He's wearing a suit - so expensive I'm almost worried to touch it. The sharp contrast between our outfits is jarring and makes me question where we're going once again.
"It's going to be quite a long ride, sweetheart," he tells me. "So sit down next to me and let me talk to you for a little while."
I do as I'm told and he tickles my arm, making me giggle.
"Cat got your tongue?" Mason teases me.
"No, I just..." I feel like I'll never stop blushing. "I just feel so... exposed."
"Good." His reply is simple.
The car pulls out of the driveway and we're on our way. I want to focus on the landscape outside the car window, but I find myself sneaking glances at Mason instead. The partition separating us from Filippe is up, and I feel safer knowing he can't see or hear us.
"I wanted to tell you something," Mason says.
He's running a hand through my hair absentmindedly. I remembered him saying he liked it down and left it natural today, just freshly washed and falling in big waves down my shoulders.
"What is it?" I ask him, genuinely curious.
"It's about Luca."
His words make me freeze on the spot, but Mason coaxes me into his lap, smoothing down my hair. I mewl, feeling the hardness of his cock between his legs, only a scrap of fabric separating it from my pussy. God, I want him.
"I don't want to talk about him," I say weakly. "I really don't... Sir."
He groans, obviously pleased I've remembered to address him properly.
"I do," he says, as if it's as simple as that. "So we're going to talk about it, right the hell now."
I squirm on his lap, but he grabs ahold of my wrists and makes me sit up straight on his lap.
"I was married to Luca's mother," he tells me roughly. "She was older than me, about ten years. I met her at a business event and fell in love. I was pretty young. Pretty fucking stupid."
I want him to go on, every pause he takes between sentences feeling like a cold shower. Finally, he speaks up again.
"Luca was hers, from her first marriage. She never really gave a shit about him, though," he says. "And I had no clue how to raise a kid. Fuck, I wasn't even thirty at the time. I still have no idea."
He rocks me on his hips and I listen to his hypnotizing voice, hoping he'll share more with me. And he does.
"She... she left me after a few years," he explains. "She left Luca, as well. Said she'd give me money if I took care of the kid. I agreed. I needed to invest in some business, and the money she gave me helped."
His hands form fists and I can tell he's not pleased about how it went down.
"So he's been living with me, though he's really at school most of the time," he finishes. "And he's troubled. The thing with his mom... it's fucked him up. I don't know if he'll ever be normal. Not that the rest of us are."
He quietens down and I play with a button on his shirt.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" I want to know, and Mason shrugs, giving me an intense look.
"I didn't want you to know about my dirty past," he says. "I didn't want you to think I was some kind of slimy bastard. I've repayed her all the money. I make enough by myself now, but Luca... he doesn't really have another place to go."
I nod and press myself closer to his chest. I can hear the steady thumps of his heart and it makes me feel safe. We stay like that for a wile, my head resting on him, listening to his heartbeat. We've been driving for ages, but I don't really mind.
"Cara," Mason finally says, and I stir from the state I'm in. "Sit back on your chair. I want to play a game with you now, sweetheart."
I do as I'm told, feeling my pussy tingle as I climb off him and onto the car seat.
"Take your tits out for me," Mason orders me, and I shiver under the weight of his order.
"N-now?" I'm hesitating, but my fingers are already poised over the buttons of my blouse.
"Now," he nods.
I undo them slowly, one at a time. I don't take the blouse off, but I let it part and reveal my little tits to him, my puffy pink nipples tightening into buds under his watchful eyes.
"Pretty girl," Mason murmurs, leaning over to me. "Such a pretty fucking girl."
He's got his mouth pressed against my ear, his fingers gently going to my chest. I gasp, really loudly.
"Shhh," Mason coos. "Quiet now, baby. Don't want Filippe to hear, do you?"
I shake my head no and he starts caressing my skin, long, barely-there touches of my skin. Never on my nipples. All over my chest and down my tummy. I feel the familiar tingle between my legs, realizing my pussy's getting really fucking wet.
He toys with me, touching me so lightly I can almost convince myself I'm imagining it.
"I want to strip you naked," he whispers in my ear. "Right here. Make Filippe pull over and fuck you on the hood of this car, parting your whore legs wide and sliding into that pussy."
I mewl, feeling myself drip on the plush leather of the chair.
"More," I beg him in the smallest voice. "I want more, please."
"Beg pretty, sweetheart," Mason grins against my ear.
"Please, Sir," I mumble. "Please, touch me some more, say more things to make me wet."
"I want to feel your wetness," he tells me. "Lick it, taste it, fucking feel it, princess. I want to sink my cock into your pussy and feed it to you later so you can taste yourself on my dick. I want to claim your sweet little ass."
I squirm at his words, making Mason chuckle.
"I'm going to do it eventually, baby," he promises me. "I'm going to own all of your holes."
He keeps running his fingers along my skin and, combined with the whispered promises, it's driving me fucking insane. I'm realizing I'm going to leave a wet mark on the car seat when I get out, and it makes me blush even more.
Just then, I realize the car's come to a stop. Mason grins at me and opens the door. I try to look outside and see where we are, but it's already gotten dark. We must've been driving for a while.
Mason opens the door on my side, and offers me a hand to help me climb out of the car. I accept it gratefully, covering my naked ass. It makes Mason laugh.
As soon as I'm out, I try to close the door, hide the wet mark I've left on his seat. But Mason notices it right away, and his eyes light up with mischief.
"Filippe's not gonna be pleased about that soaked seat," he tells me, and I blush.
I finally take a moment to look around us. We're in front of a house, and there's a long line of people waiting to be let inside. They're all staring at us, all of them in expensive clothes, ball gowns and tuxedos. I flush with embarrassment at my outfit, at what I'd done in the car.
"I think you'll have to apologize," Maso
n tells me, and before I can stop him, he calls out for his driver. "Filippe, Cara here had a little accident in the car."
The driver looks at me blankly, and I blush so much I'm sure I'll just catch on fire.
"I..." I can't even get the words out. "I'm sorry for ruining your seat."
"Go on, sweetheart, tell him what happened," Mason prompts me.
"I..." I give him a helpless look, but he's unrelenting. "I let my pussy drip all over the car seat."
"Good fucking girl," Mason tells me.
Filippe walks away and I can feel dozens of eyes on me as Mason comes closer.
"I hate you," I tell him, and he chuckles.
"I know, sweetheart," he says simply. "You're about to hate me a whole lot more, though."
I give him a blank look and he grins at me.
"Get down on your knees and lick the seat clean," he says lazily. "Right the hell now. We're already late."
I can feel the eyes on me, all the people standing in line. I don't know any of them and they don't know me. But they're going to remember this, that's for sure.
I want to protest, but the thought of getting on my knees, exposing my cunt to everyone here, is somehow turning me on. Keeping my eyes trained on Mason, I sink to my knees on the asphalt.
I turn around and brace my palms on the seat, fully aware that my pussy is out on display. I lean over and slowly start licking at the supple leather, tasting my own pussy on the seat. The fact he didn't give me a choice is almost liberating. I feel eyes on me and it almost makes me cum. I hold it back, but a long moan is ripped from my throat as I clean the car seat with my tongue.
"Good girl," Mason tells me, the pride obvious in his voice. "Such a good girl. Now it's time to go inside, sweetheart. Let's get this party started."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
MASON
BEFORE WE HEAD INSIDE, I have a final surprise for Cara.
I walk her to the top of the stairs leading into the house, past the crowd gathering outside and waiting to be let in. When we're standing at the doorway, loud music blasting through the door, I reach for her swan-like neck, wrapping my big hands over it. I move her hair out of the way and she looks at me with those big, innocent eyes that are making me swell in my trousers.