Laura peeled the shirt over her head. She hadn’t bothered with a bra, so she was left only in white cotton bikini underwear with her hair piled on top of her head.
Mason closed the gap between them and tilted her chin up. He wanted her eyes to meet his. He could tell she was definitely hiding something. He bent down and pressed his lips to hers. He was gentle, and coaxed her mouth to participate with his own.
Mason withdrew and left Laura breathless. Emotion hit her in the chest, a wave of love and tenderness for this sweet man in front of her. “Let’s leave tomorrow,” she murmured.
Mason’s eyebrows lifted. “Oh? Why?” he asked in surprise.
“There’s no point in waiting until Monday. You said we would be flying private. Is there a way to move the flight up?”
Mason trailed his hand down Laura’s neck and around her shoulder, leaving goose bumps in his wake. He circled his thumb around her nipple. “Do you think it’s that easy?” he asked quietly.
Laura shuddered and went damp between her legs. His light touches had melted all of her worries away. “I certainly hope so.”
Mason put his face next to hers. Laura could feel his warm breath on her ear and his five o’clock shadow grazing her skin. The barely there touches made her legs squeeze together as little thrills passed through her body.
“I could.” Mason dragged the fingertips of his free hand up her inner thigh, lightly brushing over the crotch of her underwear. “Tell me why,” he ordered before catching her earlobe in his teeth.
Laura gasped as Mason nibbled over her earlobe and gently stroked her through the thin cotton fabric. “I need the time away. I need to be with you.” Her words came out gasping and broken. “Oh, fuck.”
Mason ran the tip of his tongue over the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder, making her squirm in her seat.
“Is that all?” he asked, his voice becoming husky.
Laura tipped her head back to let Mason feed on her skin. “Yes,” she sighed. The light touches and kisses were becoming torture. Laura knew Mason was plying her, but she didn’t care. She would have sold out her own mother at that point.
“Lovely.” Mason continued to pet her through her panties. Laura was almost uncomfortably wet now. “I’ll look into it later. I’ll move the flight date for you if I’m able.” Mason dropped to his knees. “I’ll do whatever you’d like,” he declared before drawing her nipple into his mouth.
Laura moaned and ran her fingers through his thick dark hair. She had gone stupid with lust. Mason sucked on first one nipple then the other; no part of her breast was neglected as he worked her with his mouth. She writhed and gripped his head, sighing as the pleasure grew. She thought she would come with just the nipple stimulation. She didn’t think that was even possible.
Suddenly, Mason stopped. “Hands behind your head. Get on your knees.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me!”
“Are you questioning me?” Mason cocked an eyebrow; his hands froze on his belt buckle. The gleam in his eye told Laura she had better answer correctly.
“No, sir.” She dropped to her knees and clasped her hands behind her head. The position pushed her aching breasts forward. Mason un-tucked his shirt and slowly began to open the buttons, all the while watching Laura to make sure she behaved.
She was enjoying the show. The way his body looked in clothes turned her on. He was off the charts sexy when naked. He was lean, without being heavily muscled, and had a nice covering of dark hair across his chest she loved to run her fingers through. That is, when she wasn’t being forced to keep her hands to herself.
Mason shrugged his shirt off and tossed it over her wingback chair. Laura was practically drooling with anticipation as he slowly undid his belt, button, and fly. “I know you’ve been distracted lately. I’m going to fuck your mind back where it belongs…on me,” he declared with a grin.
Laura answered with a breathy, “Please do.” She was so ready to be done with her real life and get into her fantasy bubble with Mason.
He took a few steps closer and closed his hand over her breast. “I’m going to fuck your mouth first. Keep your hands on your head, and don’t you dare move. If you disobey me, I’m going to punish you. Do you understand?”
Laura nodded with excitement. His words alone caressed all of her most intimate places. She was afraid she would come with a draft.
Mason ran his thumb over Laura’s bottom lip. “Open your mouth,” he directed. Like a good girl, she obeyed and opened wide to take him in. He gripped her ponytail and guided himself, slowly in and out. He sucked air through his teeth as Laura flicked her tongue over the sensitive head.
It was becoming increasingly difficult for her to keep her hands away. Her palms itched to touch him, to play with his balls, or run her hands over his tight ass. To hell with it! He had driven her so crazy she didn’t care if she got punished for being defiant. She cupped his balls in both hands as he used her mouth.
Mason stopped and removed himself immediately. “Get on all fours,” he growled. Laura smiled and obeyed, leaning over so her ass was sticking up in the air. Mason marched into the bedroom and returned with a riding crop.
“You deliberately disobeyed me, didn’t you?” He tested the crop against his open palm.
The sound of leather on skin turned Laura liquid inside. “Yes, sir. I did.”
“What did I tell you would happen if you didn’t keep your hands to yourself?” He cracked his palm again.
Laura flinched at the sound. “That you would punish me.”
Mason dragged the tip up and over her seam. It got him off to see her shudder with pleasure.
The first blow caught Laura by surprise. She cried out as the crop came down on the sensitive flesh of her bottom the second time.
“I’m thinking three more times ought to do it.” He teased the leather tongue against her clitoris; she bucked and strained for more pressure in response.
The third lash snapped against the aching bundle of nerves, sending a shockwave through her. Laura didn’t understand how, but she was turned on almost to the point of pain. She thought if she didn’t come soon, she would drop dead for sure.
The fourth strike landed across the back of her thighs. She wriggled her ass in the air and moaned. Only one more to go.
Mason paused. He wanted the waiting to be her punishment. She clearly enjoyed the actual striking part, so he would get her with the anticipation. He watched as she rubbed her thighs together in frustration. When she slipped her hands between her legs was when he had a problem. “Stop right there, or you get five more. You do not touch yourself unless I say so, nor do you come until I tell you to.”
Laura froze and whimpered. “Please, Mason. This is killing me!” Every nerve in her body was firing. She was begging to be touched and put out of her misery.
With a smile he cracked one last lash against her clitoris.
The sting nearly pushed her over the edge. She could feel the orgasm; she just needed one last nudge to make it happen. “Please, Mason. I need you.”
Enough was enough for the punishment. He didn’t need her to beg or feel humiliated, and he’d toed that line pretty close. He sat on the edge of the couch, the cool leather sticking to the back of his legs, and pulled Laura in close to him on the floor. Without saying a word he pulled her up to kneeling and spread her legs. “Just a reminder that you do as I say.” He stroked a fingertip over her clitoris, culling mewls and moans from Laura’s mouth. “You’ve been a good girl. Now you get what you want.” He leaned back and allowed Laura to climb up onto his lap and straddle him.
She lowered herself onto his cock and rocked her hips, grinding against his pelvis to finally get some relief. She was going to take what she wanted.
Mason dug his fingers into her hips as she rocked and bucked, picking up the pace as she neared her peak. Laura closed her eyes and completely let go, letting the rhythm of her body take over.
Mason watched on as Laura becam
e primal, totally animal. The way her breasts bounced, the way her ass slapped against his thighs, and the look of complete abandon on her face were the most erotic sights he had ever experienced. He moaned and matched her thrust for thrust as she rode him.
Laura gripped Mason’s shoulders as she came completely unglued. “Fuck, Mason!” she cried, moaning his name over and over as waves of pleasure washed over her.
“Christ, you feel so good.” Laura’s muscles pulsed around his cock as she came and collapsed on top of him. Mason lifted his hips and held on to her limp body as he pounded into her. He cried out as he emptied himself inside of her.
Neither of them moved for several minutes. Mason stayed buried inside of her as she nuzzled her face into his neck.
“Mmm. You smell so good.” Laura nipped his earlobe.
“Ah! That tickles, stop.” Mason wiped his ear against his shoulder. He traced lines gently up and down Laura’s spine, making her quiver around him. His cock twitched in response.
“Laura, do you really want to leave tomorrow?”
Laura scooted off of his lap and sat down on her ancient afghan. It could be washed later. “Yeah. I do. I think the time away will be good for us, and I’m cracking under the stress. We don’t have anything to do until Monday, so let’s just get out of dodge if we can.”
Mason studied her for signs of something else. “Why don’t you go and get yourself cleaned up while I call the pilot? Okay?”
“Definitely. I’ll go jump in the shower.” Laura kissed Mason on the cheek and headed into the bathroom.
Mason fished his phone out of his pants pocket and strolled into the kitchen for a drink. He listened to the ringing while he pulled ice out of the freezer and opened a cabinet for a glass.
“Newport Jets. This is Marissa, how may I help you?”
“Hello, Marissa. This is Mason Decker, and I have a flight scheduled for Monday at nine. Could you let the pilot know I will need to change that for tomorrow?”
“I can check, but I’m not sure if that’s enough time to file a flight plan. What time did you need to leave?”
Mason smacked the ice cube tray against the granite countertop, snagging the drawer pull with his little finger. Something inside caught his eye and he pulled it all the way open.
“Mr. Decker? What time were you looking to take off?”
Mason reached in and pulled out a handful of what looked like crushed flower petals. “As soon as possible, please.”
“I’m going to put you on hold for a moment. I think the pilot for your flight is still in the building.”
“Sure. I’ll hold.” A saxophone version of Lady in Red came on over the phone line. Mason winced at the cheesiness of the Muzak.
After rummaging around another minute he pulled out a stack of paper. He turned the pile over and was stunned to find out they were all photos of Laura in various degrees of undress and the poems she had received.
Mason’s heart sank. Roses, nude photos, what else was she hiding? He snuck into the bedroom and pressed his ear to the bathroom door. Good, the water was still running. He searched under cushions and in the coat closet. He rummaged through every nook and cranny of the apartment to find nothing. Finally, he performed a mad dash around the kitchen, opening and closing cabinets until he came to the pair under the sink.
That’s where he found the pink box with the ermine stole. The shower knobs squeaked and the sound of running water stopped. Mason shoved everything back where he found it.
“Thank you for holding, Mr. Decker. I just spoke to the pilot. He said he’d file his flight plan tonight so you should be able to leave by four or so tomorrow afternoon.”
“Perfect. Thank you so much.” Mason hung up and slid is phone across the counter in a huff. What was he going to do? What did all this stuff mean? Did she have somebody else? Was that admirer back? This had to be why she was acting so strange.
“Did you get the flight changed?” Laura came out of the bathroom squeezing the water from her hair with a white bath towel. She hadn’t bothered to wrap her body in anything.
“Yeah. Um, we take off tomorrow at four. Go ahead and start getting packed.” Mason couldn’t keep the hurt out of his voice.
“Hey what happened? Are you all right?” Laura padded into the kitchen.
Mason stared at the floor. He couldn’t bring himself to look at her.
“Mase, what happened?” Laura felt him stiffen as she cupped his cheek.
“What are you hiding from me?” Mason blurted out.
“I’m sorry. What?” Laura felt her pulse pick up. Her palms were suddenly sweaty.
“What are you hiding from me? There has to be something. I can feel it.” Please just tell me the truth!
“I’m not hiding anything from you.” Liar! You’re a lying liar McLiarpants! Just tell him.
“Why are you lying to me?” A tear slipped down his cheek. He couldn’t lose her again. His heart just couldn’t take it.
“I’m not lying. I’m just not sure I want to talk about it.” Laura brushed her thumb over his cheek. “I promise, when I figure it out, I’ll tell you everything.”
“Is there another man?” Mason’s temper ignited. He wouldn’t let her go without a fight.
“No. Well, no. I don’t know. Something weird is going on and I have no idea what it is.” Laura turned on her heel and disappeared into the bedroom.
She didn’t want to acknowledge out loud that she was being watched. It felt like if she just kept hiding the photos and paraphernalia then these things weren’t really happening to her. She didn’t want to drag Mason into her mess. Especially since she didn’t know exactly what her mess was.
Mason appeared in the doorway and leaned against the frame. “I think someone is stalking you. We need to go to the police.”
“Rationally, I will agree with you, but I’m kind of hoping that our little European jaunt will put the kibosh on this thing once and for all. I’ll be gone for a month, and he or she will have that time without me to follow around.” Her logic was flawed, but followed the principle of “if you ignore it, it will go away.”
“I’m hoping the month will be enough time for this person to forget I exist and will find someone else to fixate on.”
Mason blinked at her, an incredulous expression stamped on his face. “No offense, but that is the dumbest thing I have ever heard.” Mason picked up a dropped towel and wrapped it around his waist. He was not about to do battle naked.
“Well, that’s what I want to do. This person disappeared for a few months. Maybe if I disappear first then the separation will stick.” Even as she said the words out loud she knew they sounded stupid, but she didn’t want to involve the police. Then the situation would turn into some long, drawn out process. All she wanted was for it to end.
“Why are you insisting on keeping yourself in harm’s way? And furthermore, why did you hide it from me? Did you think I was too stupid to find out?” Mason’s eyes blazed with anger.
“This is none of your business!” Laura got off the bed and drew herself up to her full height. It was her turn to command authority. “Where do you get off telling me what to do, anyway?”
“This isn’t my business? This isn’t my business! The woman I love is being stalked by some psycho who sends her boneless weasels and naked pictures of herself, and it’s none of my business.” He crossed his arms over his chest and balled up his fists in determination to keep his temper in check.
“Last I checked, you don’t own me, you aren’t my daddy, and there is no ring on my finger, so no, this isn’t any of your business.” Laura balled up her wet towel and hurled it at him.
Laura’s words cut deep, but Mason wasn’t about to let this go. “None of that matters, you stupid cow! It isn’t just you anymore! This is you and me, and you kept a real doozy of a secret from me for…how long now?”
Laura shrank back a little. “It started again a month ago.”
“A fucking month? You kept a critica
l detail like this from me for an entire month? I can’t – I just–” Mason opened and closed his mouth a few more times, but he couldn’t find the right words.
It didn’t matter what words were said. Laura plopped down on the mattress and bawled. “I am so sorry, Mason,” she cried, covering her face with her hands. “I’ve been so freaked out about this whole thing I didn’t know what to do. I wanted all of this to go away, and it wouldn’t. It’s been getting worse.”
Softening, Mason sat down next to Laura and pulled her onto his lap. “I should be the one apologizing. Hey, look at me.” Laura turned her gaze towards him. “I shouldn’t have made this about me, and for that, I’m sorry. Let’s just go and get out of town. With any luck this thing will have petered out by the time we get back.” Mason stroked her damp hair as she cried. Laura needed to get all of the stress and worry out and Mason was willing to just sit quietly and be there for her.
Laura’s body language had made it clear that she didn’t want his advice or meddling. He wanted to just jump in and take control of her situation, to just end it, but he wouldn’t be okay with himself if he disrespected her wishes.
Laura’s sobs had slowed to sniffles and hiccups. She had exhausted all of the emotion and pent up anxiety in her body, and despite the fatigue, could think a little more clearly. “I don’t care what happens from here on out. As long as I have you, I feel safe. You’re home for me, Mason.”
“Aw, hell, woman. You’re going to make me cry.” Mason kissed her with all the emotion he had felt. He wanted to carry some of her burden. She didn’t have to fight the invisible man on her own; it was just up to her to let him.
Mason lay Laura down on the bed underneath him. Laura kissed Mason back with an urgency bordering on desperation. She needed him. She wasn’t sure yet as to what that meant, but for now she needed that physical and emotional anchor to something real.
Mason positioned himself between her legs as Laura rose up to meet him.
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