“You little tease…” he joked and swatted my ass as I walked past him further into the apartment.
“Oh, I’m not teasing,” I replied playfully. “Now where’s my surprise?” I looked around the living area and dining room but didn’t see anything out of the norm.
He walked up behind me and slipped his arms around my waist. Leaning down to kiss under my ear, he whispered, “There are a few things we need to discuss before you can get it.”
“Oh-
kay
… ” He continued to kiss and bite at my earlobe and neck, which made it hard to concentrate on anything he was saying.
“Do you trust me, Angel?”
“Of course I do,” I replied without hesitation. “Especially if you keep doing that with your mouth…”
He laughed and took a step back. Grabbing my waist, he spun me around so that we were face to face. He bent down and lightly brushed his lips across mine. “Are you okay with being blindfolded? It’s necessary for your surprise.”
Drowning in desire, I nodded and said, “Whatever you want. I’ll do whatever you want.”
The huge smile across his face told me that I said the right words, and I had no doubt that he would take good care of me. His next kiss was much more brash, and I felt his eagerness and enthusiasm for whatever he had planned. He led me to the kitchen where he had a line of six shot glasses already filled with a clear liquid. He grabbed one and handed it to me, then grabbed one for himself. He looked directly into my eyes with a hunger that demanded my attention.
“Angel, this is all about you and everything that makes you happy. All I ever want is for you to be completely satisfied, so tonight I’m going to try and give you just that ~ total euphoria. All you need to do is relax and enjoy, okay?”
All I could do was nod yet again, as my mind raced through hundreds of possibilities that Mason could have planned. I had no idea what to expect, but I trusted him and was open to trying new things.
“The shots aren’t to get you drunk, but it will help take the edge off in the beginning. Being blindfolded can be a bit nerve-wracking at first, especially if you aren’t used to it.
I raised the small glass in the air in a silent toast and threw the chilled liquid down the back of my throat. Mason followed suit and we then repeated the motion twice more, polishing off the drinks. The warmth of the liquor amplified my already elevated body temperature, as the anticipation of what was to come had me more turned on than I could ever remember being.
He grabbed my hand and led me into his bedroom. Immediately I noticed the three strips of black fabric lying across the bed. Confused, I asked, “Why three?”
Once we reached the side of the bed, he stopped and faced me. The yearning in his gaze made me feel so wanted and sexy.
“One for your eyes and one for each of your wrists.”
The nerves in my stomach began to come to life when I realized that he intended to blindfold me AND tie me to the bed. I would be completely vulnerable to anything he wanted to do to me. Internally I was battling my brain cycling through all of the possible consequences by allowing him to do that and my hormones screaming just how fucking hot the entire situation was. Either Mason heard the scuffle or my apprehension was evident on my face, because he leaned down into me and fired the winning shot with a kiss so sensual it nearly dropped me to my knees.
“Do I get a safe word?” I asked.
Laughing, he shook his head. “You won’t need a safe word, Angel. I’m not
gonna
torture you. If you want me to stop, just say so and I will. Now strip for me and climb onto the bed.”
A little relieved that he wasn’t planning anything too crazy, I quickly did as he asked. Minutes later I was lying in the middle of the bed, stark naked, and waiting for him to restrain me. My exposed body shivered with excitement as he straddled me on the bed, still fully clothed.
“Remember, Angel, this is all about you. I’d do
anything
to fully satisfy you.”
“You
do
satisfy me…” I tried to argue, but he cut me off.
“
Shh
! No talking back. As a matter of fact, no talking at all… I just want you to feel.” He stroked my cheek with the pad of his thumb, and I closed my eyes to focus on the sensation.
“I love you, Scarlett.”
“I love you, too.”
Minutes later, I could only see black and my wrists were loosely bound to the headboard. I heard Mason ‘s clothes drop to the hardwood floor and then I felt him climb onto the bed and straddle me as he had just been. Slowly lowering his body onto mine, I could feel the heat radiating from his him, and he was obviously extremely aroused, even though the soft cotton of his boxers still separated us.
“You are the most beautiful fucking thing I have ever seen, Angel.”
His warm breath tickled my ear and his unrefined words made me wet instantly. Instinctively, I moaned and arched my back into him.
“Relax, baby. Let me do all of the work.”
He then began a tortuous trail of kissing, licking, and biting, starting at my hairline behind my left ear and moving downward at a snail’s pace. When he reached my collarbone, he
drug
his lip ring across my sternum to the right side of my body, where he mirrored his previous actions. Feeling that hardness of the metal accompanied by the softness of his lips drove me crazy. I forgot that my hands were inaccessible on several occasions and tried to move them to his head, and each time I grumbled in frustration which Mason found quite amusing.
After a short while, I was able to completely relax and I submitted to his seduction. My available senses were definitely in overdrive, especially touch. Every time he touched me he left a little fire in his wake, by the time he reached my feet, I was a scorching, sweltering mess.
I thought that I heard something at one point, but Mason began doing something incredible with his mouth and I lost myself in the sensation. A few moments later, as he was rubbing my feet, I felt something in the room change. Mason even paused a moment, but quickly picked back up on his special treatment. When I felt the weight of someone else climb on the bed next to me, my body froze.
“It’s okay, Angel,” Mason said soothingly. He continued to rub and kiss my lower legs and feet. “Trust me, on this. We’re
gonna
make your fucking world explode.” I slowly began to relax my tensed muscles.
“I told you this was all about you. We are
gonna
worship every inch of your body.”
He continued talking to me in a calming voice until he knew I was completely accepting of the idea. The other person had not moved or said anything since sitting next to me on the bed. I am not sure how or why or what happened, but I found myself eagerly nodding and surrendering to my sexual curiosity and the frantic throbbing between my legs
Mason stayed where he was at the foot of the bed where he continued to kiss and rub my feet and legs, while the other person straddled my hips and cupped each of my breasts. I wanted so badly to have my hands free so that I could at least feel the mystery person to know sort of what he looked like. Mystery guy used his thumbs to tease my nipples, flicking and circling them, making them harden immediately. His touch was soft but potent, and it felt so different but familiar. He too was still wearing boxers, but his erection was lined up perfectly with my aching clit. When he shifted his weight once, I moaned and pressed myself against him, trying to recreate the friction. Thankfully, he answered my request and began rocking up and down on me, driving me closer and closer to my orgasm. A combination of being caressed, rubbed, and stroked in so many places at the same time quickly led me over the edge of the cliff and exploding into millions of little pieces all over the ground.
As I lay winded and breathless, still unable to see and tied to the bed, the mystery guy leaned down and put his lips right next to my left ear.
“Watching you cum is the sexiest thing in this universe, Butterfly.”
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I shot up in bed as The
Lumineers
screamed “Ho Hey” over and over at me from my phone snuggled next to me in my bed. I was embarrassed at the scene that had been playing out in my head and the real-life wet panties I had on, and thought to myself that the song would’ve been more fitting for me had it played “Hey Ho” instead. It took me a few seconds to figure out what in the world was going on, but when I saw Mason’s name on the caller ID, I quickly answered.
“Hey
Mase
.”
“Hey, Angel. Sorry it’s so late. We all went out for our last night here and I accidentally left my phone in my room,” he over-eagerly explained.
“That’s cool. I just fell asleep reading.” I had suddenly changed my mind about complete honesty. Surely dreams that you couldn’t control didn’t count against you and didn’t need to be discussed. I blamed my out-of-control sub-conscious on the books. I really needed to move back to the young adult genre for a while.
“I can’t wait to see you tomorrow,” he said longingly. “I’ve missed you like crazy.”
“Hey, Rat. There you are.” I heard a female voice through the phone. “We are waiting for you to start the shots.” My stomach dropped, and I hoped that I was about to get a good explanation for what I heard.
I stayed silent as he replied to her, “I’m on the phone with Scarlett. I’ll be inside later; y’all don’t wait for me.”
“Angel, I can explain,” he said when he redirected his attention to our conversation.
“Where are you?” I demanded. “And don’t fucking lie to me.” My face grew hot; I knew I wasn’t going to like what I was about to hear.
“On the balcony of my hotel room.”
“Who is all there with you?”
“All of the guys, Sophie, the guys from
VanderBlue
, Bentley, Jag, and his girlfriend, Smiley.” I didn’t say anything so he continued. “Look Scarlett, I didn’t know they were going to be here. They came into town today because their drummer is getting married this weekend. Jag and Bentley thought it would be good if the two bands met, so we all hung out and had some drinks. Nothing happened. Okay? I’m telling you the truth.” His defensiveness put me on alert.
“And now they are all in your hotel room doing shots? And that was
her
, wasn’t it?” I was beyond pissed.
“Yes, that was her and yes, we all just came back here. I saw my phone as soon as I got in, and came out to call you. I haven’t had anything to drink… please don’t freak out, Angel. We are going to have to get used to this. You are going to have to trust me, just like I’m going to trust you.” My stomach clenched even tighter. I thought about seeing Ash in the store followed by the dream and felt a little guilty. Then I remembered that a girl that he had slept with numerous times was doing shots in his hotel room in the wee hours of the morning, and my guilt
subsided quickly
.
“Whatever, Mason.
I
am the one that has to get used to it… not
we.
You get to live the life of a rock star while I am stuck here at school. I go to class, study, and go to work; you practice making music- something you love, go out drinking, and hang out with a bunch of hot women including one you know intimately.” I said with a bite in my tone. I just wanted to get off the phone with him. I didn’t want to be psycho controlling girlfriend, but he needed to know that I was mad. “I’m tired and I want to go back to sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Please don’t be that way Scarlett. You know I have to do this. You’ve got to be able to deal with these situations.”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of. I’m not sure I can. Good night
Mase
. Please just let me go to sleep. I don’t want to argue with you. We’ll see each other tomorrow.”
I hung up the phone and turned it off and went back to sleep, hoping when I woke up in the morning that the phone call had been a dream as well.
MASON
Five minutes after she hung up on me and turned her fucking phone off, I was on my bike headed east on Highway Seventy-one. I was not about to let her shut down on me over this. I was not about to let Bentley fuck this up for me. I needed her to understand that I didn’t want to be with anyone else, as long as I had her.
Being without her for just a couple of days was about to make me lose my mind. I didn’t know what it was about her that stabilized me, but I knew that I couldn’t be without her. Any previous thoughts I had about breaking up with her to set her free and let her live her life like a normal nineteen year old had disappeared after the first day without her. I was a selfish bastard and I was going to keep her as close to me as I could for as long as I could. Whatever it took to make us work, I would do. I didn’t care if I had to drive to Houston a couple of times a week, if that would make her happy and feel secure.
As I flew down the highway, I cussed myself for allowing the night to play out the way it did. I never should’ve answered the phone. I was all ready for a night in my room, relaxing and talking to Scarlett for a while when Bentley called. Of course I couldn’t refuse the opportunity to meet and hang out with
VanderBlue
, and my friends would’ve killed me if they knew I had declined the invitation. It turned out a really good thing that we went. I hit it off with front man, Boone, and it appeared there was a good chance for us to join their tour for the second half, which included some international shows as well.