finger into her moisture to sink to his knuckle.

A soft gasp left her as her mouth open as she tried desperately not to remove her gaze as he had instructed her. She watched him pump in and out of her. After every stroke his hand would glisten with proof of her wetness. Her fingers wrapped around the silky scarf holding her wrists together. She wanted to be free so she could touch him and drive him wild with need as he was doing to her.

“Do you like what you see, sweetheart? Does it feel good?”

“Yes…” she moaned unable to get another word past her lips.

Before she could think about what he was going to do next, his hands gripped her legs pushing them farther to the sides as his face dropped to her wet core. Replacing the finger that had been inside her with the moist thickness of his tongue. Bucking wildly, she nearly dislodged him from the bed as her hips flew off the mattress.

“Mason,” she screamed digging her fingers into her restraints around her hands. Labored breaths escaped her as he licked his way deeper inside her.

Using his thumbs to spread her wider, his flat tongue licked her cleft from opening to clit. Her head rolled back against the pillow and her eyes drifted closed. She didn’t know how much more of his sweet torture she could take. A muffled growl vibrated against her tender flesh nearly sending her over the edge.

He pulled away from her quickly, yanking at the binding that held her wrists, freeing her hands from the headboard but not from each other. Her eyes flew open as he jumped off the bed; he turned her body until her butt teetered on the edge of the mattress, matching their bodies up to the perfect height as he remained standing on the floor next to her.

“I can’t wait any longer. I need to get inside you.”

Her legs fell to the side as he wrapped his hands under her thighs to bring her heat right up to his waiting cock. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me.”

“I want you,” she moaned, hooking her legs behind him, crossing her ankles at the small of his back.

His hands slid down the underside of her thighs supporting the weight of her legs. The tip of his cock nestled at the opening of her folds, waiting for him to push through. “Look at me. Tell me again you want me.”

Her gaze drifted up and locked with his. “I want you, Mason.”

“Good.” He drew his hips back then plunged forward slamming inside her taking her breath away. Yanking her wrists free from the scarf she reached for his arms needing something to hold on to but he grabbed ahold of her, intertwining his fingers with hers dropping them back to the bed beside her head.

He braced his weight and balance on his legs and arms and thrust hard and deep. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep her release bottled inside.

Retreating from her hungry body, he pulled back until just the tip remained lodged inside her. The head of his swollen cock brushed against her clit making her buck off the bed every time.

“We’re so close. Are you ready, baby?”

Words weren’t possible. She nodded her head instead, welcoming every thrust in and out. Without letting go of the hold he had on her hands, he leaned closer bracing his weight with a knee on the bed. The angle gave him more leverage to thrust.

Her breathless moans were all she could hear among the squeaking of the bed frame. “Mason?”

“I know, baby. Come now. Let go with me.”

Sweat beaded across his forehead as his hips pounded toward her fucking her harder into the mattress. A scream ripped through her throat as her orgasm tore through her body with a wave of dizziness. His chest pressed toward her, his body tensed above her and his fingers dug into the skin on the back of her hands. He was following her down the same path.

She felt Mason’s weight collapse overtop of her sweaty body as she waited for her breathing to return to normal. Bracing his weight with his elbows on either side of her head, he kissed her cheek before moving to her lips. “That was incredible. I think I need to be in charge more often.”

His sureness made her laugh. “You think so, do you? We’ll see,” she teased running her fingers through his sweat-slicked hair pushing back the lock that had fallen away from his forehead.

“We’ll do more than that, sweetheart.”

Before she had a chance to protest, he reached for the covers on the bed and yanked them down before he lifted her body and settled her between the crisp cool sheets. Rolling to her side, he positioned her so her back tucked nicely into his chest and her ass pressed tightly against his depleting cock. A soft smile stained her lips as she closed her eyes and shifted her head softly into the pillow. She wouldn’t mind giving him more control in the bedroom. She would love wrestling with him for control every night. It didn’t take sleep long to find her as she drifted off. Happy she had finally found her equal match.