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I stood in front of Mason's throne, looking up at him. He had his elbow on his armrest, his chin in his palm. I finished giving him my report of what I'd accomplished today, and when I was done, he stood up, telling me to follow him. A blush covered my cheeks and I did so. His pace was brisk, and I had to jog a few times to keep up. He opened the door to the backstage of the amphitheater. It was a small space, not unlike a garage. I figured it must have been Mason's room. There was a mattress on the floor, a dresser with a broken mirror, and a desk covered in different things. I stepped in after him, and he slammed the door, making me jump.
"Mason, what's wrong?"
He stiffly sat in the chair at his desk, looking irritated. Mason snarled, "God, I want to fuck you so hard you can't think straight."
The words sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I went to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me as I pulled him to his feet, and sat on the desk, kissing him briefly. My voice came out in an unintentional whisper, "You can do whatever you want with me. I'm yours."
He grinned, running his fingers through my hair, and nipping at my neck, "Damn right you're mine." He moved his lips to mine, separating for a moment as I removed my pants. He hummed a little, eyes raking over my body, "Do you have any idea what you do to me? I want to wreck you." My pants hit the floor, but neither of us moved. He let out a small breath, "Strip for me."
I wasn't in the mood to be teased. I removed my clothes quickly, not bothering to take my time for him. He seemed more than okay with it, as he worked on his own clothes. I watched and noted that he was already fully erect, despite having no foreplay. I grinned a little, "That's flattering."
He growled in response, and grabbed my hips, turning me around and bending me over his desk, giving no quarter to the papers that lay beneath me. He ran a finger between my folds, noticing how slick I was. He mocked me, "That's flattering."
"Don't tease me."
He hummed, distracted, "Don't tell me what to do."
His finger brushed over my clit, and my hips rolled back, desperate for more contact. I let out a moan, grinding my hips. His other hand reached up, fondling my chest gently, his grip wavering. I let out a sigh, "Shit, Mason, just fuck me already."
Before I finished the sentence, he thrust himself in completely, letting the more carnal side of him show. I bit my lip to keep from screaming his name, and felt him bend over me, his lips teasing my neck. I let out a moan as he pulled away, his hips working smoothly. While one hand moved back to my clit, his other made a fist in my hair, craning my head back so he could see my erotic expressions. My knees buckled, and my toes curled as I clenched, feeling myself pulse around him as I came.
Het let out a small growl and his hips snapped, his finger twitching on my clit as he finally came. He kept himself hilted inside of me, waiting for us both to come down from our highs. Mason finally pulled away, sitting back in his chair, head leaned back, as his chest heaved, the dips of his collarbone gleaming with sweat. Mason's hands went back to my hips and he pulled me back gently, letting me sit on his lap. He kissed my shoulder and looked up at me, "Sorry for taking advantage of you. I'm a man. You know how we can be."
I chuckled, "Don't apologize, Mason. Just promise to do me in once a week."
"Only once?"
I grinned, "Do you think you can handle more?"
His tone deepened, "Doll, I could go for round two right now."
