His Pawn (The Manhattan Tales Book 1) Read online

  The knot had returned to his jaw, and his fingers gripped the edge of the desk as though he was struggling to maintain his own self-control.

  “Do you wish to refer to yourself as a prostitute?”

  “No.” My response was passionate.

  “Then don’t.” He answered smoothly, slightly terse. “The contract still stands. I pay the fees. You give your body to me, and only me, for three months.”

  I had so many questions, so many thoughts and emotions jumbled into one big mess within my head.

  At that moment, my phone rang, and I was desperate for something else to focus on, something to distract myself from the the intense aura surrounding him. I pulled my phone from my purse, thinking it might be Elyse calling me from Florida. Instead, I saw that my brother was calling me.

  I clutched my phone in both hands as the call went to voice mail. I couldn’t speak to Travis at a time like this, not in front of Mason. A moment later, my phone chimed with an incoming text message. I looked at my phone, still feeling Mason’s intense gaze boring down on me. I felt both aroused and intimidated.

  Travis: San Fran was great. We made the deal. I’ll be in NY for 2 days in March .

  I read the text message and bit my lower lip as I keyed an answer back:

  Yeah! Sorry I’m in a meeting but can’t wait to see you! :)

  My phone instantly chimed again with another message from Travis.

  “Who the hell are you talking to?” Mason finally asked.

  “It’s not important.” I answered. He arched an eyebrow at me and I sighed. “It’s Travis.”

  Mason’s nostrils actually flared and an unreadable mask spread over his face. I felt overwhelmed… I needed to get away from Mason to just think.

  “I need to use the bathroom,” I said softly. Without a word, he pointed toward a closed door in the far corner of the office, toward his private bathroom. As I gathered my bag, I could sense him round his desk and turn his back to me as he stared through the glass at the expansive view of Manhattan.

  Quickly, I walked across the marbled floor toward the bathroom. There, I locked the door and let out a deep breath. I realized then that I was barely breathing until that moment. I leaned against the door and closed my eyes, feeling somewhat comforted by the enclosed, private space with a locked door.

  I thought about his proposal and the conditions that applied to it. Could I really do this? It’s only three months… and then you’ll have zero student debt. You’ll be able to graduate on time and get the job you want. Maybe even go to graduate school sooner rather than later.

  Then my mind drifted toward darker fantasies- fantasies I had ignored since I was eighteen or nineteen years old. Back then, my adoration for Mason had turned into a full-fledged crush on him. The crush was always one sided. Mason is ten years older than me and I was just a kid to him.

  I’m not a kid anymore. I’m nearly 23. After all these years, I could feel him in bed. I was practically panting at the thought of his hard body pressed against mine, taking me. I nibbled on my lower lip as I thought about the positives and the negatives of this contract.

  If he’d been any other man, I would have run for the hills… but it’s Mason. Regardless of what he’d said about public relations and business reputation, he’d done so much for my family. He cared. He saved me, more than once, from my own teenage drama.

  My mind drifted back to better times when he was still friends with my brother, when he was always at my family’s apartment, when he took me to the eyeglass boutique to get new frames… I inhaled and exhaled again deeply. He was a different Mason back then. He could be rough around the edges sometimes but he was generous and kind without the need for PR. He was genuine; he still had a need for control even back then, but there was no tension in the air surrounding him. Something happened to harden his heart, and whatever it was, it had to do with my brother…

  Blindly, I went to the sink and splashed cold water on my red hot cheeks. I stared into the drain as I contemplated how I could possibly please a man sexually who admitted he was a difficult man to please.

  How do I tell him that I have zero sexual experience with any man? I could not possibly give him what he wants. And why me? It made absolutely no sense why an enigmatic businessman with control issues, who comes from very old wealth, would want a boring nobody from Brooklyn who has no sexual experience… The reality of this situation made no sense to me.

  You’re overthinking all of this. You want him. Let him help you, the thoughts came to my mind. You’re beautiful and I want to fuck that little body of yours into next week… heat pooled between my thighs as I remembered his dirty words to me. After splashing more cold water onto my cheeks, I stared at my reflection in the mirror.

  I can do this, I thought to myself. I want to give myself to him. I’ll get the real Mason back. It was then that I noticed the medicine cabinet was opened just enough to expose a box of… is that what I think it is? I opened the cabinet door more to get a better look and my eyes rounded when I saw the large box of latex condoms sitting there. It was already opened. A streak of something white-hot coursed through my veins as I pulled out the box and looked through it. The box was half-used. I shoved the box back into the cabinet and closed the door. After taking several more minutes to compose myself, I finally exited the bathroom and returned to his office.

  Every ounce of composure I gathered inside the bathroom left me as soon as I stepped foot into his office again. Mason stood, leaning against the wall adjacent to the bathroom door. He’d removed his black suit jacket, and was wearing a crisp white button down. His tie had been removed. I could see the definition of his biceps and his hardened abs through his shirt.

  He stared down at me hungrily as he prowled toward me. My eyes widened for a split second as he came closer, and in response, I took a few steps back, until I felt my back against the wall. My breathing quickened as his body now pressed against mine, pinning me to the wall. I couldn’t escape- not that I wanted to.

  His gaze alone entranced me, and left my insides smoldering. The scent of him clouded my senses as the heat of his body overtook me. The lace underneath my pencil skirt was officially wet. For those few seconds, as anticipation increased, I gazed up into his light brown eyes. There was a darkness in those eyes. Lust. If words weren’t going to convince me to accept his terms, then he was going to show me. I knew this, but I didn’t care. His arms wrapped around me, the strength of his body overpowering me. His lips crashed down on mine, and I savored his taste.

  His lips enveloped mine while both of his hands flattened against the wall, not allowing me to move. His kiss was heated, expert, and passionate, yet tender. I felt a force stronger than any magnetic pull as he consumed me. Words can’t begin to describe how he’d captivated me, and I wondered if he felt the same pulse between us.

  He nibbled on my lower lip gently as his hands slid down my body. His tongue tenderly slipped between my lips, silently demanding that I part for him. I opened my mouth for him, and welcomed his tongue as it caressed the inside of my mouth. I ran my hands up and down his back and it only encouraged him to ravish me even more.

  I’d kissed two guys in my life before Mason, and I’d never felt such sensations from a kiss before. This was more than a kiss. This was indescribable. My body careened with desire against his. With his mouth still possessing mine, he took my hand and placed it on the bulge of his pants.

  “Feel what you do to me,” his voice was raw in my ear. My heart was rampant as I felt the large, tented bulge in my hand. Solid and rock hard, for me. I stopped breathing for a second.

  Before I knew what was happening, he’d bunched my skirt around my waist and pressed his knee between my legs to hold me in place. His hands reached around my backside, gripped me, and he lifted me up as though I weighed no more than a feather.

  “Wrap your legs around me, sweetness.” he whispered in my ear before returning his lips to mine. Immediately, I wrapped my legs around him and kisse
d him with lustful intensity as he carried me to the oversized white leather sofa situated on the other side of his office.

  He sat down, leading me to straddle his lap. I felt the thick hardness beneath his black pants. A soft moan escaped my lips as his hardness pressed against my wet lace, rubbing me right… there. Ah! I lightly rubbed myself on his tented shaft and it caused me to ache with need. Based on what I was feeling beneath me, he was too big to fit inside me. His lips finally left mine and he trailed licks and kisses down my neck as his fingers slipped beneath my lace panties.

  He grunted as he felt how damp my panties were. His thumb and forefinger rubbed my clit, soft at first, and then he quickly adopted a rougher tempo as he rubbed me and flicked me, making me so wet and swollen. I’d never experienced such aching desire as I did with this man.

  “Oh Jill. You’re soaked for me,” he whispered into my ear. I moaned softly at his touch.

  “You need to be fucked. Hard. You have no idea what I have planned for this sweet little body.”

  His thumb and forefinger massaged my bud, and then he slipped a finger into my heat. I let out a breathy moan into his ear, and it only encouraged him. Then he slipped a second finger into me. I buried my face in his neck and moaned from the pleasurable pressure he applied to me down there. I felt him grow and harden beneath his pants.

  “You’re so tight,” he said between kisses down my neck. His fingers moved in and out of me rapidly and I mewled in his ear.

  “When’s the last time you were fucked good and hard?”

  I stilled, frozen in place.

  “You have been with a man before, yes?” He asked, sounding a little more rigid now from my silence.

  “No…” I whispered, and he retracted his fingers in response to my answer. I gave a soft whimper of objection. “I didn’t plan to wait this long, it just… happened. School and work got hectic.”

  “Shit…” He whispered, seeming to say it more to himself than to me. “I’m sorry.”

  “That’s a deal breaker, isn’t it?” I asked, still straddling his lap.

  He thought silently, contemplating my question, but he didn’t answer me. Again, he was impossible to read. I expected him to push me off his lap at any second.

  “Why do you have a box of condoms in your bathroom cabinet?” I blurted the question before he could say anything.

  He looked at me and smirked slightly. “I enjoy sex.”

  “So you’re just looking for a cheap toy to use at the office?” I asked.

  “No. My last assistant would bring me coffee, and I would fuck her. It was a consensual thing between us. I was under the assumption that there would be no strings attached. I didn’t realize she was a loon and quickly developed stalker tendencies. I had to file a restraining order and I replaced her position with a much older, less attractive woman.”

  I stared at his face as he spoke, and he could see the worry in my eyes.

  “If you are still willing to sign my contract, I will gladly continue with this.” his lips lightly brushed along the nape of my neck as his fingers lightly teased my wet heat. I nearly faltered in my thought process.

  “Yes, but I want something added into the contract.” I breathed.

  “That depends what it is?” He asked warily.

  “You said my body will be for you and only you the next three months. You can’t be with another during this contract period either.” I looked him square in the eyes.

  He didn’t even hesitate. “Done.”

  He instantly plunged two fingers back into my slick folds, and immediately began fingering me. I gasped and threw my head back as his fingers picked up the pace.

  “Look at me.” he commanded, and with his free hand, he forced my head upright.

  My eyes focused on his. His gaze on me flared with such intensity as his pace became rough. I gasped and moaned, feeling a build-up of overwhelming sensations.

  “Oh Mason, please…” I cried out, and he pressed a hand over my mouth.

  “Shhh, sweet thing. This office isn’t soundproof.” He kept his hand over my mouth. My cries were now muffled as I looked into his eyes.

  “I want your pleasure. Give it to me.”

  His pace became furious, slipping a third finger into me and within seconds, I felt myself explode all over his fingers.

  “That’s it, baby,” he coaxed in a whisper.

  He continued finger fucking me through my orgasm and slowed as my stifled moans died down to gasps. His lips pressed against mine, even as I was still breathless from an orgasm that no vibrator was ever able to give me.

  Once my breathing had quieted a little, he looked into my eyes, assessing me quietly. He seemed hesitant about the next step.

  “I’d give myself to you freely,” I said quietly. “I will now, no contract.”

  His lips quirked into a slight smile, but it was the faintest of smiles before his expression became very serious.

  “Don’t get attached to me.”

  I said nothing. I knew I was playing with fire, but my desire had consumed me. The stone mask he’d worn earlier was now replaced with a look of tenderness as he repositioned the both of us in one swift movement. He lay on top of me on the large sofa and kissed me softly on the lips before he trailed his mouth down my neck. My hands moved to his pants, eager to unfasten him and see his length, but he instead took my wrists in one grip. His light brown eyes looked into mine.

  “I don’t want you to worry about a thing.”

  His voice was raspy with need. Then I heard the zipper of his pants and he repositioned himself on me. I couldn’t see his length, but I felt it pressed against my inner thigh. I let out a deep breath, realizing how nervous I truly was.

  He grabbed a condom from the pocket of his pants and tore the foil. Suddenly I remembered something.

  “Is that latex?” I asked.

  “Yes, why?” He asked.

  “I’m allergic to latex.” I answered.

  “Why didn’t you say anything before?” He asked, all tenderness gone from his voice. He was clearly irritated with me.

  “I just remembered that time when I was in tenth grade when I had a really bad allergic reaction to the latex gloves in biology lab.”

  “Right. I had to pick you up from school and drive you to the ER.”

  “Do you have non-latex condoms?” I asked.

  “No,” he answered, annoyed.

  “Being a virgin, I guess you’re not on the pill.”

  “Actually, I am.” I responded. I didn’t feel the need to explain that the pill was supposed to help regulate my cycles.

  “Thank fuck,” he said, tossing the condom to the floor. “I’m clean, and I hate using those things.”

  He returned to his position over me and I wrapped my arms around him tenderly as our lips met. This time, I gently slid my tongue into his mouth and caressed his tongue with my own

  “I will enjoy these breasts tonight.” he said as he trailed kisses along my collarbone.

  “Enjoy them now.” I prompted with a smile.

  “All good things in time, Ms. Pryor.”

  He gave a soft tease as he sensuously ran his hands up and down my inner thighs. Then he moved down, repositioning himself so his face was level with my heated arousal.

  “Mmm, red lace. Did you come here with motives, Ms. Pryor?” I was graced with a teasing grin and it made me blush.

  “Yes, Mr. Woodward, motives, wishful thinking, and coffee.”

  I giggled as she tickled a sensitive spot on my inner thighs while he pulled my panties down my legs and finally tossed them on the floor.

  “Do you know what I would do if we were at home, rather than the office?” He asked in a velvety smooth voice.

  “What would you do?” I asked huskily as he repositioned over me again.

  “I’d rip every piece of clothing from your body, and pull those sexy panties down your delicious ass with my teeth. Then I would bind your wrists and ankles to the bed.”

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sp; His body was pressed against mine again and the tip of his cock was poking at my warm and slick entrance. He smoothed a few stray hairs from my face and looked down on my face. There was a genuine tenderness about him that I had not seen for many years, and certainly never like this.

  “You can have me any way you like,” I replied breathily, consumed by thick, heated desire. How long have I wanted this? With Mason? My heart nearly jumped out of my chest with each heavy thump.

  “Are you positive? Are you sure you want it like this?” He asked with a faint trace of warning in his eyes, but I ignored such warning.

  “Yes, with you,” I answered softly. “Please, just-”

  The intercom from Mason’s office phone beeped.

  “My apologies, Mr. Woodward, but your four o’clock appointment is here.”

  “I’m still busy with Ms. Pryor.” Mason growled.

  “Mr. Woodward, I must insist-”

  “Cancel it.” Mason snapped.

  “Very well, Mr. Woodward.”

  “Now, where were we?” Mason returned his attention to me while I was still spread out on the white leather.

  I smiled and spread my legs for him as best I could, reminding him that I had no panties.

  “Oh yes, I am reminded, Ms. Pryor.” He gave a wolfish grin with his hardened, thick length pressed against my opening.

  He nibbled my lower lip before he passionately kissed me.

  “Are you ready?” He asked. His voice was laced with heated lust.

  “Yes.” I breathed my answer.

  I wanted him inside me. I spent too much time wondering what this would feel like, with him.

  Without further hesitation, he shoved his thick length into me. I gasped and bit down on my lower lip as a tearing feeling erupted deep within my slick folds. It felt like a paper cut… then the pain subsided after several minutes. I whimpered, feeling him drive to the hilt, pull out, and then plunge deep inside again.