CHAPTER 09_CAUGHT

CHRISTIANA POV

I know I wanted to see Mason again, but not like this.

The betrayal silently hit me as I hurriedly made my way to exit the ballroom. I hope that he followed me.

I quickened my steps and swiftly entered into one of the rooms. Hiding by the door. Hoping that he was going to show up.

Thank Goodness, I heard footsteps coming in. I peered and it was him. Mason.

When he got closer to where I stood, I yanked him over into the dimly lit room I was hiding.

“Mason” I called. Shock was written all over his face.

We stood face to face in silence, our eyes locked in surprise.

“What are you doing here?” I demanded, trying to process the unexpected encounter.

“You’re Natalie’s cousin? He asked, almost at the same time as me.

Our questions hung in the air. My eyes flashed with anger. “What! Does it matter?” I inquired.

“It matters” he snatched my arms. “Natalie’s my girlfriend and you’re not going to ever mention our encounter to her.”

I yanked my arms away. ”And if I do? She’d be pleased to hear that you denied her"

His face laced with worry, as he moved his head in restlessness.

I continued “or no! Maybe I should tell her how you graced my bed and promised to never let me go.”

"Does she even know what you do?" A massage therapist? Encountering different women?

“I’m also a web designer” he snapped. His defense, trying to get in the way.

I laughed, and he grabbed my arm tightly with seriousness laced all over his face.

In a swift motion, he pinned me against the wall.

“If you aren't quiet, then I should make you!”

“Mason….” I called, my voice slowly fading away. He was a few inches away from me.

"Shh…" he shushed me. “You look like you would taste like heaven” he added, his eyes hungrily savaging through my dress.

My dress was a low-line neck, almost revealing all of my breast. The long slit revealed my perfect thighs, accentuating my curves as the fabric hugged my skin.

Creating little or no room underneath. Before I could say jack, he grabbed the hem of my dress, ripping the fabric to expose my skin.

I gasped. My whisper dissolving into thin air

“Mason” I breathed.

“F*ck!” He cursed, the moment he touched my soaked panties.

“Your body beckons me” he whispered, his voice husky.

“Mason… someone might…. I whispered, my voice trailing off.

My gaze locked on him, as he sucked his lower lips, gentling, rubbing my clit through my panties.

My body shivered in response, and I knew he had me where he wanted. As previously.

He lifted my left leg, his touch becoming more insistent as he continued rubbing my clitoris. This time, faster and harder.

I couldn’t contain my moans, as they filled the room.

“If you don’t want to be caught, keep it down” he advised, as he continued to tease me.

My lower abdomen tightened into a knot, as I could feel the passion rising within my body.

“Tell me, what do you want?” He inquired, whispering into my ears.

My hands gripped the walls, but I couldn’t get a good hold of them. I tilted my head to the side, releasing all of my body towards him.

“Just…less… torture” I managed to say, pleading, unable to compose a full sentence amiss pleasure.

He smiled. “Do you want me to stop?”

Stop. I’m sure he knew the answer to that question. I wanted him. With every fiber in me.

I shook my head in disapproval, urging him to go on.

He gently moved my panties to the side, sliding his fingers in. My walls danced in jubilation.

I gasped, breathing heavily.

“More, beg for more” he demanded, as he began to thrust deeper into me.

Soon his words changed.

“Beg me to stop!” He ordered.

I tried to find the words, but my voice cut in my throat. My mind raced, torn between surrender and resistance.

I managed a barely audible whisper, “Plea…sss….”

“Say it!” he growled, his eyes burning with intensity. “Tell me to stop.”

My chest felt like it could explode any time soon. Tension was building rapidly. I wanted him. I couldn’t deny the craving that had consumed me since that unforgettable day. He had become my every waking thought, my new fantasy.

He was seeking my approval to stop, but his expression revealed his reluctance to halt. I could see the slight worry on his face, a silent acknowledgment of the path we were stepping on, yet pleasure blinded him insanely.

As he expertly explored my depths, I moaned loudly, losing all sense of my surroundings.

His eyes peered deep into my soul, then he gradually slowed down his pace. His eyes still locked on me. He withdrew his fingers and I gasped, hoping my legs wouldn’t fail me soon. They were trembling like they were on the brink of collapsing.

He brought his fingers to his lips, his eyes never leaving mine, and sucked on them with deliberate slowness.

Transfixed. I watched.

Suddenly, his lips crashed into mine, in a fierce, all-consuming way.

He tasted heavenly. Oh no, that was me.

My passion took over. I grabbed his face, my fingers rummaging through his hair, as I swirled my tongue deeply inside his mouth.

Desperate for freedom.

I just couldn’t satiate my hunger for him. Moans filled the air as we both caressed ourselves roughly.

He lifted my left leg once again, exposing my panties, his hands trailing the curves of my thigh.

"I want to taste all of you, I can’t wait anymore," he whispered urgently. “Stay calm.”

That was all I heard, followed by ripping sounds.

And I knew he had torn my panties apart, but I was too engrossed to be worried right now.

He dropped to his knees and I couldn’t help but wonder what his intentions were.

But before I could ponder, his husky whisper interrupted my thoughts.

“Damn, Christy, you’re so f**king beautiful”

I gazed down at him, felt his hot breath a few inches away from my dripping pussy. He was lost, staring at God's creation.