All Because Of Him

eighty eight.

   The way he's looking at me right now makes me feel like he's thinking I've lost my damn mind.

I probably have.

It could be because of the undeniable frenzied, delirious and magnetic attraction I feel for the man before me, or just because of the simple fact that this might very well be the only opportunity I'll get to have him on his knees.

Now don't get me wrong, this is something sober me would never normally have the courage to do. But for some reason, Mason makes me feel confident, sexy even. Even if I make a complete and total fool of myself, I know either way it's going to drive him crazy.

Oh boy, he looks angry with me

His head is still tilted up so he's able to look at my face while I remain straddled on top of his lap. Those beautiful green orbs of his have darkened- I take it he isn't too fond of my idea.

"What did you just say?" The words coming out of his mouth are slow, husky sounding and tiny puffs of air after each hit my mouth from our close proximity.

I have to remind myself to breathe.

I know damn well that even though he's handcuffed right under me, it wouldn't take much for the roles to quickly be reversed.

The finger that was placed right under his jaw drifts upward towards a single curled strand of hair on his head that's dangling in front of his ear. I brush it back, taking my time to admire him while also forcing him to wait for my response.

"Did I stutter?" I whisper to him, his lips brushing against the bow of my upper lip, noses skimming together.

His eyes nearly blow out from their sockets, eyebrows furrowed, jaw slacked and all. I'm not entirely sure what's gotten into me. I know that once this is over I'll soon be faced to deal with the repercussions for my actions, and even though the mere thought of that sends a chill down my spine I can't think about that now.

I'm in the mood to taunt the devil.

And tonight I won't stop until I get what I want.

His lips part as he stares at me completely dumbfounded, expression on his face unnerving and although I can't see this newfound bravery in me lasting, I'm going to use every advantage of it that I can get.

"Are you sure you want to start this game with me?" The eerie calmness of his words sounds like a warning, as if it's his way of telling me that this is my last chance to back down out of any ideas that I had planned, and it only makes me want to push this further.

I can only manage to shake my head at him ominously slow while I look down at him in amusement.

"Let me make one thing clear, you already started this game." I tell him softly, trying my hardest to keep a straight face while the man before me is seconds away from losing his shit, "I'm only finishing it."

His breath hitches in his throat while he stares at me in complete and utter shock and it only spurs my confidence. He's speechless, at a loss for words over my sudden boldness towards him but shit if I was in his position I would be too.

Memories of me tying him to the office chair resurface, reminding me of the first time I had Mason in such a vulnerable position, but that feels different than this does. During that time I never felt the way I do towards him now, something changed between us, shifted in a way. Maybe it's the fact that we've agreed to let the other person be our only sexual outlet for the time being, or that we've finally been honest about the darkness within our pasts that makes every other fear about the consequences of what we're doing seem so miniscule.