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Story: High Sea Seduction
He grunts his satisfaction, then steps away from me. The look in his eyes when he sees me cradled in the arms of his invention, wide open and ready to be fucked, staggers me.
He reaches out and circles my nipple with his forefinger, before he trails it down to my navel and up in a fiery V to my other nipple. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Mason,” I moan.
He looks into my eyes with his turbulent golden ones. “I’ll fuck you up, Keely.”
I swallow. “You’ve already fucked me up. Now just fuck me. Please. Fuck me like you stole me.”
It seems that’s all he needs to go to town on me. Lube appears from somewhere and my asshole is prepped and ready to go in minutes.
The moment I’m filled from behind, Mason thrusts brutally into me.
Time ceases to have meaning as pleasure and pain grab me with vicious teeth and mangles coherency into a savage death.
Mason calls mekitten, andKeely, andbaby, as he fucks me, long and hard, raw and rough. My orgasms feed into one another, and the more I come, the more Mason demands of me. With each release, I sense him quieten, the flames of hell in his eyes banking down to searing embers.
When he collapses into me, slick with sweat and sticky with my come, I drop my head to his shoulder.
We stay like that, contented and broken, until I hear a tiny beep next to my head.
“The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy god.”
“What?” I enquire hazily.
“Say it.”
“Why?”
When he doesn’t respond, I lift my head. He’s staring at me, but there’s no sign of mind-fuckery in his eyes. It’s a tiny thing, but I see the request to trust him.
“Okay, but isn’t it ‘the quick brown fox jumps over the lazydog’?”
A smile caresses his lips, and he presses a couple of buttons. “Doesn’t matter. It’s done.”
I glance at the panel, then back to his face. “What’s done?”
“The recording of your speech pattern. Now you can use yourKeelinatorhowever you please.”
“My…? Are you serious?”
He nods. “I’ll have it shipped to your place in New York. We can give it a second christening when it arrives.”
My heart lurches over the implications of what he’s just said.
“Does that mean I’ll see you after the IL trip?” I ask, feeling reckless.
“It means I’m officially hooked on you, and very much want to see you for however long I can before the inevitable shit circus descends. But I have an ulterior motive for this bribe.”
“Oh?”
His thumb caresses my lower lip, and the way he’snotlooking into my eyes shocks me into thinking he’s a little nervous about something.
“I have a thing at the White House at the end of the month. Come with me.”
I stare at him. “It may be my just-fucked buzz deafening me, but I could’ve sworn you just said you have a thing at the White House?”
He stays silent, but the corners of his eyes crinkle in amusement.
He reaches out and circles my nipple with his forefinger, before he trails it down to my navel and up in a fiery V to my other nipple. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Mason,” I moan.
He looks into my eyes with his turbulent golden ones. “I’ll fuck you up, Keely.”
I swallow. “You’ve already fucked me up. Now just fuck me. Please. Fuck me like you stole me.”
It seems that’s all he needs to go to town on me. Lube appears from somewhere and my asshole is prepped and ready to go in minutes.
The moment I’m filled from behind, Mason thrusts brutally into me.
Time ceases to have meaning as pleasure and pain grab me with vicious teeth and mangles coherency into a savage death.
Mason calls mekitten, andKeely, andbaby, as he fucks me, long and hard, raw and rough. My orgasms feed into one another, and the more I come, the more Mason demands of me. With each release, I sense him quieten, the flames of hell in his eyes banking down to searing embers.
When he collapses into me, slick with sweat and sticky with my come, I drop my head to his shoulder.
We stay like that, contented and broken, until I hear a tiny beep next to my head.
“The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy god.”
“What?” I enquire hazily.
“Say it.”
“Why?”
When he doesn’t respond, I lift my head. He’s staring at me, but there’s no sign of mind-fuckery in his eyes. It’s a tiny thing, but I see the request to trust him.
“Okay, but isn’t it ‘the quick brown fox jumps over the lazydog’?”
A smile caresses his lips, and he presses a couple of buttons. “Doesn’t matter. It’s done.”
I glance at the panel, then back to his face. “What’s done?”
“The recording of your speech pattern. Now you can use yourKeelinatorhowever you please.”
“My…? Are you serious?”
He nods. “I’ll have it shipped to your place in New York. We can give it a second christening when it arrives.”
My heart lurches over the implications of what he’s just said.
“Does that mean I’ll see you after the IL trip?” I ask, feeling reckless.
“It means I’m officially hooked on you, and very much want to see you for however long I can before the inevitable shit circus descends. But I have an ulterior motive for this bribe.”
“Oh?”
His thumb caresses my lower lip, and the way he’snotlooking into my eyes shocks me into thinking he’s a little nervous about something.
“I have a thing at the White House at the end of the month. Come with me.”
I stare at him. “It may be my just-fucked buzz deafening me, but I could’ve sworn you just said you have a thing at the White House?”
He stays silent, but the corners of his eyes crinkle in amusement.
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