Command Performance (13 page)

With a sigh, she relaxed. He drew her legs over his shoulders again. “Open your thighs for me, baby. Let me have you.”

A small hesitation, but she complied. He could sense her arousal, not just in the wetness of her pussy, but the way she watched him, the way she held herself. She liked submitting to him like this, he could swear it—and it was submission. She was as excited about his force as she was about his tongue teasing her clit. God, he had to get her downstairs to his dungeon soon.

He licked and kissed her pussy with a heightened fervor he’d never felt before. This was her first time getting oral, and every buck of her hips, every strangled moan imprinted on his memory. He would always remember this, her dread and excitement, her sweet scent and taste. Just from her noises, he knew what to do, how to build her desire higher and make her wait, and build her higher again, so when she finally came...

When she finally came she was tearful. Astounded. Her whole body quaked and she made a sound like no sound Mason had ever heard, a pleading, crying wail of triumph in her throat.

“I came,” she sighed when she returned from the heights of her climax.

“I noticed.” Mason lowered her to the bed, massaging her thighs, placing a lingering kiss at her mons.

“No, I mean, I
really
came.”

“Ye of little faith,” he murmured. “I knew all along you would.”

“How did you know?”

He slid his hand over her pussy, enjoying her warmth and dampness. “Because you’re fearless, and you’re curious as hell. I think you’ve been having naughty thoughts for a long time. Naughty cravings you’ve kept hidden away from the world. From yourself, even.”

She looked vulnerable for a moment, almost guilty.

“It’s okay,” he said. “I’m the last person to judge you. But I’m right, aren’t I?” He leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear. “You want to be played with, Miri Durand. Like a toy.”

He drew back to watch the emotions playing across her face, swirling in her crystal ball. He saw one thing first and foremost: need. Her fingertips opened against his skin. “I want... I want...”

“Tell me, baby.”

“I want you to... Well.”

“Just say it.”

“When you finally...you know...do it with me, I want you to...not be gentle. I’ve always felt like I don’t want sweet sex.”

Mason smiled, stroking her wrinkled brow. “Shocking.”

She swallowed hard and stared at him. “You know, that day we did that scene together, the rapey one?”

“You enjoyed it.”

“Yes, and I felt awful afterward. I mean, I hated it, but I still liked it. I couldn’t understand why.”

“I felt the same way. On one level I hated pretending to rape you, but on another level it turned me on. Which you surely realized from my huge erection.”

“I liked that part of it too,” Miri said. “I went home and replayed the whole thing in my head.”

He gave her a dire look. “Did you touch yourself, naughty girl?”

“I’m afraid I did,” she whispered. She squirmed as he slid a finger down her slick pussy lips. She was already responding to him again, already primed for more. Insatiable, like him.

“Did you touch yourself like this?” She shuddered and sighed. “Answer me ‘
Yes, Sir
,’” he prompted.

“Yes, Sir,” she breathed. “Oh, God.”

“Did you think about my hard cock while you touched yourself?”

Another shiver. “Yes, Sir.”

He fondled her and pressed his thumb right up against her swollen clit. Insatiable indeed. “Did you touch yourself here? Did you stroke your hot wet clit until you came, thinking about me fucking you and forcing you down?”

“Y-Yes, Sir!” She arched against his hand. It was cruel, teasing her when she was so wrought up, still buzzing from her previous orgasm. “Please. Please have sex with me, Mason. Please fuck me, right now.”

“No, my naughty little virgin.” He parted her gently with his thumbs, gazing at the beautiful feminine parts he’d licked and fondled and toyed with for days now. “I’m not doing it yet. See, you have this...” He searched lower, squinted and looked closer. “Oh my God.” He’d stared at a lot of juicy pussies in his life, but he’d never seen this. “Holy fuck. You really, actually have a hymen.”

She tried to pull away from him. “You’re looking at my hymen?”

“Never seen one before. Wow.” He poked at it lightly, stroked the small opening while she struggled to close her thighs. He finally let her go. She slammed her legs together while he tried to collect his senses. Instantaneously, his cock was hard enough to hammer a nail into concrete. She stared at him, thinking God knew what. After a full minute, he felt composed again.

“I don’t really know a suave way to say this, Miri. I can’t wait to bust through that thing.”

She pulled away from him and rolled onto her side. “I think you might be blowing this out of proportion. I hope you don’t end up disappointed. Once my virginity is gone, how are you going to muster up any interest in fucking me?”

Mason laughed and hugged her from behind, his mouth against her ear. “Believe me, even after I take your virginity, I’m going to fuck you, and fuck you, and fuck you until you beg me to stop. I’m going to fuck you until you’ve had so much Mason Cooke crammed in your orifices that you can’t stand it anymore.”

She turned to him. “So you’re saying you’re going to be a very thorough teacher?”

She was killing him. She was doing it intentionally. “I’m not going to fuck you today,” he moaned. “Even if you look at me like that, and use that sexy virgin voice.” He put a hand over her eyes and wrapped her up with his other arm so she was trapped in his grip. “You’re playing with me now, but the time will come when I’ll be the one playing with you.” He lowered his voice to a whisper. “I wonder if you’ll enjoy the things I do to you.”

She struggled, squirming at the cloaked threat in his words. He tightened his hold on her with a demonic chuckle and growled with pleasure when she fell still.

Her voice was quiet when she finally spoke. “I think I’ll probably enjoy them.”

He released her, traced the subtle arch of her brow, her delicate cheekbones. Her cherry lips. “I hope you do.” He hoped she liked every single thing he did to her.

He hoped scandal followed them forever so they had no other choice but to hole up in bed together and hide.

Revelation
was wrapped. Mason’s time was his own again, at least for a few weeks, and he chose to spend most of it with Miri. He took her to dinners, to parties, doing his best to protect her from the paparazzi lens. They stayed indoors when they craved privacy…and when they craved each other. She’d wanted him to teach her and Jesus, he was teaching the shit out of her every private moment they got.

Lots of fondling, lots of oral, even some light bondage and playful spanking. She got a little braver each time, because he egged her on and told her to be proud of her sexuality, to follow her body’s directives, not her mind’s. He took her to the play room in his basement, the dungeon he’d assembled in horny frustration after his divorce. Until now, with no kinky partner, the implements and equipment had been gathering dust. Miri gawked at his collection of gear, not with horror, but curiosity. Once he eased her into the lifestyle, he was going to spend hours with her down here, working her over and making her come a million times.

Not yet though. He stayed dressed now whenever they did sexy stuff together. He had to, or he’d fall on her and despoil her before the agreed-upon time. They’d picked the date, a window just before her period when they could fuck with relative safety. He’d done STD tests. She’d started on the pill. It was all arranged and scheduled.

One more day.

One more day to go, and she wasn’t even with him. It was probably for the best. He was hiding from phone calls and emails, from the outside world. His mind was elsewhere. He masturbated a couple times thinking about her beautiful body, thinking about cradling her in his arms, driving into her tight virginal sheath.

He would make it so special for her. He was determined on that point. He’d arranged a getaway to a private paradise, three days of sun and sand and never-ending sex. He thought a lot about the connection that would be forged between them with this act. Not just the connection of his cock in her pussy, which was hot enough, but the connection of him being her first. She would never forget that, because women were sentimental. He wanted to give her a worthy encounter to treasure through the years. It was a big responsibility, one he was determined not to fuck up.

He knew she thought it would be some kind of ending between them, that he’d get bored with her after he was done taking her virginity. She guarded her emotions from him, probably because he’d warned her in the beginning she would end up hurt. The joke was on him—he was growing every bit as attached to her as she was to him. If she thought he would move on from her afterward as if they’d shared nothing, she was sorely mistaken. It would probably be better for both of them if he did, but he knew he wouldn’t. He’d grown too close to her to just drop her and get on with his life.

At the same time, he knew chances were good their dalliance would end eventually. Yeah, the “lessons” were hot, and they shared some real moments of closeness, but this was Hollywood. They were reminded of that every time they walked out a door. The crush, the paparazzi, the gossip magazines making up ridiculous shit. He was hardened to the fuckery by this point but he couldn’t imagine how it looked through her eyes.

Of course, being Miri, she soldiered on. She never mentioned the vicious commentary about her on the Mason Cooke fangirl sites, or the fact that pretty much everything the papers wrote about them was made up, including direct quotes. After all, this entire thing had begun as a media scheme, a strategy. They’d made a deal because he needed her sweetness, and because she wanted to prove to everyone that she wasn’t an innocent, girl-next-door type anymore. Problem was, she
was
an innocent, girl-next-door type.

Well, innocent in an emotional sense. Tomorrow, officially, her physical innocence would be gone.

He lay back on his bed with a sigh and dialed Sats.

“Hello?”

“Satya, hey. It’s Mason.”

“I know.”

“Too late to talk?”

“I’m in New York, so yes,” she said in irritation. “But now I’m awake, so go ahead. What’s up?”

“What’s up? I’ll tell you what’s up. Tomorrow’s the night.”

“What night?”

“You know. The
night
.”

Satya snorted. “I would have thought you’d busted through that cherry long before now.”

“The cherry is still intact. Until tomorrow night. Boo-ya.”

“You’re a pig.”

“I know you don’t think I should do it, but she asked me to. She’s begged me several times.”

“Yeah, that totally makes it okay. Because twenty-four year old virgins know what they want.”

“I miss talking to you, Satya. Especially when you turn on the sarcasm.”

“If that’s true, why don’t you call anymore?”

Mason felt a stab of guilt. He hadn’t even known Satya was in New York, he was so preoccupied with his own life. “I’m mostly spending time with Miri.”

“Yeah? Doing what?”

“Non-penetratively perverting her. Teaching her the ins and outs of blowjobs, obviously, along with some other stuff I don’t dare tell you about.”

“Thank God. So where’s the Virgin Miri tonight? Shouldn’t you be spending these last hours kneeling before the altar of her intact hymen?”

Mason ignored the derision in her voice. “She’s at her dad’s. He fell and hit his head or something and needed stitches, and she’s staying there tonight to help him out.” He paused, touching his lips. “I don’t know. There’s something weird going on there above and beyond the stage dad nonsense. I can’t put my finger on it.”

“Ew. Not some kind of molestation-child-abuse thing?”

“She’s twenty-four.”

“No, I mean when she was younger. It would explain why she’s so sex aversive.”

Mason thought about the various carnal encounters they’d shared over the past few weeks. “She’s not sex aversive. She came so many times last night while I was going down on her that—”

“La la la la la la la! Too much information. Listen hon, I wish you the best tomorrow. And her. I still can’t believe she chose you to take her virginity though, with that massive schlong you’re packing.”

“Must you be crass?”

“She could just as easily have visited that sex shop on Hollywood Boulevard and bought the Pussy Destroyer dildo and done the deed herself. It would have been a lot less messy and she wouldn’t have had to stare at your ugly face while it was going on.”

Mason rolled his eyes. “I don’t want to know if there’s really a Pussy Destroyer dildo out there, or how you would know if there is. How are you, my lovely Indian lass? Missing my massive schlong, obviously.”

“No, I’m not. I met someone.”

Mason absorbed her smug exclamation with a mixture of happiness for her and unexpected jealousy. “Really, you met someone?”

“Do you have to sound so surprised? Yes, I met someone. A very kind, intelligent man with gainful income and a gorgy loft in the city.”

“In the city? New York City?”

Satya tsked. “Try to keep up.”

“But you live in L.A.”

“They have these things called airplanes.”

Mason wasn’t enjoying this conversation. Satya loved New York and did most of her work there. If she met a New Yorker and fell in love...

“Is he a nice guy?” he forced himself to ask. “What’s his name?”

Satya hesitated for a moment before she spoke. “This thing is pretty new. I don’t want to share all that yet. This might be nothing.”

But he could tell from the strain in her voice that she really wanted it to be something. “I should let you go. Mr. Gorgy Loft might be trying to call.”

“Call me tomorrow, Mace. Or in a few days. Whenever you emerge from your hymen-bursting-induced euphoria and return to earth.”

“Will do.” He hung up, resting his phone against his chest. God, he was happy for Satya. She sounded hopeful and excited. He was excited too. When he was with Miri, he felt something more than sex urges and public relations image repair. He felt something a lot more than friendship. He just wasn’t sure if it was powerful enough to overcome everything stacked against them.