The Lesson (4 page)

Bianca couldn’t stop the sounds coming out
of her mouth, and her hips rocked unbidden as she mewed her
delight.

Mason added another finger, and he pushed in
and out, harder and harder as his tongue worked her clitoris.
Sensations built inside Bianca, taking her higher and higher until
she felt as if she would come crashing down in a wonderful and
terrible crescendo of pleasure.

And then his hand was gone, and the ache
inside her seemed to blossom until her entire body thrummed with
need.

“I can’t wait any longer,” she heard Mason
whisper.

“Please,” she begged. “I want to see you.
Please let me see you.”

And then the blindfold was gone, and
she was able to stare up at him. She gaped, taking in every hard
plane of his glorious body, until her eyes came to his proud shaft.
Her mouth fell open. It was
huge
. Magnificent. How would he ever fit it
inside her?

Mason groaned. “I wouldn’t be opening your
mouth like that and teasing me with your tongue,” he warned her,
and she realized she’d been running her tongue along her bottom
lip. “When you do that, all I can think about is your sweet lips
wrapped around my cock.”

She gasped and her eyes flew to his. He
gazed back steadily and she knew he wasn’t joking. Her eyes dropped
back to his thick rod as she tried to imagine taking all of him in
her mouth. Something about the image excited her and she licked her
lips again.

Mason groaned again, and grabbed a small
foil package from the nightstand. Tearing it open, he extracted a
condom and began to roll it down his length.

Bianca’s excitement emboldened her as she
watched. “You know,” she whispered, “if I wasn’t tied up like this
I could have done that for you.”

Mason inhaled sharply, the air hissing
between his teeth. “Shit!” he growled. “You fucking tease.” He
knelt between her legs, his cock at her entrance and his eyes met
hers. “Are you ready?” he asked.

She nodded.

Mason teased the opening of her wetness with
the tip of his manhood for just a moment before he plunged into
her, filling her pulsing depths.

“Oh!” she cried out, her head falling back
as her body stretched to accept him. He filled her and she wondered
if she could take all of him. The sensations were a strange amalgam
of pain and desire.

Mason stopped. “What the fuck?” he swore.
“Bianca, look at me.”

The sensations coursing through her took a
moment to subside before she was able to meet his gaze.

“Bianca,” he asked gently, “you haven’t done
this before, have you?”

She stared at him a moment before shaking
her head.

“Dear God,” he shook his head. “Why would
you let me- I mean, if you’ve never-“

“I never wanted to before,” she
offered, her eyes wide as she stared up at him.
Please don’t stop,
she begged
silently.

His own eyes widened as he stared down at
her. “You never wanted to before? And you pick me? Why the hell
would you pick someone like me?”

Bianca felt her face turn red and she
shook her head a little. “I don’t know,” she told him honestly.
“But there’s something special about you, I know it.” She smiled
shyly at him. “You seem so … sad. You pretend to be callous, but
deep down, you need someone,
want
someone like me as much as I want
you
. You think you’re bad, but you’re not.
You’re beautiful and you don’t even know it.”

Something in his eyes softened, and Bianca
felt herself falling.

She undulated her hips and stared up at him.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded and licked her lips.

He shuddered and swore. “Fuck, Bianca. You
asked for it, but you have to tell me if I hurt you.” His eyes met
hers. “The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”

He pulled back, and then plunged into her
again. Over and over he thrust into her, until Bianca screamed with
pleasure.

“So good,” he wheezed. “So good, so tight.
So goddamn tight, Bianca.”

He grabbed her legs and hauled them over his
shoulders, setting her ass on his lap as he set a brutal pace,
sending Bianca into the stratosphere.

Her breath came in small, hitching mewls and
she pulled at the scarves holding her captive.

“You. Have. The. Sweetest. Pussy.” Mason
hammered into her, punctuating each word with a savage thrust.

Bianca threw her head back. “Don’t stop,”
she almost sobbed. “Please don’t stop.”

Mason growled with pleasure as he stopped in
defiance of her need.

“Please,” she begged.

He reached up and untied her hands. “I want
more,” he told her. “I want to feel your hands on me.” He reached
up and held her chin in his hand, making sure she met his gaze.
“I’ve never cared about a woman touching me,” he told her. “The
only thing I’ve ever cared about was fucking.”

She nodded, wondering what he was trying to
tell her, and then her hands were free and he was lifting her onto
his lap, guiding her to wrap her legs around his waist. She wound
her arms around his neck, snaking her fingers through his hair as
he pushed into her again.

Her lips grazed the sensitive skin behind
his ear as he pushed into her again, grinding into. Her fingers
raked across his back, and he arched into her, again and again.

“Come for me, sweet Bianca,” he begged. “I
can’t last much longer.”

The pressure swelled inside her, higher and
higher, and as Mason thrust into her again, she shattered.

“Mason!” she screamed, and his cries mixed
with her own as he fell with her.

“Oh, god, Bianca,” he uttered hoarsely, and
she felt him spasm inside her. He breathed heavily for a moment
before he wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her
shoulder. His breathing came hot and heavy, matching her own.

“That was …” he trailed off, still overcome
with sensation.

“Amazing,” Bianca finished for him, letting
her head fall back dreamily, satisfaction seeping into every pore
of her body. He gently laid her back on the bed and wrapped his
body around hers. She listened as his breathing subsided.

A perfect first
time
, Bianca thought as she drifted off on a cloud of
bliss.

CHAPTER FIVE

Bianca woke later, disoriented as she
opened her eyes.
Where am I?
she thought, but after a moment a wonderful soreness reminded
her.

She smiled as she remembered.
Mason,
she thought, looking around
the room. Pulling the thin top sheet off the mussed bed, she
wrapped it around herself and went in search of him.

She found him in the kitchen, setting up
dinner at the kitchen bar, a pair of loose shorts riding low on his
hips, exposing his taut abs. He smiled slightly when she came in
the room.

“Hello,” he greeted her.

She shivered a little as his husky, sexy
voice slid over her. “Hi,” she answered shyly.

“You ready to try some of that sushi?” he
asked. She looked at the food on the counter and was amazed by the
variety of colors.

Bianca nodded and climbed into one of the
chairs.

He sat next to her and as they ate, he
explained each dish to her.

“Sashimi is raw fish, no rice or any other
accompaniment. My favorite is the salmon. It has a sensual, almost
buttery flavor,” he told her with hooded eyes as he deftly plucked
a piece from the plate with chopsticks and lifted it to her
mouth.

She realized he was trying to tempt her and
decided two could play the same game. She let the cool piece of
fish slide in between her lips before she bit down on it, chewing
slowly. “Mmmm,” she moaned and closed her eyes. She let the flavors
dance on her tongue for a while before she finally swallowed and
opened her eyes to gaze at him. “Delicious,” she told him as she
grazed her bottom lip with her tongue.

His eyes narrowed. “I know what you’re
doing,” he whispered.

She widened her eyes in a display of
innocence. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. What’s this one
here? It’s a roll of some kind, right?”

He turned to the plate, plucking the roll up
and offering it to her. “Do you like it?” he asked as he pressed it
against her lips.

She arched an eyebrow. “Mm-hmm,” she
answered as she took the roll in her mouth.

“If you’ve never been with a man before, how
are you so fucking sexy?” he hissed.

“
Am I?” She shrugged lightly. “I
didn’t know you had to have sex to be sexy. Or,” she suggested.
“Maybe it’s you. Maybe you bring it out in me.”

He stared at her. “You’re a tease, you know
that?” he told her with wonder.

She smiled sweetly and his hands shot out
and grabbed her. She squealed as he shoved their plates aside and
bent her over the counter.

“Grab the edge,” he ordered.

She complied and he ripped away the sheet,
the cold granite of the counter top chilling her skin. Her nipples
puckered from the cold and she shuddered from the cold and
excitement.

“Bianca,” he breathed as he ran his fingers
down her back to her buttocks. He massaged each creamy orb. “You
have such a sweet ass,” he told her.

She wriggled it deliberately.

He responded by smacking her butt. Hard. She
squealed in shock and he bent over and whispered in her ear. “Hold
still.”

She smiled to herself. She had no experience
with trying to tempt a man, but she found she enjoyed it. It seemed
she was quite good at it.

Mason’s hand dipped between her legs to find
her soft core.

“Sweet girl,” he groaned. “How can you be
ready so soon?”

She couldn’t resist grinding into his hand.
“Perhaps it was the sushi,” she suggested. “It was awfully
good.”

He chuckled and smacked her ass again,
this time harder and she jumped, and then quivered with excitement.
“Baby, you were made for this. Made for
me
,” he told her.

She heard him shuffle a little behind her, a
tearing noise, and a moment later she felt his hot manhood between
her legs. She moaned in anticipation.

“I’m going to take you hard and fast,” he
murmured. “Right here, right now. Don’t let go of the counter or
I’ll spank that ass until it glows.”

Bianca wondered if her legs would hold her,
they shook so much from excitement, but she complied.

Mason thrust hard and fast, impaling himself
in her moist depths.

Bianca gripped the counter as hard as she
could as he pummeled her from behind. She cried out as she took it,
pushing back against him, begging him for more with her body.

“You are so hot,” he gritted as he slammed
into her.

“Mason!” she cried.

“Yes, baby,” he answered, gripping her hips
as he pulled her down on his steel-like cock, plunging in and out
of her throbbing core.

Pleasure overwhelmed her as he slammed into
her again, and Bianca let go of the counter as she cried out.

“What did I tell you?” Mason growled. His
hand came down upon her buttocks.

Bianca yelped, her skin stinging from his
hand. She didn’t understand how the slightly painful sensation
could fill her with such a carnal desire.

Mason smacked her already rosy cheeks again.
“I. Thought. I. Told. You. To. Not. Let. Go,” he gritted through
his teeth, punctuating each word with a hard thrust and another
slap on her ass.

The sound that erupted from Bianca’s mouth
was almost a scream and she reached up and found the edge of the
counter, gripping it as hard as she could. “Mason,” she moaned.
“Please don’t stop.”

“Bianca,” he gasped, filling her with his
girth, pounding in and out. “I’m coming. I can’t stop it!”

Bianca exploded at his words, her back
arched and she cried out his name again. “Mason!”

He slammed into her a couple more times, and
then stilled as he found completion. “Oh, baby,” he shuddered,
pulling her off the counter and close to him. Her backside pressed
against his chest, and Bianca thought her skin would catch fire
from the contact.

She sighed, and wilted in his arms.

Mason nuzzled her now mussed curls, lightly
kissing her temple. “What are you doing to me?” he whispered.

“The same thing you’re doing to me, I
think,” she whispered back.

After a moment, Mason pulled away and leaned
down to pick up his shorts and the sheet pooled at their feet. He
wrapped the sheet around her.

His eyes were tender as he gazed down at
her, yet she sensed the worry behind them.

“What’s wrong?” she asked softly.

He shook his head. “Nothing.”

Bianca frowned. “You’re not being
truthful.”

He shook his head again. “How can you know
that? You barely know me.”

“I just do,” she answered, capturing his
caramel gaze. A new thought occurred and she blurted it out before
she could stop herself. “Are you sorry you brought me here?”

“Oh god, no,” he shuddered. “Bianca, you’re
like a dream.” His hand tore through his hair and he turned away
from her, pacing the room. “How can I make you understand?”

This is all it can ever
be,
the voice inside her piped up.
You’re so naïve, he’s afraid to tell you that he only wanted
you for a one night stand.

That’s not true,
Bianca argued, but deep down, she wondered.

It’s one hundred percent
the truth,
the voice mocked.
You just don’t want to be another notch on his
bedpost.

Shut up!
She
screamed at the voice, and shook her head a little in a futile
attempt to dispel it once and for all.