Mason and I spend the rest of the week in our own little bubble. The night he took me home from the club I imagined that we would go back to not speaking for days at a time, but astonishingly after that night everything changed between us.

At night it was almost like we had our own little routine; he would sneak into my room and we'd end up turning on Friends until one of us made the first move and I'd somehow find his head in between my legs. Then we'd go back to the show and watch it in each other's arms until I fall asleep.

But then morning would come and I'd wake up alone.

That was the worst part.

These past couple days Mason has tried to act the least bit affected by what's been going on between us, while I have been trying to wrap my head around the whole thing.

Everytime I would try and take a shower in peace he'd always somehow end up there with me. It got so bad that he actually moved his own products in there too because he kept saying that he'd always smell like me afterwards and Freddie would relentlessly tease him about it.

I've gotten a lot closer to Freddie throughout these days as well, he always eyes the two of us in a suspicious manner but Mason either doesn't notice, or pretends he doesn't.

There were two things I've learned about Mason during this time: One, he can be affectionate when he wants to.

Sure there were times when I'd be lying with him in bed and he'd rub fingers along my back in circles, or even kiss every inch of my body when he had the chance.

But it wasn't even about that.

It was about the times I'd come back to the house to find a new pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream in the freezer because he 'accidentally' ate mine the night before. Or when he randomly leaves the shirt he was wearing that day on my bed for me to wear when I go to sleep; it was the little things.

And it confused the fuck out of me.

And two: Mason is a very intimate person.

Everyday it was a struggle to keep his hands off of me, even if the feeling was mutual.

He took me in almost every room in the house.

And the worst part is I let him.

The person I become when I'm near him is a whole new one entirely, and I can't get enough of it.

The person I am with Aiden versus Mason seems like two different people to me now.

With Mason I have this new raw sexual energy that I'm still trying to reel in every time I see him. Aiden on the other hand, just reminds me of what my life was like before Mason walked back into it.

I've only seen him once during these past couple days. He's tried to call me to hang out and every time he would I found myself coming up with new excuses as to why I couldn't. But I couldn't help it. I couldn't help but feel guilty every time I'm around him.

I know that we aren't dating, but he deserves better than me.

He deserves more than what I have to offer.

There was one incident two days ago that I came across when going into Mason's room. I was originally planning on just peeking in to see if he was home, and he wasn't. Instead when I opened the door I found white powder sprawled out on the top of his dresser.

I felt as though I had been kicked in the stomach.

I knew from the night Mason first came into my room that he had taken drugs, but I never thought about what they could be. Seeing the coke right in front of me made me question everything I thought I knew about him; there were so many things I wanted to ask him about it.

But I never did.

But I can't think about that.

The only thing I can think about right now is how to perfectly execute my plan to get Mason back for what he did to me last night.

Last night during our usual late night fuck, he came up with this brilliant idea to tease me. He demanded that I don't touch him while he pleases me under him. And he made it so difficult.

Difficult enough that he had to tighten my hands around my back with his belt just to keep me from squirming.

But in just a few minutes he will know exactly what that feels like.

I look over myself in the mirror one last time and take a deep breath before slipping on the black silk robe I stole from Jessica onto me. I haven't worn the lingerie set since the night we were interrupted by Amy, so I figure now would be the best time to tease him in it.

I grab the half melted ice cream on my dresser and begin to walk towards Jessica's father's office. Mason has been in there all morning typing away on the laptop sitting on the desk. I peaked in once or twice while I walked by earlier and each time his eyes never left the screen.

Which to me, only makes it the perfect time to do this.

My fingers circle the doorknob to the office and I take a moment to let my nerves stabilize before opening the door.

There he is, still sitting in the leather chair, his right hand resting along the keys of the laptop in front of him while his left hand stood up on the mahogany desk.

He seems focused on whatever's in front of him because when I walk in he doesn't even lift his eyes off the screen to look at me.

Perfect.

I step closer to him, still unaware that I've walked in, and speak up.

"Hey, whatcha doing?"

"Working." He answers shortly and my knees almost buckle to a stop from his answer.

Working? I had no idea that Mason even has a job, there are a lot of things I still don't know about him but I force all of the curious thoughts out of my head to try and keep my focus.

As I continue to inch closer I can't help but admire the man in front of me hard at work. His eyes are drawn onto the screen and I stand back and watch his muscles contract with each movement he makes.

He's doing something that would make anyone else look ordinary, and yet here he is making me question if denying him the pleasure in touching me is still a good idea.

I shake my head at the thought.

Concentrate, Elle.

"Well, that's too bad..." I begin, taking a few more steps closer until I'm only a few feet from the desk. "Guess you'll just have to watch then."

I slowly slip the silk robe off my shoulder, slightly revealing the set I have under it.

"Watch what-" He looks up from the screen and his mouth parts at the sight of me.

I tuck the robe down my arms and let it go and it drops to the floor pooling at my feet. I build up the courage to walk over around the side of the desk, over to him and set the ice cream down. His eyes never leave my body as I do so.

He opens his mouth up to speak but no words come out; he's speechless, it was exactly the reaction I was hoping for.

"Isabelle, what are you-" I cut him off by placing my index finger on the top of his lips to silence him.

"Shh..." I look over to the laptop and back towards him, "No distractions remember."

Without even a glance towards the other direction he reaches his arm out and immediately closes the laptop shut. I can see how ready he is for me, the anticipation in his eyes is growing by the second and I can't wait to pop his sexual bubble.

"Come here." He pulls his hand out and grabs a hold of my waist, forcing me closer to him and I pull back from his touch.

"Uh uh." I shake my head and his brows quirk up from my defiance. "No touching."

His mouth practically falls on the floor before he quickly recovers and shakes his head, disobeying my orders.

"You can't be serious."

"Oh but I am."

His body stills for a few moments and I pray that he doesn't tackle me to the ground and tie my hands behind my back again. He is a lot bigger and stronger than me, so he should be able to take me easily.

His hands find themselves on my back once more, pushing me closer with such force that it takes nearly all of my strength to hold myself in place.

"No," I begin, grabbing his hand behind my back and pulling it off of me, "Touching."

I try to make my voice sound as serious as possible and his face falls once he realizes that I'm not joking. I grab the end of the robe belt and start to slowly pull it out. The astonished look on Mason's face doesn't leave as I walk behind his chair and grab his large hands in mine.

I hold them together and begin to tie the robe belt around it, and he groans.

"Is this about last night?" He asks, and I roll my eyes and tie the belt tighter around his hands.

He tries to shift his body in the chair but his movements are restricted from the belt tied firmly around him. I look over my work one more time before standing up and walking back around the chair to face him, not even trying to hide the smile on my face.

"What the hell has gotten into you?" He asks me and I place both hands on each armrest and lean my body down to be at eye level with him.

I catch him flick his gaze over to my breasts right in front of his face, and then back at me.

"Let's just say I woke up this morning feeling vengeful."

His lips part as he stares at me until they slowly curve up. He brings his bottom lip in between his teeth and stares at me and for a moment I swear I see a touch of amazement twinkling in his eyes.

"You're an evil little thing, aren't you?"

"Let's see about that, shall we?" I say as I position my body back upwards and place each of my legs on either side of his hips, straddling him.

I have no idea where this sudden boost of confidence came from, but I blame him. Lately he's been the one in control, but teasing me was too far.

And I am ready to give him a taste of his own medicine.

I shift my body forward and dip my head down into the crook of his neck. Then I gently place my lips on his sensitive skin and start to plant kisses along it. His breath hitches right when my lips make contact and that only gives me the intrepidness I need to start to suck on it.

I hear him groan under me and remove my lips from his neck to connect with his own. Every time we kiss my stomach is swarmed with butterflies, it's an indescribable feeling.

Even though his hands are tied around his back, his kisses are hard and demanding.

Our tongues dance, battling the other and I reach my hands up and palm the sides of his face bringing him further into me, until they rake through his hair while I press my body firmly against his. My lips burn with every kiss he's giving me, and it only leaves me pushing myself against him even more, needing to feel him as close as physically possible.

I part my mouth open and gently bite down on his lip, tugging at it a bit until I hear a moan escape his lips.

I smile at the sound, and he leans back, staring at me with pleading eyes.

"Untie me so I can fuck you properly over the desk." He begs and I shake my head.

"This is your punishment," I say as I drag my fingers across the side of his cheek, and lean in close to his ear. "You don't get a say."

He lets out a defeated sigh, "Who knew you could be this cruel. Just let me fucking touch you at least, you're killing me here."

"Terrible feeling, isn't it?"

I lean back slightly to put some distance between us and start to slowly unbutton the black dress shirt he's wearing. He watches my movements, eyes filled with uncertainty as I finish unbuttoning the last one revealing his sculpted chest filled with tattoos.

Somehow the dark intricate tattoos are growing on me. I look down at them and take a moment to admire them all, my fingers roam around each curvature and I feel his chest rising and falling slowly under me.

I can stare at his body all day if given the chance, but now's not the time.

I reach my hand over and grab the ice cream on the desk beside us. His eyes widen as I take a scoop of the mint chocolate chip goo and place it in my mouth. The front of the spoon rests on my tongue and it only leaves Mason whining even more.

Now I know why he always insists on being in control, the drive and adrenaline I'm feeling from this is too thrilling for me to handle. Right now I have him tied up under me; he's in my complete and total control and I'm going to take full advantage.

A drop of liquid falls from the spoon onto his chest and I pout.

"Oops." I say and lean my head further down towards it.

I swipe my tongue across the spill and Mason shifts his body under mine.

"What are you doing, Isabelle."

I do this again, and again, dropping ice cream on different areas of his body for me to suck it off. Not only can I see what this is doing to him, I can feel it too. 

The thickening bulge under me is hard to miss, but I only use it to my advantage and round my hips on top of it as I lick the ice cream off of him.

He sucks in a harsh breath, "Fuck, I never used ice cream."

"That's too bad then, isn't it?" His eyes darken in front of me, and I place one more drop of ice cream on him.

This time on his mouth. I catch his gaze and duck my head forward, running the tip of my tongue against the corner of his lips.

"Fuck, Isabelle, I can't take this anymore." He lets out a frustrated whine.

And this time I agree with him. I try to make myself seem like I know what I'm doing, but my core is aching for attention. I can feel the wetness in between my legs and it takes all of my willpower to not untie him and let him take me on the desk just like he said.

My heart rate picks up as my fingers fumble trying to undo the bottom of his pants. I'm all for teasing, but I'm ready for him now. I pull the condom out that I had stored in the bra of the lace set and rip it open.

I've never put a condom on anyone before, but I've seen it done in my Sex Ed class many times so I know it shouldn't be too hard. Plus, I've seen Mason do it countless times in front of me so I've familiarized myself with it already.

"You came prepared." He comments and I ignore it, holding my hands at the top of him and sliding it on. He gasps quietly as I go a little slower than I probably should have and I try to bite back a smile.

I readjust my body until I feel him sinking inside of me. We both groan in unison as he watches me on top of him. I rock my hips back and forth and begin to ride him, the whole time he never takes his eyes off of me. My right hand grips the desk beside me to try and keep the both of us steady. If it weren't for his erotic breathing I would swear this is all a dream. 

Me riding Mason in Jessica's father's office while his hands are tied behind his back-who would have thought this would all become reality?

My lower stomach twists and I let my head fall back, speeding up my movements on top of him. The grunts and growls pouring out of him overwhelm my senses; there were too many things going on at once. I can already feel my vision blurring from the amount of pleasure it's giving me and it only makes me grip the desk even harder.

"...Sh-shit Isabelle." He moans my name and bite down on my lip to keep myself from screaming his.

His mouth opens and I feel his dark eyes locked onto me, watching me from above him.

I feel my legs start to twitch and I mindlessly dig my nails into Mason's back. Our chests heaving as sweat beads from our skin. My core feels as though it's on fire and I'm sure I'll find myself sore tomorrow from the position I'm in, but it's worth it.

Being with him, the both of us in such a vulnerable state, our bodies succumbing to the euphoric feeling taking over us is worth it.

The orgasm rips through my body before I get the chance to ready myself for it, and I slowly convulse over him. He moans my name as his release follows soon after mine and my body falls limp onto his own.

"Watching you was the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Maybe I should tease you more often." I don't even have to lift my head off of his chest to see how wide he's probably grinning.

I roll my eyes even though he can't see, and stay straddling him for a bit longer just so I can feel his rapid heartbeat through his chest for a few more seconds.

After I get up, I quickly walk over to the other side of his seat and untie him.

A second barely passes before he swirls around in his chair and snakes his arms around my body, pushing me onto him.

I land back on his lap and he buries his head in the nape of my neck and starts to messily kiss on the skin. He palms my breast with his hand and I slap it away and force myself off of him. As much as I'd love to go for round two, this is supposed to be his punishment. I can't let him just have his way with me or it'd defeat the whole purpose.

He opens his mouth to speak but I interrupt.

"You should get back to work, wouldn't want to get too distracted now would you?" I see his lips curve back upwards as his widened green eyes linger on mine.

And before he gets the chance to say anything else I pick up the ice cream and feel his eyes burning into my back as I walk out and close the door behind me.