“Ha, ha. Yes, I did. Seems you like to fill me up in lots of ways.”

  He reaches across the table and runs his thumb over the corner of my mouth, bringing back a bit of whipped cream and licking it off. “That I do.”

  He wraps up with the waiter, then walks us to the exit with me on his arm like he’s a proud lion. As we pass, a table of what look like businessmen drinking scotch and being a bit too loud look at me. Mason sidesteps toward them, glaring and growling as he pulls me next to him.

  A few minutes later, the valet has brought the car around and we are pulling down Sugar Road instead of back toward his house.

  “Where are we going?”

  “It’s a surprise.” He reaches over and runs his hand along the back of my neck with a squeeze, and my nipples tingle and tighten.

  He doesn’t say anything else until we pull in at the Kissme Bay Marina. The scent of the lake and the sound of the tide rolling on the shore fill my senses, as he comes around to my side, opens the door for me and pulls me toward a long dock.

  “I love the water,” I say and he looks down, nodding.

  “I know. You told me one of your dreams was to have a boat someday.”

  “Yeah. Someday…” I look down the dock wistfully as we walk. I see at the other end a huge power yacht, strung with white lights, and my stomach starts to flip.

  I swallow as we get closer, my heart beginning to speed. Mason is heading us right toward the gangway.

  “What’s this?”

  “It’s the Jenny.”

  “What?” I squint, confused.

  “If you don’t like it, we can trade it for something else, but I wanted to give you something special. I want to fulfill your dreams, little flame. This isn’t a sailboat, that’s not my specialty but it is my brother’s, so someday we’ll both learn to sail. But for now…”

  “Wait, this is too much…”

  “Nothing is too much.” He tips his head toward the stairs. “Up you go. It’s all ready, a little night cruise…we’ll christen it.”

  I feel my cheeks warm and heart pounds as he smacks my ass going up the stairs. I’m not sure how big the boat is, thirty feet maybe? Maybe more.

  It’s gleaming white and chrome with a huge open deck toward the stern and an interior flickering with candles and more flowers, just like in the restaurant.

  “I feel like a princess.”

  I walk around, letting my fingers drift to the surfaces as two men appear on the dock, tossing the mooring lines onto the boat, then silently coming on board to secure the lines, nodding to Mason before disappearing without a word as he heads toward the captain’s station where the engine is already humming.

  “You are a princess. My princess,” he says as he revs the engine and pulls the boat away from the dock into the dark water.

  It’s all too much and thank you seems such an insignificant way to show my appreciation. Besides, he looks so handsome in his suit, the outline of his hard cock making my mouth water as much as the desserts back at the restaurant.

  “You are my captain,” I say as I press myself against him, running my hands down his chest.

  His pupils dilate, his brows pulling together with that look that tells me he wants the same thing I do.

  The water laps at the sides of the huge boat as I step back, low lights filling the open space as I reach around and tugging the zipper down on my dress, biting into my bottom lip as a mischievous smile tugs at my lips.

  “What you have planned there, baby?”

  “Oh…” I stall, sweeping the thin straps of my dress off my shoulders and letting the heavy beaded fabric collapse to the floor around my feet. “Just something to show my appreciation.”

  Standing in the moonlight in the little black corset and thong panties Mason gave me along with the dress, balancing on the black Jimmy Choo pumps, I feel like the center of his universe.

  “I like where this is going.”

  I toss my hair back as I spin. He insisted I wear it down and wild, and I feel so free with the breeze cooling my skin and the sound of the waves all around. I step forward as he keeps one hand on the steering wheel, standing as the wind sweeps through the interior of the boat.

  Working the buckle on his black leather belt, I lick my lips as I swallow the saliva that is gathering under my tongue, anticipating his delicious flavor.

  “And I like where this is going,” I say with a grin.

  He closes his eyes as I release his huge erection, still marveling at its size and how the veins snake around the shaft like deep purple vines, pre-cum dripping from the tip already, making my hand slick as I give him a few strokes.

  He groans at the contact and I love his sounds of pleasure more than I ever could have imagined. I lower myself in front of him, looking up as he opens his eyes.

  “Just when I think you can’t get any more perfect, you do.”

  “Yeah, I’m sneaky like that.” I smile, then take a good look at his cock on a moan.

  I don’t waste any more time. I run the tip of my tongue over the leaking slit and his flavor rushes through me, making direct contact with my pussy, which responds with a warm gush as it tightens.

  “Fuck, baby…” He grits out, his jaw clenched as I kiss his heavy balls, running my tongue over the thick textured skin, then drawing them into my mouth just like he likes, one at a time. “Your mouth is fucking magic.”

  I work my way up from his balls, running my tongue up the underside of his shaft, then drawing in the swollen tip through my lips, popping it in and out a few times, listening to his groans.

  In no time, I’ve got him spit slick and I’m drawing him deep, in and out, in and out, listening for the pace and pressure he likes as he puts the boat in neutral and takes the sides of my head in his hands.

  “You’re a dirty little teacher’s pet,” he hisses. “I’m going to fuck your filthy little mouth today and you’ll get that A you want.”

  Our eyes meet as he takes control of my head, driving his hips forward until the tip of his cock is bucking up against my tonsils, making me gasp and make wet gurgling sounds.

  “You like when I fuck your face like you’re my toy, don’t you?” The lust in his eyes is making me soaking wet as I try to nod and answer his rhetorical question with a blink.

  The thick spit from the back of my throat creates more lubrication as his hands fist in my hair and he pulls his dick from my mouth with a pop.

  I’m panting, taking in air like I’ve been drowning, as he releases one hand, grabs his cock and balls in a tight grip and pulls them upward, his gaze darkening as his lips pull tight over his white teeth.

  He owns me completely when he’s like this. I never quite understood the whole dominant or submissive or alpha thing until Mason, but right now I’m his student and I love how he schools me. Pleasing him is my muse.

  He smacks my warm cheeks with his rock-hard shaft a few times as I whimper, wondering with tight anticipation what’s coming next.

  “Get those fingers in your pussy,” he growls, as he kicks off his shoes, then drops his pants and boxers, leaving him wearing just his shirt, tie and jacket. He reaches down, gripping himself, drawing his balls and cock upward again. “Get down there, lick that spot behind my balls. Don't come up until I tell you to.”

  His voice is hard but it only makes me want him more. A heady growl drifts down as my fingers push aside the thin fabric of my thong and slip into my soaked opening as my mouth and tongue do as instructed.

  His balls rest against my temple, my head cocked to the side, feeling their warm heaviness as I discover this new special spot that has him rocking on his heels and groaning into the night.

  “Fucking good, baby. Straight A+ for you.”

  The hairs on his balls tickle my cheek as I lap and suck on the line of skin behind his scrotum and realize there is nothing I wouldn’t do to please him.

  I plunge my finger in and out of my drenched pussy, in and out, to the knuckle, then back over and over as my mouth works and my nose is pressed hard against the crease of his inner thigh. As I suck, I cock my neck to the side, giving him everything he’s asked me for and more.

  The grip on my hair tightens in his hand as he curses and praises me at the same time. It’s hard to believe how enthralled I am with him. My body is ready to explode as my fingers work between my legs, my own arousal spilling into my palm as I slip from my opening to my clit, spit spilling from my mouth, my tongue starting to ache as I lap and lick in the tight space where Mason has me positioned.

  “Good girl. That’s enough,” he says, just as my neck starts to ache from the angle and I come up with a breathy gasp, stars dancing in my eyes. “But you’re not done. You want my cum?”

  “Yes,” I mutter, nodding and trying to stay focused as my own pleasure builds, swiping the back of my hand over my spit-slick chin.

  “You want to take me down your throat, don’t you? You want me to fuck your dirty mouth just like I want?”

  I nod, opening my mouth, sticking my tongue out in invitation as I look up. His hands move to his jacket, peeling it off his arms, then he works off the tie and his shirt, until he’s naked, glorious, like a God standing over me. And I’m kneeling at his altar, praying for his gift.

  He rubs his chin, admiring me there on my knees as he steps forward. I reach for his cock, taking the base and aiming it toward my open mouth.

  “Greedy for me? I like that,” he rumbles as I stick out my tongue and the tip slides forward. “Remember to relax. Your throat is mine to fuck, but it’s your job to trust me and let me in.”

  I concentrate as he pushes forward, closing my lips around him, his hands resting on my head, guiding me.

  “Soft lips, soft tongue, soft throat, baby.” He eases in and out, letting me breathe, getting used to him at the back of my throat for a few seconds before he pulls back. “Good girl.”

  He fills my mouth and my throat as I close my eyes and squeeze my pussy, pulsing my inner muscles tight, which I find to my delight stems the feeling that I need to choke, so I go with it.

  When he presses forward, I clench my Kegels hard. He slips farther down, then back and farther yet. We settle into a rhythm as I make small, wet gurgling noises and his breathing speeds up.

  Before I know it, his hair is against my lips, I’ve taken him all the way in and my eyes water as spit spills down my chin, but I’m so proud.

  “Fuck, yes, baby. You did it. You took every inch like a good student.”

  Just as my throat starts to resist, he pulls back, a possessive gleam in his eyes as I wrap my lips around the tip and he pops it in and out then plunges deep, and each time it gets easier.

  I reach up and take his balls in my hands, massaging and caressing them, knowing inside is the prize I’m working toward. Mason must sense what I’m thinking as he lets out a low chuckle, and I look up to see lust and pride in his eyes.

  “Open wide, little flame. I’m going to give you what you want. You’ve taken your lesson very well. I’m close, baby, get ready…just keep that pace, I’m gonna blow down your tight throat…”

  I drop one hand between my legs, desperate for my own building tension to release as blood rushes through my ears and Mason’s grip on my head turns savage. He drives in and out of my mouth like a madman, taking what he wants, and I love it more than I can express.

  “Take it all, baby,” he roars into the night as the base of his cock pulses. I slide one hand up to grip his ass, digging my nails in, pulling him deeper.

  The first hot spray of his load fills my throat, the head of his enormous cock seeming to triple in size as he lets loose.

  I swallow, gagging around the bulbous head as it spasms, the savory, sexy flavor of him filling my mouth and throat.

  He face fucks me through his climax, even as mine takes me. Stars dance in my eyes. Drool and cum and snot mix together, streaming down onto my chest as I spill my own warm release into my hand. Tears burn my cheeks as my jaw muscles ache, and he pulls at my hair until we are both spent and panting, seagulls chirping above us as the breeze cools our sweat-covered skin and Mason reaches down for my hands.

  “You okay?” he asks as I let him ease me up to my feet. “You make it hard to keep my cool, little flame. You bring out the beast.”

  “I like your beast.”

  I smile as I stand, leaning against him, and he reaches over to wipe the mess from my chin.

  The wind picks up and the first few sprinkles of rain start to fall as thunder rumbles overhead.

  “Better get us back. It’s a school night.” He gives me a grin as he looks at his clothes scattered on the floor. “Get me dressed, little flame. Time to call it a night.”

  I nod, the idea of dressing him nothing I’d ever thought about before. But as I start, a feeling of reverence and warmth courses through me.

  When I’m done, he walks over and picks up my dress.

  “Arms up.”

  He holds it above my head and I do as he says. He pulls it down, zips me up and turns me toward him, pressing his warm lips to mine, holding me tight as he puts the boat into gear and we head back toward the light of the marina, leaving me wondering again if this is all just the most perfect dream, and at any moment I’m going to wake up.

  Chapter 7

  Mason

  Even though this house doesn’t really belong to me, with her in it, it feels like home.

  The night was more than perfect, and I want to let her know all the plans and dreams I have for us. I’m just not sure she’s ready. Not yet.

  But I am, I know I am.

  All the years of striving and attaining my goals feel like nothing compared to what I want with Jenny.

  A life, a family, dreams and laughter and lust. She’s everything I never knew I wanted but now that I have her, there’s no life without her. So soon, I’ll have her bound to me. Legally.

  But first, there’s a few things we have to sort out.

  Watching her walk around the bedroom in my t-shirt will never get old. When we got home, I made us both some tea and we had a quick shower. I ate her cute, soft pussy until she gave me a good hard orgasm, then I toweled her off and she asked permission if she could go check her phone.

  That made me feel like her king, and a sort of thunder rumbled through me as lightning flashed in the sky outside. I nodded, then she skipped off to grab her purse and check her phone.

  She’s digging through her bag as I come up behind her. It’s nearly impossible for me to be in the same space with her and not touch her somehow, so I brush her damp hair to the side and kiss her neck.

  “Dang, my phone died.” She pulls out her cord and plugs it into the wall over the dresser, then into her phone, and turns around, shooting me a smile. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

  “What’s that?”

  “You know. Us. I mean, three months ago, I was worried about my scholarship when thank goodness I found you. Now, I have the credits to graduate early with nearly a 4.0. I could just coast, take early graduation, but Almont Central is requiring me to complete the last semester or they won’t give me a full ride.”

  “You can go anywhere you want.”

  “What do you mean? I only got one full ride offer…I mean, okay, so Almont isn’t MIT or Yale or whatever, but it’s my only option right now.” She starts and I open my mouth to tell her I’ll pay for her to go wherever she wants, but at that moment her phone comes to life, dinging and pinging, and she reaches around to grab it.

  It starts ringing with an incoming call almost immediately, and her eyes go wide. She holds up a finger for me to be quiet as she answers.

  “Hi, Mom.” She gives me a tight smile and I see the tension growing in her face. She tucks a long red wave of her hair behind her ear as she nods, listening, then answers. “Yeah, sorry my phone died…” More silence, then, “Okay, so I guess it’s going well…”

  She goes quiet again, and the tension on her face turns to darkness. She pinches the bridge of her nose and turns away. I’m not having whatever this is. Her mother may not be evil, but she’s been on the verge of neglectful from what I’ve seen and what Jenny’s told me so far. I touch the speaker button on the phone screen, putting it down on the dresser and turning her back around to face me as her mother’s voice fills the bedroom.

  Jenny’s eyes connect to mine and the joy that was there just a moment ago has all but drained away.

  “Doctor Morrison, mean Ronald, is going to get us a place here in Vegas! He’s opening a new practice and he’s going to rent us a house and move us here so I can be here for him whenever he comes to town! Isn’t that great?” Her mother’s excited voice makes my chest go tight. “So, I need you to start packing, sweetie. You’re good at it by now, right? This is our ticket, baby. I know you’ll have to change schools again, but it will all work out, I promise. Just get the boxes out of the garage and try to get as much as you can packed. I’ll call you in sick to school this week, so when the movers get there Friday, I’ll do the paperwork to get you transferred and we can be on our way! Isn’t that great?”

  Jenny stares at me with a blank stare, not answering.

  “Jenny? Are you there? Aren’t you excited?”

  Her hands come up to cover her mouth and her eyes glaze. “Sure, Mom. That’s great.” Her muffled answer brings a little giggle from the phone.

  “Okay! I have to go. Ronald is going to pick me up any second. Get to packing for us, okay?”

  Fuck no, she’s not going to get to packing, she’s not going anywhere. But before I can interject, her mother clicks off, leaving me clenching my jaw and trying not to punch the wall.

  How fucking selfish.

  Jenny is in her last months of high school, she’s already told me she’s been to eleven schools in her life and this bitch wants to rip her away again just so she can live as some kept woman for a married man?

  Not on my watch.

  “Baby, you’re not going there,” I hiss, trying to stay calm for Jenny’s sake as her hands start to shake, fluttering to her cheeks.

 

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