MasonsRule-ARe (14 page)

Still a little flustered, Rebecca exited the plane and went down the steps. After the luxurious aircraft, his version of a ride didn't surprise her. A sleek black limousine sat barely a stone's throw from the plane steps. She might not be a world traveler, but she knew enough to know this wasn't the norm. Unless you were ridiculously rich. Something she already knew about Mason and hadn't given much thought. Except those endless hours she had waited for him at his apartment...
 

He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and despite his sudden drop out of college more than a decade before, he landed a sweet position at Lewis Global and became their CEO within a couple of years. She suspected his college friendship with Tucker Lewis had something to do with that. Under normal circumstances, his business dealings would matter little to her. But she found it odd that a CEO of a company built on a foundation of religious organizations spent all of his free time inside of a BDSM club. How had he managed to keep that little tidbit quiet in today’s ‘there are no secrets anywhere thanks to social media’ world?
 

She understood why he guarded his private life with things like legally binding contracts. But that only made her more curious to find out what else he was hiding. Tucker, Levi, Mason and Gabe. College pals. Business associates. All hiding something. She didn't know what, but she feared it had something to do with her sister. And that's what she wanted to find out.

They settled into the car and within minutes were headed into the city of sin.
 

"You're quiet again. Except this time I'm not sure I want to know what you're thinking."

"Why Vegas?" she asked. "You don't seem like the type for this place."

"Really? What kind of place am I the type for?"

She smiled at his question. "I don't know. Where do overbearing, have-to-have-it-my-way all the time business types usually go?"

Mason put his hand over his heart. "Ouch. Direct hit."

Rebecca rolled her eyes. "Whatever. You know what I mean. I imagine Las Vegas as one big party, full of sex, booze and gambling. You may have the sex part down, but I don't envision you out drinking it up and gambling at the same time. That would imply a loss of control and you Mr. Sinclair hold onto your control like a lifeline."

"You watch too much television, Miss Adams. Sure those things happen here, but Vegas is about a lot more than that. This town is about money. And I do like money. But more importantly, it's the opposite of everything Charlotte pretends to be. It's honest."

Rebecca laughed. "Seriously? You see Vegas as honest? I thought it was one of the most corrupt and over the top cities in the country. That's hardly anything to be proud or honest about."

He lifted her hand and pressed it to his mouth. "Oh but that's where you're wrong. In Vegas, the rules are whatever you make them to be. And more importantly, you don't have to pretend they are something else. If I want to buy a BDSM club and spend every night fucking a different woman, not only can I do it, but I can do it without having to hide. No one cares what you do here. There are no expectations to be something you're not."

"Is that what you do now? Pretend to be something you're not?" She held her breath waiting.
 

He turned to her with only what she could describe as a dark look. One she'd seen before. His right eyebrow was cocked and his eyes narrowed slightly. "Don't act like you don't know exactly who I am. Even a baby reporter would have pulled together a dossier on me before she stepped one foot into Purgatory. So you know I work for Lewis Global and you probably know I own part of the club." His voice vibrated with irritation.

She definitely hit a sore spot. And she had no evidence he held a stake in the club, but he just confirmed what her gut already knew. "I'm not pretending not to know. But I like hearing about you from you, not some Google search. Is it wrong I want to get to know the man who is dominating me?"

His hand tightened around hers where he held it on his leg after kissing it earlier. She might not have known him long, but she felt the shift in him immediately. The easy-going man he gave her a peek at disappeared. She was now sitting in the car with the big, bad Dom.
 

"No it's not wrong. But I'll tell you now I've never been very good at sharing." He leaned toward her and invaded her space. "I get that getting to know me sounds reasonable, but I wouldn't count on learning much." His hands were now firmly wrapped around the tops of her thighs as he twisted her in the seat to face him. "I'm stubborn. I take what I want. But what I give is guarded. If it's pleasure you want, no problem. My goal in life this month is to overwhelm you with pleasure. But if you're here thinking I'll let you inside my head for some explosive story or anything else—you couldn't be more wrong. You were right earlier when you said I don’t like to give up control. Ever."

His hands were inching up her legs and her brain battled her body for control. He could turn any look on her, even the dark one and she wanted to melt in front of him. He had a way of making her feel naked even when she wasn't and he had no problem making her want him either.
 

"Anyone ever tell you that you are an arrogant ass, Sir?" In her head the words were sarcastic, but in reality they'd come out more breathless than anything else.

"Anyone ever tell you that you are a beautiful?" His index fingers slid between her thighs and moved towards her sex. "Sometimes bratty..." He lightly grazed the lips of her pussy. "And always irresistible sub?"

She gasped when the rest of his hands parted her. "No one ever calls me beautiful or a sub. Mostly just a pain in the ass."

"You are that too. And stubborn. But it would seem, if you judge how hard I get whenever I'm around you, I must like all those things."

"Wouldn't that make you a masochist, Sir?"

He smiled as he lowered his head. "You would think so, wouldn't you?"
 

She could feel his breath everywhere now. It was hard not to squirm under the sensations of heat glancing across her clit. "Mason?"

"Hmm?"
 

"What are you—I mean we're in the car?"

"So."

"Shouldn't we wait until we get to the hotel?"
 

He raised his head and met her gaze. "No."

Her muscles clenched at the forceful tone of his one-word answer. Would she ever get used to a man like him? One with an incessant need to be in charge and a strange penchant to expose her.

"Is that what it's like for you? You get whatever you want, whenever you want it?"

"Yes, Miss Adams, it usually is. Unless of course you want to use your safeword and stop me. Otherwise, I will do whatever I feel like."

She shook her head. No way did she want to stop anything.
 

"That's what I thought. Now stop talking and lie still."

Rebecca no sooner got her mouth clamped shut when his tongue slid through her tender folds. "Oh my God."

Obviously not one to take things slow, Mason licked at her with fast, bold strokes. One second he was circling her clit and the next he dipped his tongue inside her opening with relentless pressure until her leg muscles trembled.
 

She gave a fleeting thought to the driver who probably saw them before giving into the sensations Mason drew from her. Already she felt the building pressure to come.
 

He gave her visions of what it would be like to have his cock inside her, not just his tongue. From fast movements to slow, he continued his ministrations. He licked up one side and down the other as Rebecca grasped both his head and the back of the limo seat. Her body shook harder with every passing second, until her vision narrowed and all she saw was his dark head between her bare legs and felt the scrape of his trim beard along her most sensitive flesh.
 

Holy shit.

He was really good at this.
 

Her core tightened and the pressure in her pelvis began to pulse. Everything ached for more. But she’d tried sex in the back of a car and it had been anything but pleasant. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to blank the old memory from her thoughts.
 

Mason was nothing like her past. He might have made her sign a contract to get this close to him, but he wanted her. Not her sister.
 

Her body stiffened.
 

Mason lifted his head stared up at her. Her juices glistened on his lips. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she said. What the hell was she supposed to say? I can't get the fact that the last time I did this in a car, the boy had settled for me because he couldn’t have my sister.

"Babe. I thought we talked about this. You can't say nothing. Nothing is bullshit." While he spoke he started to explore her with his fingers. "Now tell me the truth."

Shit. No way no how. Not fucking telling him anything close to the truth. "I'm nervous. We're in a car." She tipped her head down and lowered her voice and nodded her head in the direction of the driver. "He's probably listening."

Mason shook his head after placing a chaste kiss at the top of her mound, just above her clit. "You have a lot to learn about the value of a mind fuck, Miss Adams. The point was for me to let you think the driver could be watching or listening to me while I ate your pussy. When in fact, the glass between us is one-way and the rear compartment is sound proofed. It requires one of us to press a speaker button for anyone to hear a word we say."

"Really?" She never even considered that might be true.

"Yes, really. Now can you relax so I can go back to my fun?"

Even though she kind of lied to him about what made her tense, a slight giggle slipped from her mouth anyway. She was thinking about the driver too. The heat in Mason’s eyes gave her pause. This was nothing like anything she ever experienced before and it was totally unfair to make the comparison.
 

"Yes, Sir."

He smiled and flicked his finger against her clit. "Yes, Sir what?"

Rebecca gasped as the sharp sensation his finger created wound around her nerves and pulled them taut. "Yes, Sir, please continue."

He shook his head. "The proper answer is Yes, Sir. I want you to eat my pussy until I come on your face."

She sucked in a sharp breath as heat pulsed through her. "I can't say that," she whispered.

"Why not?" He turned his head and nipped at her inner thigh. A sharp bite of pain whipped through her. "I prefer to hear the words. However, for now I'll let it slide. But be warned. When I ask for something and you are too shy or embarrassed to give it to me, then you'll owe me something else later. Understood?"

Rebecca tried to roll his question through her mind, but found it impossible to focus. His finger had begun circling her tight bundle of nerves and the pressure had grown intense.
 

"Yes, Sir." She didn't care. Whatever he wanted he could have as long as his finger kept moving. She was so damn close now her whole body had started to tremble.

"Good." He bent forward and licked her.
 

"Shiiiiiiitttt." She grabbed his head and tried to pull him closer. "I'm going to come. Oh God. Please. Please don't stop."

"I know, baby. Not stopping." While his finger circled, he used his other hand to push two fingers inside her.
 

Her stomach tightened and her body went rigid as the sensations shot through her. Shocks from her core radiated out and robbed her of her senses. She could barely breathe, let alone speak or shout.
 

Mason didn't let up. With every pulse of her inner muscles he matched it with a high pressure lick across her exploding nerve endings. Rebecca wanted to scream, but her body was locked helplessly in place. There was nothing to do but take what he gave and pray when her climax ended she’d still be alive.

After he coaxed another almost painful it was so good orgasm from her, he lifted his head and smiled. “I knew you had that second one in you.”
 

Rebecca bit at her bottom lip as she continued to recover her breathing. Confusion clouded her brain. There had been pain this time around. With her body still wired from the first, the slightest touch to her nerve endings made her jerk and writhe. But the pain had evolved until she could no longer discern between discomfort and pleasure. It still astounded her that something painful could get turned into pleasure.
 

“Does your mind ever quiet down?”

She shrugged, there was no use pretending he hadn’t busted her. “Maybe when I sleep.”

“I don’t think you’re going to get much sleep on this trip.” Mason relaxed back into the seat next to her and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, which he proceeded to use to dry his face.
 

“I’d offer you this to clean up, but I rather like the idea of you touring my hotel with your body still dripping wet.” He leaned forward as the car door was opened. “Every step you take will remind you where I was and make you wonder what I might have in store for you next.”

“Now you’re just being mean,” she whispered as she scrambled to cover herself with the car door now wide open. Wait. “Did you say your hotel?” she asked as she exited the vehicle, wincing against the late afternoon sun.