The Tycoon and his Honey Pot

by Sabel Simmons

  His eyes dropped to the curve of her neck and his expression turned vicious when the dark purple love bite in her neck was clearly visible and further proof to her identity.

  “Mason … please … let me expl …”

  “Shut up. You do not get to talk now. You had ample time … now … I am not interested.”

  His hard hands gripped her shoulders, swung her around and pressed her forward until she bent over the boardroom table. She started to struggle and pleaded with him.

  “Mason, please!”

  He ignored her and she wailed when he pulled her skirt up over her hips and bared her completely to him. She intensified her struggles and cried in denial when he ripped her G-string in two, kicked her legs apart and stroked his fingers down her cleft. He growled at her heat and wetness surrounding his finger.

  “So eager and willing … yet so deceitful …”

  She pleaded with him again when she heard him pull his pants’ zipper down and then gasped when he rammed his hard shaft inside her, so hard and deep she cried out. Never has he felt so big and been so deep as right at this moment. Even through her tears and heartache her body heated and her sheath gripped him tight.

  He stared thrusting furiously inside her, pulling out and plunging back hard and deep, his mind in turmoil, hating that he wanted and needed her with so much intensity still … even knowing how she deceived him. She panted and her hands were fisted and one pressed against her mouth, desperately dampening her cries and moans at his plundering of her body.

  He leaned closer to her face, his hips slamming against hers, back and forth, his anger driving him and his hands were hard around her hips keeping her still and in place.

  “You better have those brown lenses out of your lying eyes by the time I am finished with you, Brooklyn.”

  His voice growled in her ear and she shivered as she felt the familiar tightening in her groin. The pressure build to a devastating height until she cried out in despair as an unwanted but shattering climax ripped through her body. She gripped his shaft and milked him deeper inside her and he viciously plunged harder and deeper until his own release shot from him forcefully and he growled huskily.

  His fingers closed around the tight bun at the back of her head and he started ripping the pins from her hair. She cried out when he pulled her hair in the process. His shaft tightened and grew hard inside her again and she moaned.

  “Are they out yet, Brooklyn?”

  “Mason … please don’t … I …”

  “Take. Them. Out.” He emphasized each word with a hard thrust inside her, stretching her as he rolled himself deeper inside her and she moaned. He continued to pull the pins from her hair and Brooklyn tried to remove the lenses from her eyes, but he kept trusting hard into her and she could not grip them.

  “Please stop! Mason, don’t do this! I beg you.”

  “Oh yes, honey. You will learn to beg very well in the coming weeks. I am waiting for those lenses, Brooklyn.”

  He kept plunging into her methodically, deep and hard, watching her face, enjoying the passion that flashed there, her quivering lip as she desperately tried not to respond to the constant friction he deliberately generated inside her.

  “I can’t … please … not with you …”

  “Not with me what?”

  He breathed hotly in her ear and she felt the tears burn behind her eyes and trickle down her cheeks.

  “Come on, Brooklyn, say it … what?”

  “Making love to m …”

  He growled and plunged even deeper into her.

  “Let’s call this what it is, honey. This is not making love to you … this is fucking you!”

  She cried and the tears now ran freely down her face and she struggled in earnest, but he clamped his hands tighter around her hips. He thrust his hips back and forth faster and watched his shaft as he plunged in and out of her, his breathing haggard at the erotic sight.

  He moved his hand around her hip and closed his fingers around her clit. He stroked and pinched hard until she keened through her tears and her body tightened. She was completely helpless in his hands and he controlled her body’s responses to his will. She curved her back upwards as another climax ripped through her. He followed her immediately and closed his eyes as his own body tightened and his knees went weak from the force of his release.

  He withdrew from her, pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and dried himself before he pulled his pants in place and zipped them closed. He watched Brooklyn as she pushed herself up from the table and pulled her skirt down over her hips. His mouth tightened, refusing to soften his anger and heart.

  “I want those lenses.”

  She still had her back towards him and he watched her lift her hands and removed them one by one with trembling hands. He walked up to her and took them from her hand, slowly crushing them between his thumb and forefinger. He pulled her face around to his. He refused to be weakened by the tears on her cheeks and quivering lips. She kept her eyes lowered and a sob escaped her lips. His jaw tightened once more.

  “Go and clean that shit off your face.”

  She turned and aimed for his office door.

  “Brooklyn.” She stopped and he pulled her around facing the door on the far side of his office.

  “In there.”

  She walked to the private bathroom and slithered down the back of the door to hunker on the floor. Her heart throbbed in pain, along with the throbbing and pulsing in her sheath from the two shattering climaxes she just had. She sat on the floor for a long while, struggling to stop the tears. His actions so unlike the man she got to know over the past nearly five weeks. Yet it was proof of his ruthlessness in retaliation for her deceiving him. Her heart withered inside her, crying for the love she found, only to lose it again so soon … through her own ministrations!

  Chapter Nine

  He stood in front of the window with his hands fisted in his pant pockets when she came out of the bathroom. He watched her as she walked towards him. Her face was scrubbed clean from the dark makeup, but even with her red puffy eyes and tousled hair she was still just as beautiful.

  “Mason, please let me explain.”

  She beseeched him in a soft voice, her eyes shining silver as they pleaded with his.

  “No. I am not interested. Not here and not now. Tell me Brooklyn … how much of the information on your application is the truth?”

  “All of it.”

  His eyes pierced hers, his face expressionless.

  “I already have my resignation letter on my desk. I’ll go and fetch it.”

  He remained still and stared at the bright sky outside, pressing his lips tighter together. She approached him and held out the letter to him. He took it from her and without looking at it, tore it in pieces and handed it back to her, his eyes scorching hers. He refused to even contemplate why she would have a typed resignation letter ready on her desk.

  “You are not going anywhere. You will be at your desk every day and serve me in everything I want you to.”

  She stared at him, her heart shrank even further. He intended to use her like a cheap whore. That much he made abundantly clear in the way he just took her on the table. She shook her head.

  “No … I made a mistake and I am so …”

  “I told you I don’t want to hear it. You will stay, Brooklyn, because if you don’t, I will break you, I will ruin your reputation in every aspect, including professionally. No company will touch you once I am done with you.”

  She had no doubt he meant every word and that he would not hesitate to ruin her. She swallowed the lump in her throat and forced the tears burning behind her eyelids back. She could not afford a bad reputation if she wanted to achieve success in the corporate world as an Industrial Psychologist. She turned and walked towards her office.

  “Brooklyn, you will not run crying to Michael. I will not allow you to ruin our friendship on top of everything.”

  “Did he …”

  “No.”r />
  “Then how did you know?”

  He turned and walked up to her, tracing her profile from her forehead all the way to her throat.

  “I recognized your profile.”

  Her eyes flared at the significance of that. She looked deeply into his eyes, stepped closer and drawing his head down, kissed him desperately on his hard unmoving mouth.

  “I will never regret meeting you, no matter what your intentions are from this point forward.”

  She whispered against his mouth. He pushed her away roughly and turned his back on her. He picked up her personnel file where he left it and settled on the chair behind his desk. He flipped it open to find her address and ignored her completely. She quickly gathered all her things that were still on the desk and left. With a heavy heart she discreetly carried on with her work.

  He left not long after that and she slumped in her chair in despair. Her cell phone rang and she cringed when she saw it was Michael.

  “Hi Mickey.” She tried to sound normal, but the tears were in her voice and Michael sighed.

  “Are you okay, sis?”

  “No … I hurt Mickey!”

  He cursed and she struggled to keep the tears at bay. She sniffled and sighed in resignation.

  “You were right … I should have told him straight away … now … he hates me!”

  “I am not so sure about that.”

  “He would not even let me explain!”

  “Where are you?”

  “Still at the office.”

  “I … don’t understand.”

  “He refused to release me from my position. He is livid. I don’t know how to make him listen to me.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  “Keep trying. I … can’t lose him.”

  “That’s the spirit, sis. Hang in there. Are you coming to the race this weekend?”

  She hesitated, bitter pain clawed at her for having sold her baby for nothing.

  “Maybe next week.”

  They chatted awhile longer until Michael was satisfied that she was calm and then ended the call.

  It was already after five when she started to clear her desk and switched her computer off when Mason sauntered in. He flashed a hard glance at her, and looked her up and down.

  “Is your whole work wardrobe this drab and two sizes too big?”

  She glared at him. “No.”

  “Good … make sure you don’t pack them.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I will pick you up from your place in two hours. Pack everything you will need until the weekend. The rest will be packed up tomorrow.”

  “I … why?”

  His eyebrows lifted. “You proved to be untrustworthy. You are coming to stay with me where I can keep an eye on you.”

  “No, I am not.”

  “Yes, honey … you are. Be ready in two hours and be warned, if I have to go searching for you, you will regret it.”

  The short rap on the door shook her to the core and she hesitated. How would she survive his hatred of her, his total disregard of her feelings? Was her new found love for him strong enough to withstand the callous man that was out to punish and make her suffer?

  A clearly impatient hard knock sounded again and she walked to the door, unlocked and opened it. He stepped through immediately, forcing her to step back. His eyes briefly took in the neat and modern furnishing, which reflected who she was.

  “Where are your bags?”

  “In the room. Mason, can we please talk?”

  He swung to her, his eyes as cold as the Arctic sea.

  “About what? Nothing that passes your lips is the truth, so what would be the purpose? I sincerely doubt I will believe anything you say at this point.”

  He looked around her apartment again, noticing her extensive collections of books, DVD’s and cd’s.

  “You better make a list of everything you want to take with tonight, so that they will know what to pack tomorrow. Any furniture, your books, linen … whatever. The rest you decide if we sell it, or if you want to give it away.”

  “Wha … what do you mean?”

  He speared a formidable glare at her, a sardonic smile on his lips.

  “This is the last time you will see the inside of this apartment. I told you, you are coming to stay with me.”

  “But … for how long? I have a lease!”

  “Not anymore you don’t. I gave notice to the landlord and paid the notice on your lease already. They have a long waiting list and he already signed a new tenant up, who will be moving in on the weekend.”

  “You … you can’t do that!”

  “Can’t I? It’s already done, honey.”

  He walked to her room and left her staring after him with her mouth hanging open and her eyes wide in disbelief. He returned with the suitcase and duffel bag and lifted his brow at her dazed expression.

  “Why?” She asked huskily, watching his eyes turn as dark as the midnight sky.

  “Why? I already told you, Brooklyn. I will never let you go. Unfortunately our future path seemed to have taken another turn and will be different from what I expected when I said that. Nevertheless, it doesn’t change the fact that you are mine. You, however, have set the bar for how things will be from this point forward.”

  “And how will that be?”

  “I guess you will have to wait and see. Let’s go, we’ve wasted enough time.”

  The look in his eyes warned her not to try and stall any longer and with a resigned sigh, she grabbed her hand-and laptop bags, turned and walked out the door. She waited for him to follow, then pulled the door closed and locked it. Before she could throw the keys in her bag, his hand closed over hers and pulled the keys from her hand.

  “Do you have a car here?”

  “No, I use public transport.”

  He nodded and stalked down the corridor to the elevator. When they went up rather than down, she realized he came by helicopter and parked it on the roof of the building. They were airborne soon after that, neither saying a word all the way until he landed the helicopter at the helipad on his estate.

  He turned to her and she felt his eyes on her in the dim interior light, but she refused to look at him. He sighed, got out and walked around to open the door on her side. His eyes were on her face all the time and he refused to step back. She was forced to slide down his body as she got out, her eyes lowered. He cursed, gripped her chin with a hard hand and forced her eyes up to his.

  She gasped at the glowing embers clearly visible even in the near dark. His head lowered and he kissed her with a hard and cold deliberateness until she opened her lips under his probing tongue. He pushed deep into the recesses of her mouth, probing and stroking her tongue, tangling, pulling and sucking it into his mouth. His mouth slanted over hers, first this way and that as if he couldn’t get enough and he fed greedily on her lips. When he pulled away she leaned weakly against his strong body, her hands gripped his sides and her body flustered with need.

  “Welcome to your new home, honey.”

  His voice sounded hoarse, but as brittle as ice and laced with sarcasm. He turned and greeted his groundkeeper that hovered nearby.

  “Evening, Barry. Please load the luggage in the back of the car.” He turned back to her, taking her elbow in his hand and guided her to the garage.

  “Tiaan and Charles are at the house already. We always get together for a barbeque on Wednesday evenings.”

  She stopped and looked at him, her eyes pleading.

  “Mason … what are you going to tell them?”

  ‘I don’t have to tell them everything. They have known about you from the first day we met. I already told Tiaan about … Zita this afternoon.”

  She bit her lip and wished she could run away.

  “Don’t worry, honey pot, I have no intention of sharing your deceitfulness with the whole world. You, Michael and I are the only ones that know the truth behind it. Tiaan thinks it is very romantic that you disguised yourself to
… catch me.”

  She looked into his eyes, which were now clearly visible under the bright light of the garage.

  “What do you believe the truth to be, Mason? You have not given me an opportunity to explain.”

  His eyes became shuttered and glittered hard when they met hers.

  “My brother and cousin have waited long enough. Let’s go. Be warned, Brooklyn, react in any way other than loving and eager to be in my arms, and you will have more to account for. You will not further humiliate me in front of my family … and for that matter, wherever we go to in public from this point forward.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, as far as anyone else is concerned, the speculations in the tabloids are the truth. We are a couple, happy, in love and hot for each other!”

  Brooklyn didn’t even try to respond to that. She realized that he had closed himself from her. Nothing she would say would matter, he made it clear a few times he was not interested in any explanation from her. Would he ever be willing to listen to her, or was this the way it was going to be all the time? A cold war and freezing her deliberately out emotionally? He made it clear that physically he still wanted her and had no intention of staying away from her.

  She dragged her heels when they reached the house and he turned to her, a deep frown between his eyes.

  “Brooklyn?”

  She glanced at him and her eyes moved over his face. She noticed the deep lines on the side of his mouth and his jaw clenched under her scrutiny. He was an extremely proud man and she could imagine the feelings he has been struggling with since he found her out. He mentioned humiliation and she only now realized that must be how he felt, but she never intended to!

  He walked back to where she hesitated just outside the front door. He gripped her cheeks and lifted her face to stare deeply into her eyes. She wet her lips and swallowed hard.

  “I never meant to deceive or humiliate you. I intended to tell you this morning, but Tiaan walked in.”