“It’s about time,” I said, setting down the papers I had in my hand and leaning back in my chair. I waved down to my lap. “My physical state hasn’t changed much since you left earlier. It’s not right to prepare the meat then leave it sitting for so long, you know.”
She chuckled, slowly working her way across the room. “I was letting it marinate. Makes it taste even better.”
I blew out a heavy breath, fighting the urge to pull out my dick and give it a few strokes just to have a small amount of relief. “I think it’s marinated long enough. In fact, I think I’ve set a world record for longest held boner in history.”
“Looks like my job will be pretty easy, then.” Far beyond impatient, I moved to stand up and go to her, but she stopped me. “No, stay there. I said it might be easy, but that doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun.”
She proceeded to take off the skinny belt she was wearing with her dress and walked around my chair, taking both my hands and wrapping the belt around my wrists, effectively pinning my arms behind my back. She stood back up and walked around in front of me, admiring her work. I could have easily gotten out of the binds if I wanted, but I was content with letting her run the show this time.
“Yes, I think that will work nicely,” she said.
“Now, how about you get out of that damn dress and put that body to work?”
“Don’t rush me, Cruz,” she said over her shoulder as she walked to the stereo in the corner. She flipped through a few stations until she found one playing a slow rock tune.
I could hardly breathe as she began to unzip her dress with her back facing me, affording me the incredible view of her red lace bra being slowly bared to me as she lowered the zipper. Just as her red panties were making their appearance, she turned back around, letting the material fall from her body until nothing covered her except her skimpy lingerie and those sexy tattoos.
“Holy fuck,” I whispered.
“Like what you see?”
I groaned. “You have no goddamn idea.”
By then, I thought that surely she was going to put me out of my misery. Instead, she went on to do something else that had my dick spitting in my jeans. She crawled on top of my damn desk, shoving papers out of the way, and sat up on her knees without removing her eyes from mine. And she began to move. Spreading her legs, swaying her hips to the steady rhythm of the rock beat, touching herself with her own fingers as her hands drifted from her hair down to her chest, briefly dipping underneath her panties.
“Sage, baby,” I whispered as my eyes stayed glued to where her hand went beneath that strip of fabric. “What are you doing to me?”
“Are you complaining?” she asked, her voice lowering. The question had an edge to it, like she wanted to push me as far as I could go.
“Fuck no, I’m not,” I spat. “How about you show me those perfect tits of yours?”
She removed her bra without argument. I wasn’t able to breathe again until those perky, pierced globes of flesh were within my field of vision. Oh, how I had missed them. “Now the rest.” When she made no move to get rid of the underwear, I begged like the pussy-starved man I was. “Please. Show me.”
Never wanting to immediately give in to my request, she turned around so that her round ass was right in my face and still didn’t move to strip out of the lingerie. Though I wasn’t caring as much about that when her tight cheeks were gyrating right in front of me, which I suspected was her plan.
“Damn, woman.” How the hell did I get this lucky? “That’s right, baby. Work it. Show me all you’ve got.”
It was as if she had formal training as a professional seductress with the way she was moving, knowing precisely what buttons to push. My eyes followed the way her tattoos seemed to come alive as she danced, the swirling colors a hypnotizing work of art on a masterpiece of a woman.
I scooted forward, trying to bring my face closer to her skin. “Put that in my face,” I commanded. “Give me some of that.” I was going to blow in my pants soon if she didn’t quit teasing me.
She moved again and wriggled out of the scrap of lace. Thank God. My balls officially started to ache whenever she rolled over on her back and spread her legs, giving me a gloriously unobstructed view of her bare sex. Her lips were swollen and slick with arousal, her tantalizing slit goading me with the way it began to open up before my eyes, as if it were inviting me in. Whether she wanted my tongue, my cock, it didn’t matter. She was getting it all tonight.
Sage scooted to the edge of the desk, threw her legs over my shoulders, and pulled me between her thighs by the neck. “All yours.”
Hell yes, it is.
With my hands tied behind my back, I dove into her, licking up and down her folds before penetrating her with my tongue. I made her writhe for me using nothing but my mouth, which I think was driving me almost as crazy as it was driving her.
“You’ve been a naughty girl, Sage. Keeping this sweetness away from me, flashing it in my face like that without letting me touch it.”
Just to torture her a little bit like she had with me, I dotted kisses along her seam with just enough pressure to keep her on the edge. I would hold my mouth over her lips but wouldn’t suck on her flesh or give her my tongue. Alternating between blowing cool air over her clit and warming her with my hot breath, I drove her crazy with the contrasts.
“Mason…” she moaned.
“Not so fun is it? Being teased.” I brushed my lips across her folds, covering them with the shine of her juices. “Wanting that release, feeling it right there on your fingertips, but you just can’t reach it. And do you know why, Sage?”
“Because you won’t give it to me,” she said between heavy breaths.
Bingo. “Because I have the power to make you come, baby,” I growled against her. “That privilege lies with me and me alone right now. Which means that you would do absolutely anything I say to get what you want. Isn’t that right?”
When she didn’t answer, I flattened my tongue against her and drew it upward, licking her from bottom to top, making her tremble against me.
“I said, isn’t that right?”
“Yes!” she yelled. “Oh my God, yes. Whatever you want, I’ll do. Just make me feel good. Please.”
Those words were more than enough. “I want you to come,” I told her. “Just like this, in my mouth. I want you to wrap those thighs around my head. I want you to dig those goddamn heels into my back and make me eat you out, Sage. I want you to force my mouth on you. Punish me for teasing you like I’m going to punish you later for tying my hands up.”
She didn’t hesitate to immediately put marks in my back from those spikes. That alone was enough to douse my jeans in pre-come. But when she grabbed my hair by the damn roots and shoved her pussy in my face, I released a muffled roar that had my entire body vibrating with repressed need. I almost broke out of my binds to hold her still whenever her hips arched off the desk, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as her inner muscles contracted around my tongue.
There’s the sweetness I’ve been waiting for.
“I’m coming, Mason,” she panted, her voice sounding like she was in another world. “Holy shit, I’m coming.”
I lapped her up, wasting nothing she gave me, not satisfied until I cleaned every inch of her. When I leaned back and lifted my eyes, she was already looking down at me.
“Now either put me in your mouth or come sit on me. I don’t care how you do it, but I’m going to be inside of you somehow in the next two seconds.”
Her body shot forward, pushing me back in my chair as her fingers worked furiously to get my jeans unbuttoned and down my thighs. I almost came on the spot when she finally released me and lightly trailed her fingertips down my shaft.
“God, you’re so big.”
She had me in her mouth in the next instant, my entire body tensing with the effort to not shoot down her throat. She sucked the tip, her tongue massaging the head as it moved down the shaft. And when she took me all the
way to the back of her throat, I swear I yelled so loud the windows rattled.
“Motherfucker!”
Her mouth was warm and wet and was sucking me down like she didn’t have a gag reflex. I was pretty sure she was going to suck brain cells out as hard as she was going. But I didn’t want her to be naked in front of me this whole time without feeling her softness against me.
“I changed my mind,” I said, fighting to catch my breath. “I want you in my lap. Sit on me. Now, Sage.”
She reluctantly pulled her mouth away and climbed over me, her legs straddling my thighs. We didn’t look away from each other as she grabbed ahold of me, guiding me into her slowly. I loved the way her eyes communicated how good it felt to her, the way her lids drooped with every inch of me she took.
“Now, ride me, baby,” I said when I was all the way in. “Fucking ride me hard.”
As soon as she did and that friction started, I knew I wasn’t going to last long. Her hips were moving fast, slamming down in rough drives. I wanted to touch her, help guide her with my hands, but I gave that control to her, knowing that she needed it in that moment. She was holding onto my biceps, but let go when her nails began to dig into my skin.
“No, it’s okay,” I told her. “Mark me. I want you to. I need you to.”
I was surprised that it was the truth. I’d never felt inclined to ask any woman I’d slept with before to do such a thing. But those torturous moments at my parents’ house earlier were creeping back into my mind and I wanted to forget them completely. I needed something in that moment with Sage that would punish me for how stupid and weak I had been in that house.
She reached underneath my shirt and dragged her nails down my back. Deep. To the point that I figured she drew blood in at least one spot, but I didn’t care. I relished those brief seconds of pain, especially knowing that she was getting off on it too. Not wanting my bound hands to keep me from reciprocating, I leaned forward and nipped at her skin, leaving red marks all around her pierced nipples.
“That feels so good,” she moaned.
“Yeah?” I leaned in and gave her more. “You know I can’t stay away from these. Not when they’re shoved in my face like this, bouncing all over the place. Pierced and perfect. They only move like this whenever my cock is inside you. Because only my cock can give it to you this hard, Sage. And the way they bounce like that…fuck. Your tits want my mouth just as much as your pussy does.”
“Oh, I can’t…It’s too much…”
She kept repeating those words like a mantra even though I knew it was the worst lie. She could and she would. Already she knew I would never give her anything that she couldn’t handle, which was proven in the next moment when she climaxed around me.
I followed only seconds later, thrusting my hips upward at a feverish pace. Her body went limp afterward, her chest falling against mine, her face buried in my neck. Neither one of us had any desire to move as we came down from our mutual highs and slowly built our energy back up. Hell, I barely even noticed that my hands were still tied up.
“See, I told you,” I murmured into her hair. “Voodoo magic shit.”
There was no doubt. Sage Tucker officially had me under her spell.
Chapter Ten
Sage
You love your job.
You love your job.
“What I’m saying is that Katie has become a completely different person since she and Sabrina were separated,” I told the jerk-off from Social Services that I was currently on the phone with. “She’s non-communicative, her grades are failing, and she’s isolating herself from everyone whenever she’s not in school. She was taken away from the one family member she really has left and she misses her.”
The man on the phone sighed and I wanted to reach through the line and strangle him. “And I’ve told you before, we cannot move her again right now without reasonable cause. There have not been reports of any mistreatment in the Dole household. And you yourself have said that you have found no evidence of inappropriate behavior on the part of Ed and Tina Dole. Unless you do, our hands here are tied.”
I scoffed. “So, you’re saying that things have to become a lot worse and Katie has to show physical signs of suffering before you’re going to take action?”
“This is policy, Ms. Tucker,” he snapped. “You know this well enough. We have enough children who are in need of safe homes to worry about one who’s already in one and is merely unhappy.”
“And unhappy children aren’t something we need to concern ourselves with?” I raised my voice. “The repercussions of a case like this being mishandled can affect a child for the rest of her life.” I should know. “Aren’t we supposed to be bettering children’s lives? Improving them?”
“Don’t start spouting idealistic platitudes at me, Ms. Tucker,” Mr. No-Name Behind a Desk said. “I work hard every day to keep this system functioning, and if I let my emotions overrun me with every child, I would never get anything accomplished. Call me if you have actual evidence you need for a relocation. Until then, there is nothing I can do.” He hung up.
I fell forward and buried my face against my desk.
You. Love. Your. Job.
“Rough day?” came a deep, smooth voice from my office doorway.
My head snapped up to see Mason standing there in his worn leather jacket and grease-stained jeans. He clearly had just come from the shop. “Oh, hi.” I hastily tried to straighten my hair, hoping my makeup hadn’t smeared when I was squeezing my eyes shut in frustration. “What are you doing here?”
He smirked and walked into the room. “I was just hoping to catch you at a bad moment so you could scowl at me like that.”
I immediately relaxed my face, unaware of whatever emotions he could see there. “Sorry. Just dealing with some red tape bullshit. Seems like a never-ending thing these days.”
His eyes softened in sympathy. “I hate to hear that. If it’s any consolation, you’re doing good work. If it wasn’t for people like you, we’d have a lot more children out there with even sadder stories.”
“That’s what I have to keep telling myself.”
He cleared his throat, running his hand through his hair. “I was actually coming by to see if you’d want to have dinner with me tonight.”
We’d had sex twice already, so dating should have naturally been thrown into the mix somewhere at some point. But I had to admit this caught me completely off-guard.
“Dinner, huh?” I asked, leaning back in my chair, the end of my pen poised at my mouth. “Are we talking about a bar where we eat out of baskets and have to shout to be heard over the noise of the TVs and drunk people? Or a dimly lit place with tablecloths and more than one type of fork provided?”
A smile grew on his face as he watched me. “Let’s say somewhere in between. I want to be able to hear your answers to my questions, but I don’t own many ties.”
I tsked at him. “Too bad. I could have fun with some good ties.”
His eyes darkened as he slowly shook his head. “I have no doubt that you could. So, what do you say?”
I pursed my lips in thought, considering the ramifications. Sex was one thing. That was never too scary as long as the man played by my rules. Dating was another thing altogether.
“Come on, Sage,” he chided softly. “I’m not asking you to move in with me. It’s just dinner. No pressure afterwards. We don’t even have to call it a date if you don’t want to. We’re just going to eat food and that’s all.”
I hoped that wasn’t all we would do. Surely, he wouldn’t be opposed to some extracurricular activities after we ate. “Alright,” I replied. “You name the place and time.”
He nodded once, his smile spreading. “I’ll call you later with the details.”
My shoulders fell in disappointment when he turned to leave without trying to touch me. I could have used his healing powers of kissing right then. He looked back at me just before he left the room and chuckled.
“Don’t think I don�
�t want to re-enact the other night with you right now, with you being the one tied up this time. But I have to get back to work, and I really don’t need the guys giving me more shit about the bite marks on my neck or the scratches on my back.”
I could feel the blush cover my entire face. “Seriously? They actually said something?”
“No.” He laughed when I rolled my eyes. “I’ll see you tonight, Sage.”
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“It’s been so long since I’ve eaten some good lobster,” I moaned around the meat I just scooped out of my poor little guy’s claws. “Good choice, by the way.”
Mason nodded as he twisted the tail off of one of his crustaceans. “And a bold choice,” he replied. I looked at him in question. “I’ll admit that it was partially a test. Most women would balk at eating lobster on a first date. You know, the mess and all. But you’re passing with flying colors.”
Subconsciously, I dabbed at my mouth with a napkin. “Did you really expect me to go all high-maintenance and dainty on you? I’m not stupid enough to refuse a free lobster meal. I would think that by now you would know me better than that.”
“Oh, I do.” He grinned as he took a sip of his Coke. “I just wanted to make sure that all of our other encounters weren’t flukes.”
I shook my head. “Right.”
We both settled into our meals, but it wasn’t long before he spoke up again. “So, the story of Sage Tucker. Go.”
I grinned. “You like to be direct, huh?”
He shrugged, his posture relaxed, laidback. “Small talk is only fun if it’s a form of foreplay.”
I choked on my food and reached for my drink as he chuckled to himself. “Alright then,” I began. “Well, I told you that my mother died when I was seven. I was young but I remember us being really close. Since my father wasn’t in the picture, it was just us against the world.”
“Do you remember her much?”
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