I squatted down and picked up the box. It dawned on me that I’d have to take a cab since I’d have to haul the damn box home, and that pissed me off even more.
I glanced at him one last time before I turned to leave. He looked exactly the same as I remembered, but he was so different. I wasn’t sure how I’d missed it after all those years. Thank God for Stacey.
“Thank you for everything,” I said, with as much sincerity as I could.
He looked confused, but I didn’t care. I walked toward the door and opened it before he finally spoke.
“Thank you for what?”
I smiled. “For not letting me waste my life away by staying with you.” I headed out the door and closed it without looking at his face to see a reaction. It didn’t matter. What mattered was I felt like that door had finally closed for good. I was going to move forward, and I couldn’t see any better way than doing it with Mason.
The sound of a door closing brought me back to the present, and I continued toward the room Mason had gone through. I was still apprehensive about the whole thing, but I wanted to be spontaneous. I wanted to live a little. I wanted to do something reckless, something I could look back on when I was old and say to myself ‘I did that once.’ What was the point of having a life if I wasn’t going to live it to its fullest?
I walked through the doorway and found Mason standing by a bed, pulling something out of the side drawer. I stopped a few feet in and waited for him to turn around. He placed something on the bed and then turned to me.
“Please, come sit.” He gestured toward the bed, sat down and waited for me to join him.
I chewed on the inside of my cheek as I finally sat on the bed. I was nervous. Any sane woman would be. My eyes went directly to the bulge in his pants and I started wondering what it looked like. I could tell just by the way he was grinding his hips into my back that he was a decent size.
He cleared his throat and my eyes flew up to meet his sly grin. I looked away, embarrassed. I had no idea why I was acting like such a damn schoolgirl. He made me feel so inadequate, like he should’ve been anywhere but there with me.
I saw him move from the corner of my eye. I looked up and felt his fingers on my cheek.
“You should really stop looking away from me when you get embarrassed. There is no reason for you to feel ashamed.”
I looked into his eyes and smiled, feeling the blush rise to my cheeks. I bit my bottom lip and chuckled. “You’re just… kind of intimidating. But I’m sure you already know that,” I said without thinking.
I looked away from him, but immediately brought my eyes back up to meet his. If he wasn’t so intimidating I could probably stare into his eyes all day long.
Reaching an arm out on the bed, he picked up the item he’d set down moments before and lifted it up to me. “Have you ever worn a blindfold before, Emma?”
I took it from his fingers and glanced down at it. It looked like something you’d see those fancy rich wives wear on TV shows when they tried to nap during the day.
“No,” I said as I continued to look at it.
“Look at me, Emma.” I brought my eyes back up to meet his. “I told you the other day that this was going to happen.” He gestured toward the bed again. “But it all depends on your reaction to what I’m about to tell you.” He got up from the bed and I followed his movements until he was standing by the far wall. My insides were in a knot as I sat there waiting. I was already nervous, and this was only making it worse.
“If you come to my bed, Emma, I’m going to fuck you. I don’t do the pansy-ass shit you’re probably used to. I’m aggressive and I will give you orders which I expect to be followed.” He walked closer to the bed as he spoke. “That blindfold,” he pointed, “will be worn at all times.” I swallowed hard as he got closer, my inner walls clenching at the tone of his voice. “There will be no talking unless I command it. You will be in that bed for one reason.” He stood at the end of the bed and crossed his arms over his chest, reading over my expression. “I won’t invite you over again for dinner. I may, however, invite you over to fuck and when I am through with you, I will leave.” My eyes widened as he continued to speak. “I will not change the way I do things, and don’t ever expect me to. I told you earlier: I’m not your fairytale, Emma. I’m the man who will fuck you until you can’t move.”