City of Sin

by Ivy Smoak

  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.

  I let my eyes wander down his six pack.

  He grabbed my chin and titled my face back up to his. "Do you trust me, Bee?"

  Do I? "Yes."

  He frowned for a fraction of a second, but then the intensity returned to his features. "Then close your eyes."

  I wanted to protest. I didn't want to not be able to see him. But I had asked him to show me. I closed my eyes.

  His hands immediately fell from my arms. I was suddenly very aware of the fact that I was topless in the middle of his bedroom. I tried to listen to what he was doing. It sounded like a drawer may have opened. A second later, I felt something silky fall against my face. I opened my eyes, but I couldn't see anything. He tied the blindfold tightly around my head.

  "But I want to see you." I reached out and my hand landed on his chiseled abs. I loved the feeling of his muscles.

  "You need to learn how to give up control."

  My hand slid upwards as he kneeled down in front of me. He hooked his fingers in my belt loops and slowly pulled my jeans down over my hips. As he pulled my pants down my thighs, he left a trail of kisses down my right thigh.

  "Mason," my voice trembled. I wanted anything that he would give me, his fingers, his tongue, his cock.

  He kissed the inside of my thigh. "Don't speak." He placed my hands on his shoulders as he helped me step out of my jeans.

  I had been so focused on his abs that I hadn't even noticed how muscular the rest of him was. I let my hand wander down his shoulders to his biceps.

  A second later I felt his warm breath through my lacy thong. Fuck. He was right. A blindfold made it better. All I could focus on was what he was doing to me. Or not doing to me.

  "Now turn around," he said. His voice was firm and demanding.

  I was so wet. Why is he torturing me? And I didn't want to let go of his biceps.

  "Turn around, Bee."

  I reluctantly turned around. I was bad at being told what to do. But I wanted to experience his world. And I just wanted him inside of me.

  "I love how eager you are, Bee. But the buildup is half the fun." He pushed the center of my back, making my fall forwards. I immediately put my hands out to catch myself. My palms landed on his soft comforter. He pressed down on the small of my back, making my ass jut into the air. He grabbed my waist and pressed his hard cock against my ass. It felt huge, even through his jeans. He moved one hand to my stomach and slowly let it dip beneath my thong. He lightly stroked my wetness.

  God, yes. I pushed my ass against his boner.

  "Fuck, you're so wet." He lightly brushed his fingers against me, teasing me.

  "Please," I moaned and gyrated my hips.

  He sunk his finger inside of me.

  Yes!

  "You're so tight." He slowly moved his finger in and out of me.

  "Faster," I groaned.

  Mason pulled his finger out. "Patience, Bee." He turned me around and put my hands on his six pack.

  I let my fingers trail down his abs. Had he taken off his pants? My heart skipped a beat as my fingers ran down his happy trail. He's naked. I wrapped my hand around his massive cock. I wished I could take this stupid blindfold off. I so badly wanted to see his naked body.

  "Tonight is not about you asking for what you want," Mason said. "It's about giving you what you need."

  Was giving him head what I needed? Maybe it was. I wanted to please him. I liked giving him head. And I liked the taste of him. I was about to kneel in front of him when he pushed me back onto the bed.

  "Get in the middle of the bed. And put your hands above your head."

  I moved backward to what I thought was the center of the bed and put my hands above my head. The bed sagged slightly and I felt the cool metal of the handcuffs against my skin. They sent shivers through my body as he secured them to one of my wrists and then the other.

  "The safe word is vanilla," he said.

  "What?"

  "The safe word."

  I had heard the phrase safe word before, but I didn't know that people actually used it. What is he going to do to me?

  I heard the bed squeak as he got off of it. I felt so exposed, handcuffed to his bed wearing nothing but my thong. I heard him open a drawer. What is he doing? Not knowing was making me even more wet. I tried to pull my arms down, but the metal dug into my wrists. If I had known he was going to do this, I would have touched him more when I had the chance

  A moment later I felt the bed sag slightly as he climbed back onto it. He sat between my legs, leaned over me, and put his lips around one of my nipples. He sucked on it hard and his fingers squeezed my other nipple. I could feel them getting hard.

  "Mason," I moaned.

  "You needed to be restrained for this." He rubbed something delicate across my stomach. It almost felt like feathers. He squeezed my nipple hard as he rubbed the feathers along my other breast. The feathers tickled my breast and then I felt a cold object encircle my nipple. I suddenly felt a sharp pain where his mouth had been a moment before, as the cold object clamped down on my nipple. I tried to move my arms, but I couldn't. He pressed his thumb against my clit.

  "Oh." It was painful, but the pain was overcome with pleasure as he massaged my clit. He pushed my thong to one side and brushed his fingers against my wetness. I groaned. I wanted him inside of me again. But he quickly moved his hand away.

  "Fuck you taste good. I've been craving you all week."

  Did he just lick his fingers? The pressure was growing on my nipple. He squeezed my other breast hard and attached another clamp to my other nipple.

  "Mason," I whimpered. The clamps bit at my skin. I tried to move my arms again, but I was completely immobile. The more my nipples swelled, the more I could feel the pressure. It hurt but for some reason I kept getting more aroused. Maybe it was because I knew he was naked between my thighs.

  He pressed his palm against my groin. "You're so wet for me, baby."

  I groaned as he pulled my thong off my hips and down my legs. "Mason?" I wanted to see him. I wanted to watch what he was doing to me.

  He kissed the inside of my thigh. "Yes?"

  "I need you inside of me."

  He answered me by putting his lips around my clit. He sucked on it hard. Oh my God. My hips rose to meet him. He pushed them back down, holding me firmly to the mattress. He sucked on my clit again and then stroked his tongue against my aching pussy. He spread my thighs wide and thrust his tongue deep inside of me.

  "Yes," I moaned as his tongue explored my walls. I pulled on my restraints. I wanted to run my hands through his hair and push his tongue even deeper. The metal handcuffs dug into my skin. The sensation of my swollen nipples and his tongue deep inside of me was too much. I tilted my head back and let myself surrender to him. "Mason!" He lapped up my juices as I orgasmed around his tongue. He sucked once more on my clit, and then released my thighs. Even though I had just come, I still craved his cock.

  I felt something silky being bound to my ankle. "What are you doing?"

  "Your body is very responsive. You're going to need to be completely restrained."

  "I already am restrained."

  "Are you still nervous around me even though I
just made you come?" He attached the same thing to my other ankle.

  "Yes."

  "Good." He lifted one of my legs and tied it to the bottom of his bedpost, and then did the same with the other. I tried to move my legs, but I couldn't. My legs were spread and my arms bound. I was completely at his mercy. And it was so hot. I heard the sound of Velcro. He put something cool against my lips. "Suck on this."

  I opened up my mouth and felt the cold metal object. It was small, about the size of my pinky. He removed it from my mouth. And trailed it down my chest and stomach. "I'm going to fuck your mouth now, Bee." He pressed the object against my clit.

  I shuddered. "With that?"

  "No, not this. This is for your pleasure." He pushed the metal object inside my aching pussy. The coolness made me shiver. It was small. I could barely feel it. I wanted his cock, not that. The bed sagged slightly as he straddled me. He put the tip of his cock on my neck and slowly brought it up to my chin. He pressed his tip against my lips. I parted them and he thrust his cock into my mouth.

  I could taste his salty pre cum. I tightened my lips around him. I so badly wanted to see him and touch him. He pumped his length in and out of me and then pushed it deep into the back of my throat. He was so deep that my nose pressed against his happy trail. But I didn't choke. I wanted him in my mouth. I wanted to taste him again. He began to slide his cock in and out of my mouth faster and faster. He was going to cum in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his shaft and then he pulled out.

  "No." I wanted to reach out and grab his cock. "Mason, I want to taste you."

  "I know." He leaned back and slid his finger inside of me, next to the metal object. My breathing hitched. He pushed down on the metal object and it started to vibrate. I pulled on all my restraints, ignoring the metal cutting into my wrists. The vibrations seem to echo through my whole body.

  "Oh my God, that feels amaz..." My word were cut off when he slammed his cock back into my mouth. I wrapped my lips tighter around his shaft. I wanted him to know how good this felt. I took him all the way to the back of my throat, swirling my tongue around his base.

  It was getting hard to concentrate with the small vibrator inside of me. I squirmed. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and guided his cock in and out of my mouth. He thrust his hips faster and faster. I could barely focus.

  His cum exploded into the back of my throat. I could picture his abs tightening as he found his release. He continued to pump his cock in and out of my mouth, shooting more cum into my mouth. I drank him down hungrily as my own orgasm washed through me.

  The vibrations continued. The intensity was becoming unbearable. He slipped his finger inside of me, turned off the vibrator, and pulled it out.

  I had gotten to taste him, but now I would never know what it felt like to have him inside of me. I was so wet I felt like I was dripping down my thighs.

  "Is something wrong?" He wiped my bottom lip with his finger. I must have been making a pouty face.

  "I thought we were going to have sex."

  "Baby, I'm not done with you yet."

  "Oh." I gulped. He had already made me orgasm twice and he had cum in my mouth. Is he really ready to go again already? I pulled on my restraints.

  "Always so eager."

  "Please let me see you."

  "Hmm." Mason twisted my nipple clamp slightly.

  "Ow!"

  "You've never done anything like this, have you?" He pulled off the clamp and swirled his tongue around my nipple. It was so sensitive, but his tongue was soothing. He sucked on it softly.

  "No."

  He removed the other clamp and lightly sucked on my aching nipple. The sensation was even more arousing than the clamps themselves.

  "Please, Mason. Take off my blindfold."

  Mason kissed the inside of one of my ankles and untied the restraint, and then did the same with the other ankle. "You're bad at giving up control."

  "I'm not," I lied. I was. I was really, really bad. But no one had ever pleasured me this much before. And somehow all I wanted was more. I'd do whatever he wanted. Even if it meant not getting to see his beautiful face. Now that I could move my legs again, I spread my thighs wide, hoping he'd get the hint at the invite.

  I heard the clink of metal and my hand fell out of the handcuff. My other hand was released a second later. I tried to reach out to him, but he quickly flipped my body, so that my stomach was now pressed against the mattress. He grabbed my hips and hoisted them in the air so I was on all fours.

  "Don't worry. You'll learn."

  I felt a sharp pain as he slapped my ass. I cried out.

  He gently ran his fingers along the spot where he had just struck me, cradling my ass check in his hand.

  Why do I like that? It hurt, but I also felt aroused.

  "That was for talking back." He slapped my ass again in the same spot.

  "But I..."

  "That was for moving when I asked you to stay still." He slapped me again.

  "Mason!" Damn it, what is the safe word? Do I even want to say it?

  He reached around me and rubbed my clit. I moaned under his skilled hands.

  "That was for making me wait till right now to have you naked on your knees in my bedroom." He struck me again, even harder. "You've been teasing me. Do you have any idea how much you've been torturing me?"

  I couldn't take it anymore. I knew, because he was doing it to me right now. "Fuck me, Mason. Please fuck me." I immediately heard the rip of foil.

  He rubbed his palm against my ass and then moved his hands to my waist. "Baby, I'm going to fuck you. Hard." He immediately thrust himself deep inside of me.

  I gasped. He moved slowly, stretching me wide. He was being gentle as I adjusted to the thickness of his cock.

  I arched my back as he thrust himself even deeper, filling me with every inch of him. He grabbed my hips and pumped his length in and out of me. I moved my hands to his headboard and pushed back, matching his thrusts. His fingernails dug into my hips as he moved faster. He tilted his cock up against my g-spot and my whole body shuddered. I pushed against the headboard and forced him even deeper. He grabbed my hair and pulled, tilting my head back and making me arch my back even more.

  I wasn't sure why, but him being rough with me was arousing me even more. "I'm going to come again."

  "Not yet." He spanked me again and pulled out of me.

  "Mason." My voice sounded so needy. God, what is he doing to me?

  He grabbed my hips and flipped my body over so that my back was pressed against the mattress. "You're mine." He put his hand on the side of my face." Do you understand me? I'm not sharing you with anyone."

  "Yes." There wasn't anyone else I wanted. Just him.

  He pulled my blindfold down so that I could finally see him. There was an intensity in his eyes that I had never seen before. But there was something else there. He looked almost bewildered.

  I reached up to touch his face, but he grabbed my hand, pinning it down against the mattress.

  "I didn't say you could move." He leaned into me, thrusting his massive cock back inside of me.

  "Mason!" I moaned. I ran my other hand down the muscles of his back and to his ass. I wanted to explore every inch of him. If possible, his ass felt as muscular as the rest of him. Before my hand could wander any more, Mason grabbed it and pinned it down to the mattress too.

  He began to move his hips even faster. "Come for me, Bee."

  As if his words were a command, I felt myself begin to clench around him. "Oh God, Mason!" My orgasm crashed down on me. All the buildup had somehow made it even more intense. Every time he made me come was better and better.

  His fingers tightened around mine as he found his own release. He stared down into my eyes as he thrust back inside of me one more time. I was pretty sure the expression on his face matched my own...pure bliss.

  He pulled out of me and collapsed next to me on the bed. "Fuck, Bee." He ran his hands down his face.

  "Does that mea
n I wasn't disappointing?" I wasn't sure why, but I felt like I needed his approval. I wanted him to have liked that as much as I did. He had been with so many women. How could I possibly compare to all of them?

  Before he could respond, a loud beeping sounded through the apartment. I hadn't noticed it before, but it smelled like something was burning.

  "Oh, shit, the food." Mason got up and sprinted out of the room naked, grabbing his boxers off the floor on the way.

  Chapter 48

  Bee

  I grabbed a collared shirt that was laying on the back of a chair in his bedroom and put it on. It smelled strongly of his cologne, which was now becoming my favorite smell. Women in T.V. shows and movies wore men's dress shirts all the time and it always looked sexy. Hopefully I could pull it off. I ran my fingers through my hair and made my way out of his bedroom.

  I had been so caught up in Mason earlier that I hadn't even realized how amazing his apartment was. Everything was so clean and new looking. Basically the opposite of where I lived. I stopped at the end of the hallway and stared into his living room. I don't know how my eyes hadn't gravitated to the view before. I walked toward the far side of the living room. Instead of a wall, there was just a sheet of glass that looked out on Central Park and the city skyline around and behind it. The city was so bright. It almost looked like it was still decorated for Christmas. This Christmas was the first one I hadn't gone home to celebrate. I had been so afraid that if I went, I'd never come back. I felt so small looking out at the city below. Any problems I had suddenly seemed insignificant. But maybe it wasn't because I was looking out at the expanse of the city. Maybe it was because of the guy that I was with.

  Mason wrapped his arms around me. "You look so much better in that than I do."

  I laughed and turned around. I clasped my hands behind his neck and looked up into his eyes. "Your view is amazing. I don't think I've ever seen something so beautiful."

  "I prefer looking at you."

  "Then you don't know what you're missing." I looked back over my shoulder.