by Opal Carew
He poured himself another drink.
And why the fuck not? He was an adult. And a man. If Maria wanted to give away what he so sorely needed right now, then why the hell not?
Encouraged, Maria stepped closer. Her hand stroked over his bulging erection, her fingers wrapping around it. Then her eyes widened.
“Oh, my God, you are big.”
“Bigger than my father?” he asked, tipping back his glass again.
She shrugged. “How would I know?”
She squeezed him, then unzipped his pants and pulled him out. The feel of her fingers around his aching flesh sent a flood of heat rushing through him.
“You’ve really got it bad for that little brat, don’t you?” she said, staring at his throbbing cock.
“Don’t talk about her like that.”
She grinned. “Of course, sir.” Then she sank to her knees, stroking his stomach. “Let me take your mind off her.”
Her lips wrapped around his cockhead and he groaned.
She bobbed up and down on him, her mouth hot and moist, then she took him deep down her throat. Heat pulsed through him. He tipped back his glass, then thumped it down on the table.
She squeezed him in her mouth, driving his need higher.
Then her warm mouth slid away and she stood up. She began unbuttoning her black uniform. He watched her fingers move to each button and release it in turn, slowly revealing the swell of her bosom. His cock twitched, hard and needy.
When she got to her waist, she reached around and untied her apron, letting it flutter to the ground. Then she continued unbuttoning the dress until it fell open. Underneath, she wore lacy black lingerie, including garters and black stockings. Probably at the instruction of his father.
She smiled, then slid her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and pushed them down, revealing her pussy, shaven, except for a patch of curls in the shape of a heart. She had a tattoo to the left of it: C T. His father’s initials.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked, as she opened the dress wider. Then her hand stroked down her belly and between her legs. “I’m so wet for you.”
“Fuck, Maria, why are you doing this?”
She walked toward him and pressed her hands against his chest. Then she stroked.
“I want to help you forget about her.” She nuzzled his neck, sending tingles through him. “I know how hard you struggle with it.”
She wrapped her arms around him and lifted her face to his, then captured his mouth. Her lips were soft and coaxing. But they weren’t Dana’s.
Desire blasted through him. For Dana. To be with her. But he couldn’t have that. So he dragged Maria against him, and ravaged her mouth, driving his tongue deep. Plundering. When he released her mouth, she was panting.
“Oh, yeah. I like that,” she gasped. Then she clutched his shoulders. “Take me.”
His blood boiled with need. He backed Maria up against the wall, then slid his hands up her sides and over her breasts. They were full and round, fitting his palms. He squeezed.
She ran a finger down his chest. “If you want, you could take me from behind. Then you could pretend my tight hole is her little virgin passage.”
Ah, fuck. He scowled and started to back away.
When she saw she was losing him, she pulled the cups of her bra down, revealing her tight, hard nipples. He froze, his groin aching.
“Okay, never mind her. But finish what we’ve started here.” She grabbed his wrist and drew him closer, then pressed his hands against her naked breasts and squeezed. “I want you to take me as if it were against my will.” Her eyes glowed with need. “As if you’re forcing me.” She grabbed his hard cock and squeezed. “That turns me on so much.”
He hesitated, the heat of her hard nipples burning into his palms.
She stroked his hard, aching cock. “I’ll protest, but drive it into me hard,” she whispered. “I like that.”
Fuck, kinky bitch. Hormones flooded him.
He shoved her hard against the wall with a growl.
“Open your legs, bitch,” he demanded.
“Yes, call me nasty names,” she whispered against his ear as she widened her legs. But aloud, she said, “No, sir. Please don’t.”
He grasped his hard shaft and pressed it to her pussy, then glided the tip over her slick flesh.
Desperately needing to be inside her, he positioned his cock against her opening, to her quiet murmurs of approval.
“Oh, sir, we shouldn’t.” She pressed her hands against his chest and began to struggle against him.
Every time she called him sir, his blood boiled. He’d never experienced anything like it.
He thrust into her, driving deep. He groaned, his cock now buried in her to the hilt. Damn, the feel of her hot moistness around him nearly drove him mad with lust.
“Ohhhh,” she moaned.
He drew back and drove into her again.
Her hands curled around his shoulders and she pushed against him. “Oh, sir. No.”
He gazed at her eyes and the heat there assured him she wanted this.
“Fucking slut,” he berated. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll feel it into next week.”
He grabbed her wrists and pressed them against the wall above her head and thrust again. Oh, God, she was so hot and warm around him.
She struggled against him as he kept driving into her, but passion and need filled her eyes.
He pounded her against the wall, filling her again and again. Her cries filled the room, but he knew no one else would hear. The butler was polishing silver in the dining room on the other side of the house, and Maria was the only other servant on at this time of the evening.
Her whimpers and the moist, hot grip of her body around his swelling cock sent pleasure thundering through him.
“I’m going to come,” she murmured against his ear.
He drove harder and faster, then felt his own pleasure building. She wailed her release in his ear, her orgasm causing her pussy to spasm around him.
“Fuck,” he groaned. His balls tightened and his cock exploded inside her. He drove her hard against the wall, then pinned her there as the intense release of his body filled him with overwhelming pleasure.
She wasn’t Dana, but she was what he’d needed. A soft, warm woman to fuck hard and fast to relieve his desperate yearning.
But now, with his cock still buried inside her, he felt disgust. Why the fuck had he succumbed to Maria? She was trouble and he didn’t need any of that.
He pulled away, his cock sliding from her warm channel. He tucked it away and zipped up his pants.
“Your break must be over by now,” he said in a dismissive tone. He wouldn’t let her think this had been any more than a one-time thing.
He turned and left the room, leaving her to pull herself together. As he walked up the stairs, he thought he heard someone in the upstairs hallway, then a door close, but that made no sense. Dad and Mason’s stepmother were on yet another trip and Dana was out.
That reminder of Dana in the hands of another man—actually a mere boy—made him scowl. He retired to his room.
* * *
Present Day
Dana watched Mason as she descended the stairs, feeling like Cinderella in her full skirt and sequined pink high heels. She wanted to race down the stairs and throw herself into his arms.
Earlier, as she’d pulled on the gown, she’d remembered the feeling of rejection when Mason had sent her on her way with her prom date eight years ago.
The way he’d looked at her as she’d come down the stairs had filled her heart with hope that she could finally convince him that they could be together. She’d been eighteen, so legally an adult. And when she’d kissed him, he’d seemed just as enamored with her as she’d been with him. But then …
But she’d promised herself she wouldn’t think of him sending her away. And then what had happened afterward.
She reached the bottom of the stairs and smiled a
t him. But he wasn’t smiling back. She had hoped to see the same longing in his eyes tonight as she had back then, because now they were going to be together. There was no guessing about that. But tonight he was even more withdrawn than he had been then.
Oh, God, this had been a mistake. She sucked in a deep breath, willing herself not to flee back up the stairs and lock herself in her room.
* * *
Eight Years Earlier on Prom Night
Dana stepped outside with her hand on Geoff’s elbow, and the door closed behind them. She drew in a deep breath of the evening air as he led her to the waiting limo, still shaken by what had happened between her and Mason.
She’d kissed Mason with everything she had, allowing all her loving feelings free rein. Showing him just how much she loved him.
And she’d felt it in the way he’d held her. In the way his lips had moved on hers, leaving her breathless and hungry.
The feel of his massive member growing so hard under his pants had both delighted and frightened her a little. But only because it felt so big and powerful. Mason was a grown man, and she was still so young.
But she’d wanted him with all her heart.
Then he’d just sent her away.
She’d felt sure he returned her feelings and she could finally tell him how much she longed for him. That she could take Mason’s hand and lead him up to her bedroom, then surrender her virginity to him. Letting him guide her to womanhood. And, hopefully, beyond.
But Geoff had arrived and shattered that dream.
The driver opened the door of the limo and Geoff helped her inside. She sat in the leather seat and he sat beside her.
“You really do look beautiful tonight, Dana,” he said.
“Thank you.” When she glanced at him, the lust in his eyes was obvious and she realized he would be expecting her to put out at the end of the night. Or, with the increasing heat of his gaze, maybe even in the back of the limo on the way there.
No, she was being crazy. He wouldn’t push her like that. But she knew he would expect it later … and why wouldn’t he? Practically the only thing her girlfriends had talked about for the past month was how exciting it would be on prom night. And how it would be the perfect evening for giving themselves to their special dates.
But Geoff wasn’t special to her. In fact, this was their first date. And the hungry look in his eyes only made her uncomfortable.
The limo started to move away from the curb and her heart leapt. The man she really wanted was in the house they were pulling away from. Of course he hadn’t reacted to her kiss the way she’d hoped. She was dressed up for another man and they were interrupted by his knocking at the door.
So how could Mason possibly have realized what she really wanted?
Her heart pounded in her chest. She had to go back. She glanced at Geoff in a panic. She couldn’t give him what he wanted, and it wouldn’t be fair to make him think she would. If she cut their date short, she knew he’d find someone else to fulfill his fantasy for tonight. All the girls wanted Geoff, the school’s star athlete. He could have his pick.
“Geoff?” She grasped his arm.
“What is it, Dana?”
“I’m sorry but … I have to go back.”
“Did you forget something?”
She shook her head. “I’m … I’m not feeling well.”
He frowned, and she was sure he was going to protest.
“I think…” she covered her mouth with her hand. “I think I might throw up. It must be something I ate.”
“Oh, damn, don’t throw up.” He knocked on the window between them and the driver and the driver lowered the glass. “Take us back to Dana’s house.”
Dana kept her hand over her mouth as they pulled up in front of the entrance.
“I’m so sorry, Geoff. Really.”
He frowned, but nodded. As she closed the door behind her, she could see Geoff pulling out his cell phone, probably to call another girl to replace her. The car pulled away, leaving her on the doorstep.
She walked up the stately stone steps and opened the door, then went inside. She sucked in a deep breath, gathering the courage to find Mason and tell him exactly how she felt about him. She would convince him that they could be together, then take his hand and lead him to her bedroom. Once the door closed behind them, they would both succumb to the passionate attraction between them.
She glanced up the stairs, wondering if he’d gone to his room. But then she saw a light at the end of the hallway, coming from the den. She smiled. He must be in there.
She slipped off her shoes, not wanting the clack of her heels on the hardwood to alert him to her presence. She wanted to see the surprise on his face when she appeared in the doorway. Then she would lock gazes with him as she walked toward him, feeling his adoring stare on her just like she had when he’d first seen in her prom dress. It had been an amazing feeling, his intense blue eyes staring at her in awe as she’d descended the staircase.
She wanted to feel that again. She wanted to step into his den, then captivate him with her smile. He would say her name in his deep, sexy voice,then stand up and stride toward her, his eyes glittering as he approached. Then he’d take her in his arms and kiss her passionately, and tell her how happy he was she’d come back to him. She’d confess her love and he would sweep her into his arms and race up the stairs to her bedroom.
She sighed at the images swirling through her head as she crept along the hallway.
As she approached the den—her cheeks flushed with excitement at what she was about to do, she thought she heard noises coming from inside. Was someone in there with him? She thought she heard the low murmur of a woman’s voice, then Mason’s.
She crept closer to the door.
Then a moan.
Dana bit her lip as she peered through the partially open door.
“No, sir. Please don’t,” a woman cried.
Dana’s eyes widened at the sight of one of the maids—she thought it was Maria—against the wall, with Mason’s body crushed against her.
Dana’s heart clenched and she wanted to jerk away, but she was mesmerized. What was Mason doing?
“Oh, sir, we shouldn’t.” Maria pressed her hands against his chest and began to struggle against him.
Then he thrust forward.
Dana’s hands covered her mouth, stopping herself from gasping.
Mason was … Oh, God … he and Maria were …
She felt faint.
“Ohhhh,” Maria moaned.
His hips drew back, then he drove into her again.
Maria’s hands clutched his shoulders and she pushed against him. “Oh, sir. No.”
Was Mason taking her against her will?
“Fucking slut,” he barked. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll feel it into next week.”
He jerked her arms over her head and held them there.
Horrified, Dana watched as the woman struggled against him, protesting, but he kept driving into her. Dana began to tremble, torn between running to her room and running to get help. But she couldn’t believe that Mason … that he would …
Mason pounded Maria against the wall, again and again. Her cries filled the room, but confusion spiraled through Dana as she realized that Maria’s face was contorted in pleasure, not distress.
“I’m going to come,” Maria whimpered.
Mason thrust harder and faster, and Maria wailed loudly.
“Fuck,” he groaned, then drove her hard against the wall, pinning her there as his body shuddered.
Dana stood there, trembling. Oh, God, she couldn’t believe what she’d just seen. Mason wasn’t the kind of man to take a woman against her will. And rather than looking upset or panicked as Mason drew back, Maria smiled with a smug look of satisfaction on her face.
Dana didn’t understand any of this.
Mason straightened his clothes and stepped back.
“Your break must be over by now,” he said in a dismissive tone.
Then he turned toward the door.
Oh, God, she couldn’t let him see her. Dana raced up the stairs, already hearing Mason’s footsteps in the hallway. She hurried along the upstairs hall to her door, her heart pounding. As she tapped in the combination to her door, her heart stopped as she realized he was on the stairs now. She got the last number wrong and it didn’t unlock.
Oh, God, he was getting closer. He would soon be at the top of the staircase, then he’d see her.
She jabbed in the combination again and this time, the door unlocked and she slipped inside, tugging her full skirt in with her. She closed the door quietly behind her, then leaned against it, trying to catch her breath. Seconds later, his footsteps passed by her door.
She didn’t think he’d seen her, but she waited there, praying he wouldn’t knock on her door and demand she confess to spying on him.
Thankfully, she heard the thump of his door closing and she released the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.
Finally, she calmed down enough to move, her legs still shaky. She dropped her pretty pink sequined shoes on the floor by her closet, then slumped onto the bed. Tears welled up in her eyes. Not only had her dream of finally confessing her love for Mason been stymied, but she’d seen him with another woman. A full-grown woman.
She’d been a fool to think Mason might be attracted to her. She was foolish and immature. He wanted a woman, not some naïve teenager.
She’d thought the evidence of his attraction to her when she’d kissed him had meant something, but it had just been a natural male reaction to a female body close to his. As soon as Dana had left the house, he’d found someone to relieve that tension.
She realized now that he’d never been attracted to her and she had been a fool to think otherwise.
Her heart ached and her tears flowed freely. The pain was almost unbearable. She sobbed, wondering if she would ever recover from this dreadful agony. Moonlight washed across her cheek and she turned her face and buried it into the pillow.
