It is not long afterward when I find myself back in my room at the hotel, my mind still reeling from the events during our drive. Mason had the driver take us back through the city, taking a different route this time so I could wonder at the different styles of buildings and zoning — if there is one thing that the drive has shown me, its that the city is still beautiful and has a multitude of pathways untraveled yet, even by a lifelong city dweller as myself.

I’d been dropped off at the front entrance right on the same spot I’d been picked up. I was standing on the steps, halted in my climb up to the front door by Mason who was leaning out of the back of the limo.

“Expect my call,” he had said.

With that, he had disappeared back inside and I found myself standing alone on the steps. Before entering I made sure to brush off my maid outfit, just in case we’d somehow managed to stain it. The lobby itself was full of people so I’d kept my head down and made my way to the elevator and up to my room.

I sit now on the edge of my bed, my mind going through the motions of the day, savoring every detail. My nether still aches from the stimulation, or perhaps the real cause is the missing toy: Mason had taken it back, said I didn’t need it right now.

My heart still beats fast in my chest as I think everything over. I feel dirty, but in a good way, a feeling that comes to me with such ease that I am almost surprised. There was a time when I once might have felt very sexually uncomfortable around Mason, but today I had allowed him to stimulate me while he watched, and then…

Then I had gotten on my knees before him and pleasured him with my mouth. He had brought me to almost complete orgasm with his toy before he had turned it off. The need it left inside me had me crawling between his legs at the mere utterance of his command, desperate for more, and, I suppose, that was his intention.

Well played, Mason Lockwood, I think slyly to myself.

I bite my lower lip and realize I can still taste him. Of all the things I thought would happen today — even accounting for him using his toy remotely on me in bed, this morning — I never thought I would make Mason Lockwood come in my mouth.

Quickly, I change out of my maid outfit and into some casual clothes and make my way down to the hotel restaurant. I know full well my father will be out of the hotel this weekend and I’ll be damned if I’m not going to take advantage of free food.

When I reach the restaurant I pause at the large doors before creaking them open and taking a deft peek inside. Some waiters mill around, preparing tables, but I don’t see the head waiter, my father’s stationed minion between myself and my food.

I sneak inside.

This is the same path I’ve taken almost my entire life. All I have to do is sneak across the foyer, hang to the right, move along the tables near the wall then I can enter the kitchen. The waiters moving around the dining area hear nothing, see nothing, as I move along the path and slip through the double doors.

The kitchen is busy, the cooks bustle and try to comprehend the orders being barked out machine-gun style by the chef. I use this to my advantage and simply move through the chaos, lifting a plate from a stack and piling whatever food I can onto it as I maneuver my way through the kitchen and out the opposite door. From there I cross the other side of the dining area, passing the waiters with their backs to me, and disappear out the exit.

In and out in three minutes, I think to myself. You’re getting old, Stace.

Victorious, I head down in the service elevator to the basement floor, the heat from the food radiates through the plate and starts to burn my fingertips. By the time I get into the storage room and slam the plate onto a table here my fingers are a raw red color. I suck on them while I fish out a knife and fork.

I find a folding chair against the wall and set it up by the table, sit down and begin to tuck into my prize, savoring the most tasteful food the hotel is known for. And the fact that it has cost me nothing just makes it taste even better.

In your face, Dad, I think defiantly.

Of all the things that I had to endure since returning home and asking for help, I think the worst was my dad telling me I wasn’t just going to be able to eat for free at the hotel. Considering my meager income, that was quite a shock.

But … Stace found her way, I think and smile to myself.

It takes me all of ten minutes to finish up all the different kinds of food on the plate and I’m leaning back in my chair with my hands on my belly and breathing through it when my phone vibrates in my pocket. I remove it and check the text message that pops up.

Penthouse. One hour.

A shudder of anticipation runs through my body.

I step off the elevator.

The two oaken doors into the penthouse are closed and around the handle of one is a Do Not Disturb sign. I walk over to the door and take the sign in my hand and contemplate its meaning. Was this left on here by accident? Or did Mason forget? Or was this perhaps some sort of game?

I decide to call Mason but as I take out my phone it vibrates in my hand with a text message from the man himself. After reading it I look up at the corner of the anteroom and see the camera from which he is currently watching me.

As instructed I place the sign back on the door then turn the handle allowing the heavy wood to swing slowly open and step inside.

The penthouse is mostly bathed in darkness, the blinds shut, curtains drawn. Only a sliver of yellowish light slices the darkness from a slit in the large pane glass doors on the far side of the room. I walk timidly toward them, careful not to stumble over furniture as I make my way through the dark room.

As I approach the glass doors I can sense steam and heat emanating from beyond. I reach out and slide them open, slowly, as if afraid I’m about to reveal something horrific. Every horror novel I’ve read flashes through my mind in a blinding light.

I step through the doorway and find myself standing on the decking, built into the corner of the penthouse. My feet click on the wood flooring and to my left I can see a large private pool, the water still and unmoving. Surrounded by all glass, I gaze up through the ceiling panes to see the stars are beginning to shine in the heavens above.

There is another light here as well, a double row of candles sitting atop petite holders on the hardwood floor, seemingly forming a pathway that I trace with my eyes to the far side of the decking until I find Mason Lockwood directly in my gaze.

“Welcome,” he says quietly.

My senses become overwhelmed by the image. I look around me as if to verify that this is all real and actually occurring. The glass that surrounds us, the path of candles, the steam and the hot air despite how cold it must be just outside the windows, and Mason himself, lounging back in a hot tub that seems to broil beneath him.

I approach him slowly, the closer I get the more my heart beats in my chest until I am standing just before the hot tub at the bottom of the three-tiered steps that lead up to where it is perched. I can see that Mason is naked from the waist up and instantly find my mind wondering if it is also so from the waist down.

He holds a glass in his hand and drinks from it before speaking. “Come on in, Stace,” he says, “the water is great.”

I bite my lip instead of replying to him. Instead, I simply find myself staring at his body. His upper chest is well defined and heaves up and outward as he breathes. His arms are big but not like a bodybuilder, more like the functional tightness of a martial artist. He sips on his wine again as he watches me appraise him with my eyes — with my needs.

As slowly as I can I begin to remove my clothing, one piece at a time, letting my skirt fall around my ankles, tossing my blouse by my side until I stand before him in only my underwear and bra.

Time hangs in the air with the steam and the heat as we stare at one another. Finally, he says: “Everything, Stace. It’s only fair, after all.”

He motions below the water and my breath becomes a little quicker, imaging his lower body, powerful and naked, his big cock… I wonder if he is erect, hard for me, craving me as I stand here and remove my bra, freeing my big tits, my nipples already hard as diamonds.

I slide my panties down, so slowly, trying my best to tease him, my mind obsessing on how I must look to him at this very moment. I hope I look sexy, appealing, despite our different body types. My breasts push out as I bend forward and slide my panties down over my ass until they too pile around my ankles.

“Beautiful,” Mason says. “Come here, Stace.”

My legs almost betray me as I try and climb the steps, but they move after a little encouragement from Mason, taking me up and toward the man I’ve had a crush on for many years, the very same man who has been a friend to our family for just as much time as that. This man in the hot tub who I allowed to spank me, to drive me to orgasm with a toy, whose legs I had gotten between and had willingly, eagerly, pleasured him with my mouth until I could swallow the result of his orgasm.

By the time I slip the first foot into the water my mind is reeling with our recent sexual exploits, a heat in my body emanates solely from my core, overriding anything I feel from the hot water I step into. The water rises up to my shoulders as I reach a comfortable position.

Mason reaches across and hands me a glass of wine. “It’s very relaxing, isn’t it?”

I try to breathe deeper, the feeling of the water surrounding my body making it just a little harder to fill my lungs. The heat of the water almost instantly fatigues me, so I sip my wine in order to stabilize myself.

Mason smiles brightly. “I like to soak in the heat every night. Especially after a big day. Especially after a big win.”

I laugh. “Am I your big win, Mason?”

He holds out his glass as if to signify a realization before finishing the wine within. “I believe you are, Stace. As long as you don’t have a problem with that, of course.”

I smile and replicate his motion with my own glass before knocking it back in one gulp. “If you’re happy with your prize,” I say, feeling even more self-doubts about my body creep into my mind, taking hold, threatening to ruin everything.

“Very,” Mason simply says.

Even with the heat in the room surrounding us and turning both of our skin a bright, glistening red, I can still feel the blood flush my cheeks from his comment. Despite all that has happened the last two days, I still am not accustomed to being naked in front of a fit billionaire — if it wasn’t for our past, for our familiarity, I probably would be having a lot more trouble holding myself together right now.

I find my glass empty already and Mason offers another, but I decline and set the glass on the edge of the tub next to me. I’d rather maintain a lot of my composure for this encounter and coast on the small buzz, so as not to completely embarrass myself.

“You have a beautiful body, Stace,” Mason says.

“If you say so.”

“I do,” he says loudly like he is giving the final absolute decree any one person could give.

I bite my lip and smile to one side as a wave of cheekiness overwhelms me. “I bet you say that to all the women,” I tell him.

Mason nods slowly. “Sure, but I always mean it.”

The water gurgles around my body as I weigh his answer, that stroke of wit and cheekiness thrown back my way making me crave Mason even more, despite any reservations or naughtiness that this whole situation makes me feel.

Mason gently knocks back the last of his own wine. “Stace,” he says with his eyes locked to mine, his head downturned. “You looked especially beautiful with my cock in your mouth.”

His comment throws me off-guard for a second and my heart and breath struggle to maintain their pace. “How romantic,” I quip back with a grin, but in truth his words have spoken to me and my body is already reacting in kind to their sexual content, my mind awash with images of his huge cock working in and out of my mouth.

Mason suddenly pushes forward through the water until he is almost on top of me. My back presses against the side of the tub, his hands grip the edges on either side of me. Even in the water, he towers over me and I almost cower involuntarily.

“Do you want to please me?” he asks.

“Yes,” I reply timidly.

“Then I’ll please myself by pleasing you,” Mason says. He reaches with his hand and turns my chin up and leans in to kiss me. His lips feel moist and full and tender all at the same time. I kiss him back, my lips open slightly, my tongue merely peeking between, feeling the wetness of his on mine.

I reach up with my hand and explore the skin of his back, feeling the bunched muscles constrict from my touch. Then I can feel him open his mouth and I open mine in return and our tongues probe and entwine and taste each other.

Then suddenly I am being lifted in his powerful arms, the water running in rivulets from my body as he sets me on the edge of the pool. His manner is ferocious as he pushes me back and sinks his head between my thighs. The instant his lips touch my inner thigh I almost come but I fight the urge as he kisses and licks his way higher. He clamps his mouth on my aching clit, his lips massaging my lips, his tongue probing, teasing.

He holds me tight, my legs over his shoulders as he feasts hungrily, tasting me. I look down at him, the sight of Mason Lockwood between my legs driving me insane, pleasuring me with his mouth, that tongue. My body convulses from his attentions and he responds by breaking free and taking me in his arms again, lifting me down into the water.

My mind is awash with the implications of all of this but I bury them because I’m being held tightly in the powerful arms of Mason Lockwood and there is nowhere else I want to be. I want to be here with his hot, wet skin pressing against mine. With the feeling of his breath on my neck, the tease of his lips against my nape, the smell of his cologne overwhelming my senses. Even as I feel his taut, tight body push ever closer to mine, my legs spreading around his torso, my nether suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable as I start to feel the tip of his big cock rubbing against my mound, I want to be here forever, have always wanted to be here.

“Good girl, Stace,” he whispers into my ear.

Then I can feel his girth press into me and it slowly opens me as more and more of him follows and I draw him tighter and moan loudly into the skin of his neck. His own moan is as loud as mine as he pushes forward for what seems an impossible amount of length until his pubic bone meets mine.

We hold onto each other for a moment that seems to last forever, the realization overcoming me that Mason Lockwood is deep inside me, opening me up, stretching me out with his huge cock.

He alternates between kissing my neck and biting it, giving control solely to his desires, his tongue prodding and licking between each. The sensation is so overwhelming all I can do is moan loudly into his shoulder, tasting his skin with my tongue.

I lock my feet together as Mason begins to slowly rock his hips, driving the length of his big cock in and out of me. Each movement brings every nerve in my nether to electrifying life, each stretches my flesh to new limits.

His lips press against mine and I open my mouth and kiss him and our tongues collide, experimenting and tasting, the feeling of his hot tongue on mine sending even more goosebumps across my skin, the interlocking of our mouths causes him to increase his pace.

I break from our kiss and manage to moan his name, loudly and passionate, choking off into another moan of pleasure as I feel his big cock stretch me further.

“You feel so good,” he whispers into my ear.

He holds me tighter with one arm, his other hand reaches down to cusp my breast, squeezes it, kneads it in his grasp, his fingers play with my erect nipple. His thrusts rock me harder and faster, his big cock slams inside me, making room for itself, taking its place.

I throw my head back over the side of the hot tub, my arms splayed out behind me as I moan even louder while he works my body with his. My breasts bounce with the beat of his thrusts and he reaches down with his hands and takes hold of them, again squeezing, feeling. I keep my legs locked tightly around his back as he leans forward and licks at my nipples, bringing each to his mouth for tantalizing seconds.

From this perspective I see him, looking over my own bouncing bosom, an image of this powerful man towering over me, almost a mirage in the flickering low light hazed by the hot steam rising from the water, joined at our hips, him deep inside me.

I want him to take me, have always wanted him to take me, and now he is. Mason Lockwood, billionaire, family friend; I’ve known him my whole life and now he is inside of me, willingly taking me, making me feel things I haven’t felt before.

“Take me,” I manage to get out between my wild moans. “Make my pussy yours,” I tell him, the dirty words slipping from my mouth inspiring me to squeeze his shaft tighter.

He grunts something in response but I can’t hear it over my own screams of pleasure, but I can feel it when he answers with action, beginning to fuck me harder, pounding me with his huge cock. It’s too big for me and I can feel pain with the pleasure but I don’t care and I accept it, want it all the more so.

His hands are on my hips, gripping me tightly as he works my body, his thrusts become more steady, still at a decent pace but now he obviously wants me to feel every movement, every inch of his flesh against mine so that there is no reprieve from the stimulation.

He pulls me up into his arms again and locks his lips to mine. We kiss deeply and he breaks to speak: “Give yourself to me, Stace,” he says between his animalistic grunts.

The very sound of him saying my name while he fucks me immediately sends me into overdrive. I moan for him in response and grind forward onto his raging cock, milking it with my flesh, letting my body rise and fall to meet his thrusts.

“Come for me,” Mason whispers. “Come on my cock, Stace.”

With this, I am driven overboard and I lose control of my body as an orgasm tears its way through me. I throw my head back and scream in pleasure into the night. In response Mason bounces me harder on his cock, using my quivering pussy as his toy until he himself grunts with pleasure and bucks harder and faster until I feel his big cock tremble within me.

I come again as I feel Mason shoot his load inside me.