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Carl brings us a plate of figs, sliced lengthwise and drizzled with honey.
"Do you like figs?" I ask Mason.
"Sometimes."
"You have to know how to eat them," I say, and I decide to demonstrate.
I pick one up and hold it delicately in between my fingers. I make sure Mason is watching and I slowly bring it to my mouth, parting my red lips and then dragging my tongue across the flesh. I lick the sweet honey off of it by dragging the tip of my tongue across its glistening, soft, split ripeness.
Mason's visibly uncomfortable. There's a hunger growing in his eyes that can't be sated by the food on this table. He's shifting his weight from one side to the next in his chair, and not knowing what to do with his hands, he leans back and rubs the back of his neck. I wonder how hard his cock is right now.
There's only one way to find out.
We are sitting across from each other and I push one of my legs forward until it meets his. I slip my feet out of my heels. I'm wearing silk stockings, and I drag one smooth foot up his leg.
He coughs in surprise.
"Are you okay?" my mother asks him.
He waves her off. "I'm fine. I think a bite of food went down wrong, that's all. Nothing to worry about."
I decide to drag my silky foot up further until it's pressed against his soft inner thigh. He's shifting in his seat again until I bring my foot to th
e secret center of his crotch and I feel him—his 12-inch cock is as hard and thick as a cucumber, and I stifle a smile. I bring my second foot up until both feet are cradling his manhood. I stroke him with both silky feet, slowly at first, and then at a faster tempo.
He's trying not to look at me. He's trying to suppress the desire pulsing through his veins. He tilts his head back, tugging at the Windsor knot of his tie.
"It's hot in here," he says, loosening his tie some more.
"Carl!" mother shouts. "Please adjust the thermostat. Mr. Kane appears to be uncomfortably warm."
"Yes, ma'm," Carl replies, and walks off to adjust the temperature.
Little do they know, the thermostat can't help Mason. Things are about to get a lot hotter. I stroke his cock with increased pressure and speed, until I feel him twitch. His entire body is tense and I know I'm bringing him dangerously close to the edge of an explosive orgasm.
But not tonight. Not now.
I'm not going to give it to him that easy.
I remove my feet and slip them back into their heels as if nothing happened. "Well, it's getting late," I say to no one in particular.
Then I turn and look at Mason. "Perhaps I'll see you at work tomorrow?"
His words catch in his throat and he doesn't respond. He merely nods.
I've never seen Mason as speechless as I'm seeing him right now.
Who has the upper hand now, huh?
Bet he’s never gone up against a brat like me.
8
MarketWatch Journal Flash Update
Wall Street industry insiders were stunned yesterday when Mason Kane, the bad boy CEO of the Kane Price investment bank announced a surprise marriage with Lorna Lowell, his longtime foe.
Ms. Lowell is an activist shareholder who holds a large percentage of stock in the Kane Price investment bank and in recent months has been more and more critical of the way that Mr. Kane has conducted himself.
