The Tycoon and his Honey Pot

by Sabel Simmons

  She took her iPad with and walked hesitantly past him still standing inside the door. He closed and locked it behind her and she cringed. Please, no! She turned to him and looked at him with pleading eyes. His were shuttered and hard, his hands fisted inside his pockets.

  “Why? What have I done now?”

  His eyebrows rose and his mouth turned in a mocking smirk.

  “Did you really think all is well already, Honey? You should know me relatively well by now to realize I do not receive lies and deceit very well … actually not at all. What made you believe I have forgotten yours so soon?”

  She shrank back from him, her fingers clutching the iPad turned white and she ground her teeth together. If he thought she would willingly drape herself over that desk once again, he had a surprise coming! She lifted her head and stared at him unflinchingly.

  “Maybe the fact that you pretended so well in front of everyone on Sunday. What else was that if not lies and deceit?”

  His jaw hardened and the vein in his temple throbbed. The hateful eyebrow shot towards his hairline and he smirked at her again.

  “Exactly what do you believe was pretense, Brooklyn?”

  “The hugs, the kisses and … and …”

  “And what?” His voice was soft, but stern.

  She just shook her head and wished she could just turn back the clock. To that very first day they met. Then she would bash him on the head with a spanner instead of allowing him to make her fall in love with him!

  He walked closer until they were toe to toe, his eyes held hers hostage unflinchingly.

  “I have never denied myself the pleasures I get from your body and lips, Brooklyn. Why would I have done so in front of our families? Had I done so, then I would have pretended. No, honey, my lust for you has always been there and I have never lied about that … nor do I intend to deny myself the convenience of you being here, whenever I have the need, offer me.”

  She flinched at the clear message that he wanted her now and had every intention of taking what he wanted. She shook her head.

  “No!”

  The smile curved slowly around his mouth and his eyes widened in question.

  “No?”

  “I will not be your chattel anymore! I refuse to be used and abused any longer! I will not … do you hear me, Mason Sheppard! I. Will. Not!”

  “Abused? Accusing me of abusing you now as well, Brooklyn?”

  “What else do you call what you are doing? It is worse than punishment, Mason! I want to make right what I did wrong! Please let me!”

  “No! You will pay for your lies until I feel the debt has been paid in full. Until then, my dear Brooklyn … you will be my … chattel!”

  He stared her down but she refused to budge and shrieked when he ripped the iPad from her hands and threw it on the desk.

  “You know what I want, honey.”

  He said in a gruff voice, nodding towards the desk, pulled the zipper of his pants down and took his shaft out, already fully erect. She shook her head and tried skirting around him to reach the door. He gripped her elbow and drew her slowly closer to the desk.

  “Do not make me tell you again, honey.”

  She raised pleading eyes to his again, but his cold expression told her he was not going to budge. She lowered her eyes and her lips were pressed in a thin line. She would not bend over that desk!

  Before he realized what she was up to, she sank down on her knees and he growled in surprise and pleasure when her warm lips closed around the head of his erection. His hands gripped her head intending to pull her up, but she stroked her tongue in the slid at the edge of the mushroom head of his shaft. Slowly tracing the throbbing vein all the way up his shaft and lapped at the salty juices flowing from his body. His fingers tightened in her hair. Her hands stroked up his thighs, one wrapped and caressed his sacks and the other gripped his hip.

  She closed her warm lips all the way around his pulsing shaft and pushed down, sucking and licking until she could take no more. She sucked and pulled at his shaft, her head bobbing up and down as she drew at him. She gripped and caressed the base of his shaft with one hand. He breathed shallowly and looked down at her. His shaft swelled even more inside her hot mouth, the sight of his shaft disappearing into her beautiful mouth the most erotic sight he has ever seen. She milked him relentlessly with her mouth and he felt the pressure build inside him. He had the urge to thrust and he growled at her.

  “Stop … honey I need to …”

  She pulled all the way back and then quickly back down, sucking hard and when his sensitive head hit the back of her throat he lost the battle. He gripped her head in his hands and started to thrust. He watched her and their eyes met. Brooklyn exulted in the obvious pleasure on his face. He felt the pleasure pain tightening his sacks and claw at his groin. He tried to pull out of her mouth, but she clung to his hips and he could not stop the forward thrusting.

  “Honey … I am … going to come!” He shouted and then his climax ripped through his body and he spilled himself down her throat. She kept sucking and licking his shaft, swallowing his load. His legs trembled at the strength of his climax and he struggled to breathe.

  He pulled her up and kissed her, slanting his mouth over hers to force her to submission and when she did he devoured her. She kissed him back, just as demandingly, opening wider with every demand of his. She cried out when he surged inside her, wrapping her legs around his waist. She did not even realize he pulled her dress up and ripped her G-string once again.

  She undulated wantonly against him and he pushed her back on the desk. He plunged uncontrollably into her until they crested and cried in unison when they climaxed.

  He breathed haggardly and pulled back and stared into her eyes. His midnight blue eyes glittered nearly black and she wondered at the depth of his expression, but it was so fleeting she could not put a name to it.

  “You never seize to surprise me. That went a long way to building that bridge, honey …”

  Her body tingled long after she went back to her office and she smiled remembering the control she had over him for a short period of time. She looked up when he came to stand in front of her desk and glared down at her.

  “Who is Wesley?”

  She gaped at him. That was what made him angry? Her insides tingled at his jealousy, proving that he at least still harbored feelings for her.

  “He is my Masters buddy. We work together on assignments. We have an assignment due next week and we need to get together to work through it.”

  “Since when has flirting constituted working?”

  “I did not flirt!”

  “I imagined your giggles then, did I?”

  “Mason, Wesley and I were at school together. He is like a brother to me.”

  “When are you meeting him?”

  “Tomorrow, after work.”

  “Where?”

  She sighed and expected an eruption. “At his house in Queens.”

  His eyes bored into hers and his lips thinned, but he did not say a word, yet did not move an inch, his eyes flashing the order at her. Stubbornly, she folded her arms over her chest and glared back. If he wanted her to change the arrangement, he would have to damn well tell her! She was tired of being his meek little mouse, jumping at his every command, or flash of his eyes for that matter.

  His heart jumped at the rebellious expression on her face, knowing she wanted to force him to tell her what he wanted, even though she knew very well what it was. He kept his eyes on hers and noticed she bit her bottom lip. He crossed his fingers that she would not relent, and smiled inwardly when she stubbornly crossed her arms over her chest.

  He turned away, least she saw the small smile that hovered around his lips, already looking forward to the scene guaranteed to add some juicy spice to his afternoon tomorrow.

  Brooklyn was surprised when he turned away and strode out the office, not saying another word. Trepidation shivered down her spine, however. He was not going to leave it at tha
t. That much she was sure off.

  He didn’t speak a word to her after that. Not on the way home, during dinner or when she left him alone in the den and went to bed. Not even when he joined her in bed much later. He also did not make love to her that night, the first time since she moved in with him and her heart shrank. Was he really that angry with her?

  He did, however, pull her into his arms and kissed her with wild fervor when he settled down to sleep.

  Had she known how much control it took from him not to make love to her, she would have slept much better. It was only his resolve to teach her a lesson the following day that kept him from burying himself deep inside her. He lay awake for a long time, pondering the hold she had over him. He constantly desired and needed her. It has not lessened even a little since the first time he made love to her.

  Brooklyn was tired the following day and she looked pale. Mason hoped it was because she suffered as much as he did from her desire for him. He watched her walk naked into the bathroom and groaned as his erection tented the sheet covering his hips. Talk about cutting off your own nose!

  He rose and followed her, opening the shower door and smiled crookedly at her shocked expression. He has never shared the shower with her and this was probably not the best time to do so either, seeing as he had no intention of offering either of them any relief for their sexual needs. Her lesson was about to start.

  He pressed against her until her back was flush against the tiled wall and her hands gripped his arms. His mouth swooped down and he pressed his tongue home immediately, not offering her any leeway. He stroked and explored the inside of her mouth as far as he could reach before he seduced her tongue to partake in a sensual duel. His fingers closed around her aroused nipples and he pinched and rolled them between his fingers, enjoying her low moan against his mouth. She lifted her one leg and hooked it around his waist. He felt the heat and wetness of her as he pushed his shaft against her opening, slowly moving it up and down her weeping cleft.

  He stepped back and gripped her hair in his hand, pulled her head back slowly and nibbled down her neck and chest to fasten greedily on a protruding nipple. A desperate mewl escaped her lips and she ground her hips harder against his shaft. He had to pull at all his control to keep from plunging into her begging heat. He sucked and pulled her nipple deep into his mouth. He nibbled and bit down on the tip. Brooklyn shouted in need. He gave the same attention to the other and felt the need shiver down her body. He pulled his mouth from her breast with a pop and closed his mouth on the curve of her neck to mark her as his. He exulted with joy when she pushed her neck deeper in his mouth as if offering him more.

  He pulled away from her and grabbed the bar of soap, rubbed until his hands were covered with bubbly soap suds. He started at her neck and worked his way down her arms, then her back, her butt and all the way down her legs and back up to circle and caress her breasts before he left a soapy trail down her belly to gently wash her mound and her quivering cleft. He watched her face when his soapy fingers circled her clit and stroked her quivering lips. He increased the pressure when she keened desperately, her face harsh with need.

  She gasped when his hands left her suddenly and he pushed her under the spray of the water, washing the soap from her body. He pushed her to the shower door and whispered in her ear.

  “Hurry honey, I want to leave in fifteen minutes.” She swung around and looked at him with disbelief in her eyes, but he was already busy washing himself, totally ignoring her. She shrieked in frustration, and harder again when he chuckled at her frustration.

  “You are a cruel man, Mason Sheppard.”

  Her voice sounded broken and teary when she walked into their room, her body quivering in need. He had to grind on his teeth trying to force his own need to simmer down. He might have deprived her from release, but so did he himself and he also refused to give himself the release his body begged for whilst in the shower. Waiting would make her lesson just so much more fulfilling for him in the end!

  He didn’t let up on building her need for him during the rest of the day. He rubbed against her body every opportunity he had, even stroking her nipples every time she took him coffee while she was busy pouring it. He totally ignored her glares every time and smiled inwardly at her uncontrolled reaction.

  He just finished a meeting with the projects team and cornered her next to the table, his back to the room, effectively hiding her from view. She looked at him wearily and gasped when his hands lifted and he stroked her nipples again. She caught his wrists and desperately tried to push him away, but his fingers closed around the hard nubs and he pinched them softly, watching her eyes glaze over.

  “Mason, please … not in front of …” She pleaded brokenly.

  He pinched harder and she bit her bottom lip between her teeth as agonizing pleasure rushed through her body to pool between her legs.

  “Don’t worry, honey, they can’t see,” he whispered against her temple.

  He continued to roll and pinch her nipples until she closed her eyes, her mouth quivered and clawed at his arm with her nails. He took his fingers away, but she clutched his arms so hard, he could not move away. He leaned closer and whispered in her ear.

  “You can let go now, honey.”

  She snatched her eyes open and tore her hands away, her breathing labored. He chuckled and turned away. Leaving her to hide her fully aroused and pointy nipples from his brother, who was the only one still sitting at the table, reading a report.

  After a quick dash to the ladies room to get her raging body under control she stormed into his office and slammed the door shut. He looked up with raised eyebrows.

  “This has to stop! Please, Mason, what is it you want?”

  He chuckled and shook his head.

  “If you have to ask, my dear Brooklyn, clearly the message has still not been delivered.”

  She stood in front of his desk, her hands balled in fists and she stamped her foot with a loud, “Argh!” She whipped around and he watched her hips swaying seductively as she stalked to the door, where she swung back at him.

  “You are the most frustrating man I have ever met! I should rather have bashed you on the head with a spanner than allow you to kiss me the day we met!”

  He burst out laughing and she shrieked another frustrated, “Argh,” and stormed into her office. When he asked for some tea a while later she was very tempted to ignore him, dreading the caresses she knew was imminent.

  She walked in with the tray and went to pour the tea at the boardroom table, putting as much distance between then as she could. Unfortunately her back was to him and she did not see him rise and walk around the desk until his arms circled her waist and his fingers closed around her nipples again. This time she pulled at his hands desperately, but he was too strong and she moaned as he ruthlessly pulled and pinched her treacherous nipples to full arousal. Her head fell back against his shoulder pushing her breasts deeper into his hands.

  His hand moved down between her legs and rubbed hard against her pants covering her mound, whispering against her ear.

  “Open your legs for me honey.”

  She did not even think to refuse and spread her legs and his hand dipped lower to rub and press against her cleft.

  “Open your pants honey.”

  He kept nuzzling her ear and she was helpless against the desire rushing through her body and moaned but did as he commanded. His hand slipped inside and he pushed his finger under her panties, stroking her clit, his breathing quickening at the heat and wetness that has spread to cover her clit.

  “Wider, Brooklyn.”

  “Mason … don’t … please.”

  But her head rolled back against his shoulder and he bit her earlobe.

  “Wider!”

  And she spread her legs further apart and mewled when he pressed two fingers deep inside her, growling at her wetness and tightness. Her inner muscles gripped at them desperately pulling them deeper. He thrust in and out, stroking her clit with his thu
mb at the same time. He felt her muscles quiver as her climax shimmered within reach. The vein in his temple pulsed and he desperately wanted to feel her fall apart in his arms, but he pulled his fingers out. He closed her pants slowly and pulled her back against him. She nearly sobbed in frustration.

  “I hate you!”

  He nuzzled her neck. “Still telling lies, honey?”

  She pulled away and turned to him and met his shuttered eyes that glittered like globs of midnight blue ink. At long last she gave in, having realized what he wanted all along.

  “He is only a study buddy, Mason! I have to do the assignment with him! I have no choice!”

  His eyes shone at her passionate avowal and he shrugged. She shook her head as he remained quiet, waiting. She sighed deeply, angry that he had the upper hand once again. She might have defied him the day before, but he proved he had all the control over her.

  “I will phone him and ask him if he could come to your house on Saturday.”

  He growled at her. “Our house!” She felt warmth filter and close the cracks around her heart at his passionate assertion.

  “Our house.”

  He turned to close then locked the door, which she realized with shock stood open all the time. He turned to her and pulled her into his arms.

  “You do that, honey. Now … you get your reward.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  “You did a good job teaching her to drive, Michael. She could be one of the best speed racers in the country if she wanted to be.”

  Michael smiled and relaxed for the first time as they stood on the platform watching the race Brooklyn was winning. This time with skill and precision; no aggression and she made it look too easy.

  “Yip and I have tried numerous times to pull her into the team, but she is only interested in finishing her Masters, so she can start practicing. She is just so hard headed! I have offered to pay for her studies for years, even with her paying it back with interest to allow her to finish it full time, but she refuses. She could finish in two months now if she did it full time; which is what she intended when she sold me the Cama …”