All Chapters of One Night Stand With The Unforgettable Stranger: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Lisa nervously followed Mason into his apartment. He’d been upset with her when he’d come to pick her up, but now it had changed to something different, something darker. Not anger, not with Mason, but definitely more intense and it excited her. She’d never been with someone who demanded so much of her mental capacity; it was heady, like a drug, whenever she was around him. His total control over her unleashed something within her that was addictive. Even as her mind told her that being submissive was not politically correct and that the days of women bowing to men were long past, she couldn’t help the anticipation she felt at him requiring her to do just that. As soon as they were in his apartment, he had her. He pushed her up against the door, bracing her hands with his large ones, grasping her wrists, and holding them against the door. He kissed her, his mouth was hot and demanding and she felt herself melt into it. He stole her conscious thoughts as he licked into her mouth,

He spun her around and placed her hands on the wall, spread above her head. “Don’t move your hands from here, poppet,” he growled into her ear, loving the shiver it produced. “Yes, Sir,” she managed to say, her voice breathy and soft. He dragged his hands down her arms, across her shoulders, down over her shoulder blades, and then around across her ribs to cup her heavy breasts. He felt the weight of them in his hands and ground his cock against the cleft of her arse. She pushed back against him and he pinched her nipples hard, in reward and warning for her not to move. She groaned deep and long, the sound filling the shower and further stroking his ego. He pressed his chest against her back and bent down to bite her ear lobe. “Do you know that our showers share this wall?” he breathed into her ear, relishing her trembling body as he continued to play with her breasts. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “Do you think of me when you shower, poppet? Do you imagine

He nuzzled the crease of her thigh with his nose and then kissed her skin, but it wasn’t where she wanted his mouth. She wanted to thrust her hips against his face and force him to lick her, but she kept still, although she shook with the effort. His fingers traced across the skin of her thighs and hips and across the low part of her belly, across the top of her mound and she shivered with the effort to keep still. He kissed her just above her slit and she growled in the back of her throat with the effort to not move. He chuckled before dragging his tongue across her clit in a long, lush stroke that had her hips jumping from the bed despite her attempts to keep still. His hands gripped her and held her down as he licked her again and then he sucked her clit into his mouth and she cried out, her body tightening and white flashing behind her closed eyelids. Her body trembled with her release, but Mason kept up his open-mouthed kisses, sending her over again and again until her body

He couldn’t think of her as his mother, although she had given birth to him. Mother didn’t do what she had done and he refused to give her the respect of the title. Mothers were supposed to be nurturing and loving, not drunks who caused untold chaos at every turn. He felt his body tighten at the memories and his mood blackened. Why was he thinking about her now? Why was he allowing the horrors of his childhood to intrude on this quiet moment with a woman who had the potential to make even him forget what had happened to him? He forced the black thoughts away, nuzzling her neck, kissing the soft skin as he plucked at her nipple. He felt her shift, felt her squirm against him and he rolled her over onto her back. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled softly at him, causing his heart to squeeze. He ducked his head, sucking a nipple into his mouth. She arched her back in offering and he reached for her wrists, securing them above her head. He had the perfect solution for chasin

He usually waited until she was passed out before he would try and find food. The neighbors often left him plates of food by their garbage bins, wrapped up in plastic wrap to ward off the rodents and insects. It was an open secret that his mother neglected him and yet no one did anything about it. The first strike of the belt across his already abused back made him jolt, but he managed to keep from crying out. She loved it when he cried and yelled and she especially loved his tears. He was determined not to give them to her, not tonight. Today was his birthday, he was nine and he was going to prove to her that being nine meant she could no longer hurt him. The belt struck again, more forcefully this time, and the buckle bit into his skin. Fire raced over his body as the pain lanced through him. He bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut willing himself to another place, a place where he had a normal mother and where his father didn’t always have to go away, and a place where