MIRAMason wants a whore? By God, a whore he will get.I am well aware of my naked, plus sized arse jiggling as I make my way to the stage. Men have always commented on the sexual beauty of my arse. I plan to use it against Mason tonight.The other model looking girls eye me as I climb atop the stage. An image of their boobs in Mason's face as they leaned over to kiss him flashes through my vision, and I see red.I point a shaky finger at the girl standing by the middle pole."Hey, you. Move."She stays rooted to the spot, staring at me like I have just grown wings. I narrow my eyes at her, and she scrambles to the next pole.I intend to be the centre of attention tonight. I intend to be the main course.I wrap my fingers around the pole, enjoying the adrenaline that courses through my blood. Fuck! It's been too long since I danced on one of these.I strike a pose and stare down at Mason as he balances into his chair, giving me his full attention."Where's the dance music?" I ask, my
MIRAYou know that moment when it feels like your life is gradually slipping out of your control? That moment when you struggle to get a grasp on what the heck is being done to you, but you can't, so you just groan and cry in frustration?That is exactly how I feel at the moment.I arch my back off the velvety table as Mason stands back, his dark gaze sweeping over my naked breasts and plump, peebled nipples.I grab onto my strains, holding on for dear life when he grabs a short, leather crop from the table."Wh-what are you going to do with that thing?" I stutter, fear gradually turning my veins to ice. " You're not going to hit me with that, are you?""Hush, princess. Just lie back and enjoy the fun."I look into his eyes, searching for the Mason I know, the Mason I have grown used to. My heart falls when I do not find him.The Mason that towers over me looks formidable…untouchable. The steely expression in his eyes tells me he would'nt hesitate to actually hurt me."Mr Lachlan, if
MASONMy gaze roves over Mira's nude, sated body, and my dick hardens in my pants. Fuck, she's beautiful.Right now, she looks tired, but I do not feel satisfied. Not even by half. My subconscious tells me I should be letting her rest and recover, but my body sings an entirely different tune.I know I should be taking it easy on her, but I want to punish her so hard, it hurts. I release the buttons of my pants and turn away, trying to get a grasp on the dark, venomous rage that threatens to choke me.She shouldn't have run from me. She made a big mistake when she fucking hinted at letting another man touch what belongs to me.Tonight was simply a test, one I never planned on going through with anyways. The plan was to pay Daisy off and send her home after we left, but Mira's reaction was the icing on my fucking cake.I don't know why, but since I set my eyes on the Italian firecracker, the thought of touching another woman feels like a bloody taboo.I hear her breathing gradually retu
MIRAMason picks me up and makes his way into the room, our bath water momentarily forgotten. I stare into his heated eyes with confusion, trying to figure out what the hell is going on. He looks straight ahead, not even sparing me a glance.He lowers me onto the comfy bed and steps back, staring at me through hodded eyes.I fight the urge to cover my hardened nipples with my palm."What now?" I whisper.He grabs my ankles and pulls me towards the edge of the mattress, then he gets down on one knee between my widely spread thighs.What the hell is going on?Before I can even blink, his strong fingers wrap around my ankles, holding them in place, and his head descends between my legs."Fuck! Mason, nngh!" I cry out in shock as his mouth comes in contact with my throbbing core.My back archs of the bed and I try to push him off, unable to bear the myraid of emotions that assail me, but he pins me down, and slips his tongue into my moist channel.Pleasure rushes into the pit of my stomac
MIRAI can hear Halloway's ramblings as Mason holds my arms, pinning me in place. I try to escape but he narrows his eyes at me, and I remain still.Hurt churns in my gut as I remember his words.'Do not disrespect Halloway.' But little miss perfect has the leeway to disrespect me. Not in this life."Yes. I added that to my schedule. I will be there."Mason disconnects the call and stares at my bent head without a word. I can feel his heated gaze all over me."Look at me, Mira." He says finally.I fold my now free arms and keep my head low. I hear his sharp intake of breath just before he wraps his arms around me, slamming me against him.Shock courses through my veins. My eyes go wide, and I dig my nails into his shoulders, trying to maintain my balance.Mason picks me up, walking forward until the backs of my thighs encounter cold, smooth marble. He sets me down on the marble counter and proceeds to stand between my legs, keeping my thighs firmly apart with his fingers wrapped aro
MIRASydney sashays in our direction in a puff of pink and flair. He stops directly before us, holding out a hand to me. I flick a glance at Mason to find his lips twitching with a suppressed smile."And who might this dark haired goddess be?"I place my hand hesitantly in his, and he places a chaste kiss on the back of my palm."Mira. Nice to meet you." I murmur.He eases back, but still holds on to my fingers, while his expressive blue eyes access me."Mm, Mira. You have gorgeous hair. God, think about all the things we could do with that marvellous colour."I smile." Thank you." I like Sydney. He seems like a really great guy." If you're still interested in keeping both your balls, I would advice you to ease off." Comes Mason's cold, steely voice.I freeze. Sydney is obviously gay. There is nothing wrong with him touching me…is there?Thankfully, he eases off without a word of complaint."My apologies, sir. What will I be doing for you today? Do you have a theme in mind?"He dir
MIRA"Can you please go a bit faster?"The driver responds by stepping on the accelerator, propelling the already speeding car forward.I grip the leather seats with shaky fingers, trying to shrug off the feeling of dread that tightens my stomach. "Did he tell you anything?" I ask the stone faced guard for the hundredth time.He shakes his head."I do not believe there is anything to be particularly worried about, Miss. Mr. Lachlan is fine."" You didn't hear him." I retort sharply. " He didn't sound okay." The guard lifts one brow at me and I lower my eyes."Sorry." I whisper, turning to the windows.The beautiful Hawaiian city flies by in a blur. I do not notice it…I do not notice anything other than the tuneless thumping of my heart against my chest. The sun is burning in it's full glory, but I feel strangely cold.I tell myself that I'm just worried about Mason like a fellow human being would, but my subconscious lets out a loud, mocking 'ha! "Sydney's words plague me. I know M
MIRAMason snaps his fingers and the room is instantly illuminated with bright lights. I stare up at him, trying in vain to calm my raging heartbeat.He looks…different. His eyes are dark and glazed over. It appears like he's staring at me, but not actually seeing me. As my fog of fear disappears, I realize that he is trembling above me.His hands pin mine in place over my head, and his hard body is snug between my thighs."Mr. Lachlan?""Do not fucking call me that, Mira!" He roars. I flinch, pressing myself further into the bed. My eyes widen in shock at the intensity of his anger.What the hell has got his knickers in a twist?As if realising that he just yelled at me, the anger drains from his eyes. He sinks his head into the crook of my neck and remains there."You belong to me, Mira." He whispers.I lie still and silent, unsure what to do, or say. I have no idea what has got Mason in this state. After what feels like an eternity with him still wrapped around me, I heave a breat