Page 130 of The Young & the Sinner

I couldn’t hide my response to those words then, and Mason knew it. His smile was downright wicked when he said, “You like it when I call you a good girl?”

I knew he expected an answer from me, because he paused and took me in. Cheeks flaming, I responded with a shy, “Yeah.”

“Good. You can be my good girl. And you know what happens to good girls when they’re bad?”

“What?”

“They get punished.”

“But I wasn’t bad.”

“No? I think all of my unanswered calls would say otherwise.”

I looked away. Being in this position with him, I couldn’t even remember why I thought it was a good idea to avoid him in the first place.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

He shook his head. “I know, baby.”

And he didn’t say any more. He grabbed my arms and hooked them under my knees. I looked at him questioningly, not knowing what he was doing until he took his tie and bound my wrist together.

“Mason. What are you doing?”

“Showing you,” he said cryptically. “Are the binds too tight?”

I tried to move my hands but couldn’t. But they didn’t hurt me. They were tight, but not too much that would leave any lasting marks on my skin. I shook my head.

“Good.” He moved his hands down to my pussy and I my entire body clenched, seeing where he was going with this. “Look at this. Look how you’re responding to me.” He paused, his eyes taking me in. “I’m going to enter you, baby, okay?”

I nodded, and Mason’s eyes flashed. “Yes,” I answered quickly.

He smiled. “Good. Are you with me?”

“I’m with you.”

He moved a finger inside me, and I cried out, squeezing the finger around me.

Mason groaned. “You’re so tight. I bet you would feel amazing around my cock.”

I tightened around him even more, and that seemed to put Mason in a frenzy. He leaned down and took the lips of my pussy in his mouth, sucking. I squirmed and screamed, the sensation suddenly too much, especially since he still had that finger inside of me, fucking me with it.

“Are you with me, Olivia?” he asked again, his hot breath fanning across my sensitive flesh.

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Good. I want you to stay with me, okay? This is what we’re doing together. No one else.”

Again, I nodded. I knew why he was saying that. He didn’t want me to get lost in my head and see Lorenzo. But I was with Mason. I didn’t see anyone else.

Mason placed his other hand on my hip, keeping me still. But how could I keep still when he doing this to me?

He used the flat of his tongue to lick my slick center before finding the nub above my entrance and sucking.

“Oh, my. Mason. Please. This is too much. I don’t think I can take this anymore.”

“Then come, Olivia. Come for me.”

He bit the lip and I came, like an explosion of a bomb. But Mason’s mouth was still on me. Usually, he would stop when I came, to give me a chance to catch my breath. But not this time. I tried to squirm away from him, but the fact that my legs were up and open for him, the fact that my hands were bound together, keeping my knees like that, made it impossible to move away.

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