by Kailin Gow
“This view is so amazing,” I said, looking around. I could see small waves below and thought it was the most majestic view—on the cliffs of the Pacific Ocean, the sun slowly starting to set.
“I never get sick of it. I don’t get the chance to get out here enough,” Mason said.
“Is your mother home?”
“No,” he said with a smile. “Do you really think I’d take you here on this date you finally agreed to just so you could hang out with Mother?” He had a crooked grin on his face that made him look entirely too sexy for that moment.
“From that tone, I’m going to go with ‘no’,” I said.
“Let’s go and I’ll give you a tour while the chef prepares our dinner,” Mason said.
He’d gone through a lot of work and I was impressed by it. What woman wouldn’t be? Whether we admitted it or not, most of us savored the thought of being treated like a queen on a date. I know that I did, although I wasn’t prepared to admit that to Mr. Mason Beast quite yet—maybe ever.
The tour of the mansion was amazing. It was so interesting to see his family’s history through all the paintings and photos that were in the house. There was even a room that was like a mini-museum, devoted to the entire history of Beast Stores. It had original sketches from fashion shows that they’d hosted, as well as exclusive lines. There were endless autographed pictures of famous designers and celebrities that were connected to the store in some way. Really incredible.
Mason pointed to a blank space on the wall. “Soon, your mother will be hanging there, I hope.”
That concept touched me profoundly. Knowing that Mom and I were the beginning of our history, having a spot amongst all the icons on the walls seemed so special. I smiled, imagining how Mom would react to that. She’d be composed and grateful upfront, but the second we were alone, she’d jump up in the air and do that fun little dance she liked to do in private when she was excited. I was so proud of her.
“How long has your family owned this mansion, Mason?”
“My great-great-grandfather actually took it over when one of his designers couldn’t pay back money that he owed. He’d fallen upon hard times.”
“Now that is the way to get a mansion, I suppose,” I said, nodding my head. Talk about being in the right place at the right time.
“He was a shrewd man and a pack-rat, which is how all this is possible,” Mason said. “We have everything from the store’s first opening back in 1902.”
“Everything? You mean advertisements, things like that?”
“Yes, plus some of the clothes, as well. There were certain pieces that my grandparents thought were exquisite—almost like art to some—and they saved them all. It’s quite the collection.”
“Can I see it?” I asked. I loved vintage clothing.
We made our way to an upstairs room with a massive walk-in closet. The closet was at least 3,000 square feet, a pretty decent sized home in California for the average person.
I began to walk through the closet, almost afraid to touch all the dresses with their sequins, rich and lustrous fabrics, and stunning colors—all very well preserved considering they were not covered with anything. “Mason, you should really have these in vacuum sealed bags or something. They’re too beautiful to let the elements ruin them, especially being so close to the ocean.”
“All covered, Charisma,” he said, putting his hand in his pocket and leaning against a dresser in the center of the room and staring at me.
“How so?”
“This closet has special lighting in it to preserve them, and when the door is shut, you can just press a button and it creates a vacuum of sorts for further protection. The motto of the family has always been that fashion is meant to be worn and touched, not just stared at.”
“That’s a beautiful sentiment,” I said.
“I agree. So…what do you say we have a little fashion show?” he asked.
“You mean we can wear these, Mason?”
“Absolutely. Personally, I like the vintage Armani tux and that’s what I’m going with first.”
“I don’t know how I’d decide,” I said, my jaw unhinged. This was so cool!
“Allow me to pick then,” he said.
I watched Mason and he went right over to a 20s flapper dress that was red. He pulled it off the hanger and commented, “Perfect.” Then he continued on, getting a hat, a strand of pearls, and some shoes.
“Why don’t you use the changing room over there,” he said. “I can’t wait to see what you look like.”
I walked into the changing room, which was beautiful in and of itself—very French inspired. I slid off my jeans and t-shirt and put on the clothes that Mason had picked out and assessed myself in the mirror. They were stunning. I don’t know how he just knew what would look good on me, but he had obvious flare for it. Must run in the family, I thought.
I exited the changing room and said, “So, what do you think?”
One look at Mason and I knew. He appreciated what he saw. And I appreciated what I saw, too. He looked so handsome in that tux and the way he stood there, looking at me, I almost felt like I was transported back to some speak-easy in the 20s. It was all so wildly romantic—and fun!
From there, we kept changing into different clothes, deciding to span every decade. We were laughing and talking and playing dress-up like two kids might, but there was a very adult chemistry between the two of us.
I walked out in my 70s garb and looked at Mason, who was in his, and the two of us started laughing. “Definitely a struggle for fashion in this decade,” I said.
“I agree. I can’t imagine. Tight in all the wrong places,” he said.
His eyes moved downward and I found myself staring at his crotch. Those pants were definitely tight on it, emphasizing its enormity. He must be very well endowed from the size of his bulge. Even though I’ve never done it before, I wondered how it must feel to have such a large penis enter. I was a virgin at 22 years old, but I wasn’t so naïve about sex. I wanted it just like any other woman, but I wanted it at the right time and with the right guy. And I wanted it to be the most amazing sex, the most pleasurable and hot sex I could ever experience. If a man can’t give me hot sex, can’t be passionate with me, then I’d have to pass. Could Mason be the one who could give me everything I want in a man? Including mind-blowing can’t walk the next day sex? I blushed picturing him naked, on top of me, and making me scream as he rammed into me; and almost stumbled. Embarrassed and noticing Mason’s smiling eyes on me, I changed the subject.
***
“Mason, this zipper is stuck and I don’t want to tug,” I said, walking out into the large room and staring at him.
He walked over and I turned around. With his hands on my shoulders, I felt the heated power of his touch that almost made me jump with its intense sensuality. I could tell from the electricity between us how he wanted me.
“Allow me,” he whispered hoarsely in my ear, his chest pressed against my back from behind. The fabric of his shirt tickled my skin and when his hands went to the zipper to try and loosen it, his lips began kissing my neck so tenderly. I could barely breathe. When he lightly licked the hollow of my neck, I gasped from pleasure.
“Liked that?” he whispered against my cheek, “there’s a lot more where that came from, baby, and I can’t wait to lick you all over from your beautiful head to your toes. And inside you.” He groaned. “Especially inside you. I’ve been wanting to taste you from the moment I set my eyes on you and your sexy sweet body.”
Oh God, he was so sexy. I felt myself start to heat up from the core of me.
I’m not sure how it happened, even, but I heard the sound of unzipping and felt the dress fall down to my ankles, sending a small breeze over me, making me shiver. There I was, exposed in my lingerie and feeling so aroused by the hot, steamy kisses that Mason was so masterfully delivering. His arms wrapped around me and he lifted me up, carrying me over toward the bed in the corner.
My mind was
going wild. I wasn’t sure I wanted to lose my virginity to him, despite all this, but I was so excited and turned on by the entire night up to that point. I didn’t want to say no, but I wasn’t prepared to say yes, either.
“Don’t worry,” Mason said, staring right into my eyes. It was like he could read my mind and I just trusted that he had, curious about what else he could do to keep this sensual feeling alive inside of me. I wanted to be the naughty girl and scream, “Fuck me.” But I also wanted to be selfish and enjoy what he may deliver, continuing my reign as the queen I felt like I was.
“Mmm,” I said as he placed me gently on the bed and leaned down and gave my inner thigh a feathery kiss.
“I’m going to savor every inch of your creamy, perfect flesh,” he said. “Can I do that, Charisma?”
I nodded my head, temporarily speechless from the seductive words. And also a bit of anticipation that was shouting, “Get to it, already! You have me, now take me.”
He groaned loudly and said, “Mercy me, Charisma. You are so beautiful I’m going to enjoy dining on you tonight.” Then he dove between my thighs and became very passionate and more intense; unleashing what seemed to be another side of him. A beastly sex-driven wild side to him. The Mason I knew from the office was gone. Instead, here was this sexy uninhibited man who could not get enough of me. He licked me so intensely and so hard, I was grabbing the soft silky comforter beneath me. I felt like a wild animal had been unleashed, and was ravenous for sex. Was starved for the taste of me. He couldn’t get enough.
“So delicious, Charisma,” he groaned between licks and kisses. “This isn’t enough, baby. I want to fill my mouth with you.” His entire hot mouth covered my sex, and he licked me before inhaling and sucking me deeply.
I cried out, “Oh so good.”
The way his tongue flickered on my flesh made me feel like he was the devil in the form of a snake tempting me to go to the dark side with him. I’ve never experienced such mind-blowing pleasure.
“I want more of you,” Mason said, looking into my eyes with hunger. “I want to make you mine.”
His mouth fell again on my pussy, licking it with full abandon. My back arched unwillingly as he slid my panties completely off, turned me around so my back was facing him, and pulled me up on my knees. He began to suck on me hard, his tongue darting in and out of me, reaching my G until I was gasping. I was going to explode from the unbelievable pleasure. In and out. In and out.
“Oh God,” I cried out. “Oh Mason.”
“Not yet,” Mason chuckled deeply. The vibrations of his chuckle deep in his throat nearly sent me over the edge. He continued with the onslaught. It was hypnotic and rhythmic. Then he’d mix it up, sliding his fingers in with his tongue and putting pressure in all the right spots. I felt my juices covering his hand and I was coming with no control over it. “That’s it, baby,” Mason groaned, licking my juices and closing his eyes savoring me. “Keep going, baby. Just let go.”
At that, I felt my entire body shaking harder and harder until I was screaming and convulsing. It was the hardest I’ve ever came, aside from my own hand and large oversize toys. Having Mason go down on me like that was no comparison. He was a sexual beast and a master at providing pleasure. He was good at everything, but when it came to sex, if that was just a sample of what he could do; he was probably one of the best fuck a woman could have.
I looked up at the ceiling and everything looked blurry, my head spinning and my heart racing as I went to a place I’d never gone before. I had no idea how much I’d love it, though, and was tantalized by just how dark I might be willing to go. I felt the desire to match Mason’s intensity movement for movement, but I didn’t get the chance. I could barely hear him because my heart was pounding so hard and the blood rushing through my body, but he said, “We’d better take a break and eat. The chef may be wondering where we are…although I doubt his feast could be as good as the one I just experienced.”
I was let down and I was relieved. When I’d woken up that morning I’d never thought it would be a day where I lost my virginity, if you count oral sex as sex.
“Are you good with what I did?” Mason asked me tenderly, moving a strand of my hair behind my ear.
“Wow, yes,” I said bluntly. Really, what would the point of denying it be? He’d sent me skyrocketing with his actions.
“Good, I just want you to know how patient I am and that you’re becoming a very special woman to me, Charisma. I definitely want more of you, but for now, it turns me on just to pleasure you. In time, we’ll get more playful, and try more daring things, but for now, since it’s your first time…that’s enough.”
***
After I took a shower and ate dinner with Mason whose eyes never left my face, I was still on a pleasurable high. Nothing could sour my night, except not being able to continue what we started.
“Bad news,” Mason said, looking at me. His face didn’t seem to be worked up about anything in particular, though.
“Oh no, everything okay?” I asked.
“We just took too long out on the island. There’s a small storm front setting in and we can’t get clearance to head back to the mainland. So…we’re stuck here tonight.”
“How convenient,” I said with a smirk.
“Indeed,” he replied, staring at me with ravenous eyes. Those eyes may very well be the death of me.
Well, it didn’t rain at all that night, because I could barely sleep. There I was in this amazing bed in my own guest room—comfortable and luxurious—and all I had on my mind was what Mason had done to me. That darker side of him was really hot and sexy, and definitely unexpected. It was a huge draw, and I was seriously curious to experience more of this beastly side of him.
When I went down to the kitchen area the next morning, Mason was sitting at the breakfast counter, drinking a cup of coffee, and reading the Wall Street Journal.
“Good morning,” he said, jumping up and coming over to give me a soft kiss on the cheek. “Hopefully you slept well.”
“Slept great,” I said. Yes, I lied. I secretly wanted him to break into my room and do what he will with me last night.
“Good, if it works for you, I figured that we could take a little tour of the island today, have some fun.”
“I’d love that,” I said. I had only been to Catalina Island once before, and I was pretty young. Somehow, I thought a private tour with a hot billionaire might be a little different. Mason proved me right. Everything was enchanted and perfect, from the golf carts along the coastal path to the glass bottom boat that was chartered just for the two of us. It seemed like he wanted me to himself, and I didn’t mind that he did. Before I knew it, the sun was setting again.
“So, are you up for spending one more night on the island?” Mason asked. “Compared to me making some excuse as to why you should.”
“Was last night an excuse?” I asked. I hadn’t thought it was at all, until that moment.
“No, that was legit, but right now, I could take you back if you wanted. Of course what I really want is for you to stay. We could have a picnic on the catwalk and look at the stars. They’re out in full force tonight.
That is so romantic, I thought. This thing, whatever it is, is crazy exciting.
“I think I can do one more night. I’d better call my mom, though, and let her know what’s going on,” I said.
“I’ll leave you to it,” he said. “You call and I’ll get the picnic prepared.”
“Not the staff?” I asked.
“No, they can’t help me put together what I want for this,” he said with a coy smile. His double talk was making me twice as aroused as I’d ever been in my life.
I pulled out my phone and called home.
“Hello?” a male voice said. It was strange hearing Callum answer, because I just wasn’t used to that completely despite it all.
“Callum, hi, I just wanted to let you know that I won’t be home until tomorrow,” I said.
“Where are you
at?” he asked in a curt tone.
This would be a bit strange. “At your family’s home on Catalina Island.”
“With Mason?” he asked.
“Well, yes,” I said.
“Okay then, I’ll let your mother know,” he said. Then he hung up, leaving me with a strange feeling about his icy tone. It made me instantly feel nervous, but I didn’t really understand why.
Chapter 13
Charisma
“Good morning,” Mason said, staring over me and shaking my shoulder gently. “Breakfast is served, Madam.”
