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My Master of Sex (Being Revised)

Novel By: IceBreaker

(Finished)(Author's pick for best story)Lukas was a man. A beautiful rich man that somehow swept me off my feet. It was only supposed to be sex. Just that. But the more we spent time together, the more I feel. The more I want.
We both have secrets. Secrets that haunts us. I know that I want to be with this man, and he may want the same thing, but I feel that our secrets will keep us apart…forever. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jan 4, 2014    Reads: 5,868    Comments: 8    Likes: 20   

Chapter 3: Reeling me in


"Get off of me!" I screamed. My throat was sore from my screaming and hollering and my body ached. I couldn't move. I couldn't stop him…I couldn't stop him.

"Peyton!" Justin shook me awake and I darted up and stared at him, my eyes wide and alert.

He looked at me with horrified blue eyes. "Are you alright?"

I shook my head as he started rubbing my back. "No. No. I'm fine."

Justin sighed. "You have to go see your therapist about these nightmares, Peyton. You just do. They're beginning to get to me now."

I wiped my tearstained face with my hands. "I'm sorry I woke you."

"Peyton, I don't give a damn about that. I just want these nightmares to be gone."

I shake my head as I wrap my arms around my knees as I bring them up to my chin. "They're never going to stop." I whispered.

"Stop it. Yes they will. Just give it time."

"I just don't fucking get it, Justin. I put this shit behind me when I was ten, and still at age twenty two, it's still fucking with my head.

Justin shook his head. "You're traumatized from your past. It goes like that sometimes. But things will get better. Rather now, or later, these shitty nightmares will stop."

I nod and lay back down onto my pillow.

Justin kissed my sweaty forehead and smiled. "Have a good night. If you need me, yell."

I nod.

Justin stands from my bed and exits the room before closing the door and I just lay there, trying to rid my nightmares from my memories. I knew I would never forget, and therapy was supposed to be helping me. It was in a way, but it didn't stopped the nightmares.


When the sun rose, I hadn't finished sleeping. I was scared to fall back into a nightmare I couldn't wake from.

I sit up and rub my tired gray eyes.

My phone beeped.

I grabbed it and looked at it. Unknown.


I answered it and placed the phone to my ear. "Um…hello?"


I paused. His sexy, smooth voice couldn't be mistaken for anyone else but Kary.

I closed my eyes. His voice made the goose bumps rise from my skin, yet made my body feel like it was on fire. "Lukas?"


"How did you get my number."

"Your dad."

I stood and turned to look out the window. "Why are you calling so early?" I asked.

"To make sure we were still on for dinner."

I shake my head, a smile making it to my face. "What are you planning on getting out of dinner? You tried to score with me at lunch and now you want dinner."

"Yes, I do."

My smile disappears. "If I fucked you, I would never forgive myself for giving in to a man who is a known bachelor."

He's quiet over the other line.

I walked out of my room and to the kitchen. "Still there?"


"So there. No matter how attracted to you I am, acting on it would make me feel used and disgusted. And I already have to feel that way every day of my fucking life so I don't need someone else making me feel that way."

He was quiet for a long while.

I must sound like a mad woman. I closed my eyes and sighed. I was throwing this all on him and I immediately felt bad. "I'm sorry." I whispered.

"Don't be. I guess I somewhat understand why you'd feel that way. But what if I could make a guarantee that we can be friends afterward?"

I chuckle without humor. "Lukas, baby, get with the program. Two people so attracted to each other cannot be friends." I said pouring myself a cup of coffee.

"I suppose."

"And no, I'm not dating you, either."

"I don't date. And I wouldn't ask you even if I did."

I don't know why that set me off but it made me angry. "I never asked and fuck you." Like he was fucking high and mighty.

"Peyton, calm down."

"No. You want to fuck me, its never going to happen, Kary. Get over it." I hung up my phone and threw it down on the counter.

Justin walked in, in nothing more than gray boxers. Looking like a sexy stud that just got laid. He smiled. "Who was that?"


"Ah, man candy."

"He's begging now."

"Damn woman, what did you do to him?"

I shake my head and reach for the cream and sugar. "I don't know but…I get off on it." I say.

"On what?"

"Turning him on." I turned to look at him. "It's a turn on to me that he's turned on by me."

Justin smiled slightly. "So," He hops on the counter. "I think you should fuck the attraction away."

"Yeah, man, genius plan." I said sarcastically. I turned and poured in my cream and sugar.

"You want to fuck him, right?"

"Right but-"

"But what? It's considered a on-night stand but not technically since you somewhat know him."

I stirred the cream and sugar with a spoon. "He's been in so many girls, Justin. I'm just another one."

"What if you were different?"

"I am different. I'm the one whose not going to fall all over him like those other bitches do."

"Right. You're the one that teases and taunts. You're the one who drive guys crazy with lust. And he's going to eat that shit up."

My mouth twist as my eyes dropped to the floor. Would it be a good idea to 'fuck the attraction' away? That's what I want to happen. Sure I would check the bastard out whenever I saw him afterwards, but I just don't want to drool over him and become all obsessed.

"He invited me to dinner today, against my will."

Justin shrugs one shoulder carelessly. "Then go. Fuck that man and be done with it, girl."

My eyes rolled as I took a sip of my coffee. I wasn't sure about it. I might. But it wouldn't be 'me' if I was going to do this. Damn Kary and his good looks.


I looked up to him. "Yeah?"

"I'm going to a party on Friday. It's supposed to be some big charity event this blonde asked me to. You in?"

"She randomly asked you to attend a charity event after you got finished fucking her? How more fucked up could that sound?"

He laughs softly. "Yeah, messed up. Are you in?"

"Sure. Whatever. Need to get out of the house anyway."


After spending a good thirty minutes on the treadmill and twenty minutes in the swimming pool, I drove home and stopped when I saw a limo waiting outside my apartment. I parked in the back and got out to walk back to the front, as I walked up, the window drew down.

Lukas was in the backseat, a small ghost of a smile on his face.

He looked good in a button down white shirt and a loose dark red tie.

His hair was sexy as it framed his gorgeous, sculpted face and his eyes were as green as ever, igniting fire in my blood.

I stared at him, awe-struck that he could look so damn good.

And here I am in nothing more than a pink sports bra, gray jogging pants and my hair pinned up in a bun, while some pieces stuck to my face from sweat.

"Are you stalking me, Kary?" I asked.

He smirked. "No."

"So why are you here?"

He opened the door and slid out with grace before shutting it back and leaning against the limo. "Are you going to invite me up for a drink?" He asked.

I shook my head. "Nice try, but no." God, curse me for saying those words. Any woman would have said yes. Any woman.

"You're pushing me away."

"With good reason."

"Maybe we don't have to act on this attraction thing. Maybe we can just be friends." He offered, I didn't like the suggestion at all. I tried to understand why but I couldn't.

"Sure we can do that, Lukas?" I asked.

He nods. "Yes. I'll try my hardest to contain myself."

I stared at his expression for a long time, searching his face for bluffs. When I didn't see it, I shrugged. "Okay. But one move and you're out of here. Gone." I said.

He nods. "Whatever you say, goes."

I turn and I hear his footsteps following me.

For some reason, I couldn't shake this excited feeling in my stomach. I entered my key in and held the door for Lukas.

I greeted Jacob and he smiled back and then his face fell into an expression of shock as he saw who was walking in behind me.

"Lukas Kary."

He gives Jacob a sullen nod and follows me into the elevator.

I press onto the button, and stay turned to the doors so I don't see his face.

We were both silent.

When the doors opened, a man and a woman stepped from the elevator and the woman's eyes almost popped from their sockets as she laid her eyes on Lukas.

Me and him stepped in and turned towards her as I hit the button for the highest floor.

"Lukas Kary." She breathed.

He gives her a small smirk as the door closed, shutting us off from her seductive gaze.

We stood in the dim-lit elevator, silently.

He was standing behind me. I felt a great surge of electricity being alone with him like this. I closed my eyes praying it'd go away and that I didn't just attack him right now, harshly, forcefully.

I could hear his breathing, uneven, close to mine.

Doors, please open. I prayed into my head.

When they finally did, I exhaled and stepped off. I felt like I could breathe more.

Now I'm going to pray that Justin is here to keep me from making a huge mistake.

As we got to my door, I stuck my key in, careful not to look at him, and I opened it.

As soon as we stepped in, Justin had his keys in his hand, ready to step out.

"Hey, w-where are you going?" I asked, my voice shaking.

He looked to Lukas and smiled. God, he actually thought I was going to fuck him. Right now.

He nodded. "Hey."

Lukas nods once, his expression now one with bewilderment.

Justin looks to me. "I have a date. Don't wait up." He kisses my forehead and walks off before shutting the door, leaving us both alone.

I swallowed hard and turned to look at Lukas.

"That's my best friend, Justin." I clarified.

He nodded. "I see. Do you…sleep with him on occasion?"

I shake my head. "No."


He doesn't need to know that I had a history with Justin. He wouldn't be in my life long anyway.

I shake my head, no.

He nods. "Good."

"Why is that a good thing?"

"I don't want anything in my way." He said in a soft, deep tone, his green eyes gazing at me.

I blinked, baffled. "If you don't stop talking that way, my fist will be in your way." I said.

He smirked at me, amused by my demeanor.

I took a step back. "Want a drink?"

"Sure. What do you have?"

"Water, Vodka, Soda."

"Water then. I'm not in the mood for a buzz." He answered.

I understood that. It was only the afternoon.

I went to get him a glass of ice water and returned it to him.

As he accepted it from me, our fingers brushed.

I looked into his eyes as he looked down into mine, a hungry look in his eyes.

I blinked, completely overtaken. All he has to do is say the word, and its his. I knew that now, and I was irritated that this was how I felt at the moment. I could feel his hunger.

I bit down on my lip and slowly took a step back. "I need to take a quick shower, so I'll be right back." I whispered.

He nods, his green eyes never leaving mine.

"I won't be long." I say, sticking my eyes to his and I slowly stepped backward, secretly hoping he'd follow me.

"I'll wait." He whispers back to me. I knew we were talking about something entirely different then. It won't take long for me to give it up to him and he will wait until I do just that. And the fact that he wanted it so bad, he was willing to wait for it got me all hot and bothered.

I slowly turned around, hurriedly grabbed my robe from the door nail behind my bedroom door and flew into the bathroom.

I turned the water on, searing hot and stepped from my clothes.

I hurried took the bun from my hair and went into the water. I washed my hair quickly and washed my body in an urgent matter.

When I was done, I wrapped my robe around my body and tied the belt.

I squeezed the water from my hair and placed my clothes in the hamper.

I opened the door, and the second I did, Kary grabbed me and pressed me to the wall next to the opening of the bathroom.

I gasped as his mouth went to mine, quickly, hungrily.

I was immediately struck with realization. But I didn't care. I immediately kissed him back, my fingers dove into his brown hair.

God, he tasted better than I could ever imagine. His tongue caressed and licked the inside of my mouth as I moaned, begging for more.

We couldn't get close enough.

I pulled my leg up, wrapping it around his waist, desperate to feel him.

His fingers go to my robe belt and he unties it, exposing my nakedness and presses against me.

He was hard. I could feel it and it made me want more. I just wanted to claw at his back and fuck him senseless.

But his mouth left mine and clasped onto my nipple.

Oh god.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the wall.

His tongue flicked and teased my nipple and softly nibbled on it, making my legs weak.

He kissed across until he got to my other nipple, showing it the same attention.

I knew I was wet, and ready, and full of excitement deep in my stomach.

"Lukas." I whispered.

He suddenly dropped to his knees, spreading my lips apart and his tongue swept over my clit.

"Oh, Lukas." His name left my mouth like a strangled cry. I couldn't believe this. God, I can barely stand up. I held onto the wall behind me and rode his mouth as he grabbed my leg, and hitched it over his shoulder.

I grabbed onto a handful of his silky brown hair, pushing myself against his warm mouth.

I was panting, my body shaking as it neared its release.

"Lukas, god, I'm gonna come."

He didn't stop, he was solely focused on getting me there.

He grabs a hold of my hips, thrusting me towards his mouth.

I closed my eyes and bit down on my lip hard.

Higher and higher, he drove me until I felt the tingles passing through me.

I squeezed my eyes shut, my grip on his hair tightening as I came. "Lukas." I said his name like it was the only thing in the world that's keep me sane at the moment.

Panting, I looked down at him while riding out my orgasm.

His green eyes slowly met mine.

His lips were glossed from my come. He slowly licked his lips, seeming to savor the taste.

Fuck, I want to fuck him now. Or at the very least, return the favor.

Lukas released my hips and slowly stood to his feet, his eyes never breaking from mine. "You should get dressed so we can talk. You're very distracting right now, Peyton."

I stared up at him, still mentally stunned from what just happened.

I just nod slowly and turn to walk into my room. When I close my door, I can barely shake my nerves.

And more than that, I still was dealing with the short aftershocks of my orgasm.

I laid down on my bed, completely confused at why I let that happen. I guess it was an in the moment thing.

It's rude to leave him out there.

I sat up and threw my robe from my body and dressed in a pair of old sweats and a t-shirt.

I left my hair wet and curly down my back and opened the door.

I moved down the hallway and stepped into the living room where Lukas was sitting on the couch, his arm draped around the back of it.

He stared at me, waiting for me to join him.

I went to the couch and sat down a cushion away from him. I curled my legs up onto the couch so I was facing him.

We were both silent, probably thinking the same thing, or opposite things. All I knew was that the silence was deafening.

"That was…unexpected." I said in a low mutter, afraid to meet his eyes.

"Yes, it was. To me, too. All while you were in the shower, I just kept imagining you and…I just did that because I wanted to see how good you taste."

I bit my lip, as my face grew hot.

"I never tasted anything better." His finger lifted my chin so I could meet his eyes. "When I met you, I couldn't stop thinking about how much I wanted you, and now, it'll be even harder."

"Same." My voice whispered.

His eyes stayed on mine for a while.

"So what are we going to do about it? About…us?" I asked.

He pulls away and sighs. "I'm going to leave that up to you, Peyton." He pulled a card from his pants pocket and gave it to me.

It held his phone number and cell number.

My green eyes went back to his and he stood up slowly.

I stared up at him, taken back by how tall he was.

He rested his hand on my jaw. "Will you be at the charity event happening on Friday, by any chance?" He asked, his voice, calm, low, and sexy.

I nod my head.

He smiles. "I'll see you there." He whispers.

I half expected him to kiss me again. But he didn't. He turned, opened the door and walked out. Just walked out like nothing happened and I felt the need to panic.

I got up and locked the door and leaned against it.

I was still confused and still sensitive from the orgasm.

I know he did that just to show me that I need to fuck him. That I need to feel him. And it worked. It worked.

When Justin came home, I was laying down on the couch. He had a woman walking in behind him. When he saw me, concern etched his face. He turned his head. "Go in my room. It's the last door on the left."

The woman nodded and left the room.

Justin sat down on the couch I was laying down on. "Hey, what's wrong? And where's Mr. Delicious?"


Justin's eyebrow raised. "What happened?"

I looked to him. "He ate me out."

Justin's eyes widened. He stood, a surprised look forming on his face. "Wait…what?"

I nodded and sat up.

"Did you two…?"

I shook my head, and ran my fingers through my hair. "No. No we didn't."

"So why do you look so depressed? What he wasn't good or something?"

I shake my head. "No. It was the best head I ever gotten."

"Ouch." Justin said in a fake sad voice.

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, he even got you beat."

Justin's eyebrows raised.

"It's just that I gave in. I let him do this even when I said I wouldn't. I feel like I let him take advantage of me. I only let him in because he wanted to get to know me and instead he does that. I just felt like I gave in and now he's going to avoid and ignore me afterwards."

"Well if he does, its his lost. Look, this man is a known womanizer. Okay? Every woman wants a piece, you got a piece. Leave it alone." He says.

I sighed and leaned against the back of the couch.

"Did you return the favor?" He asked.

I shook my head, no.

"So he gave you head without you having to return the favor. Even better. So you have no reason to be ashamed. The fact that he didn't ask you for it in return means something."


Justin shrugged. "Shit, I don't know. But it does. Are you planning on doing this?"

I shrugged and my eyes darted to the ceiling.

No matter how much attraction I hold for this man, I knew what it'd be to him. Nothing.

I just don't want to be used. I've been used before and I can't take it to let it happen again.

Not ever again.

"No. I'm not. He's going to be at the charity dinner but I'm not going to say anything to him."

"So he gives you head and in return, you ignore."

"It was only to reel me in." I said.

Justin sighed and sat back down next to me. "Look, if you think he's bad news for you. Then stay away. But if you think you should kill the attraction with a fuck, do it. It'd be you using him instead of the other way around."

I sighed. "Maybe."

Justin patted my knee. "Just think about it." He said as he stood.

I nodded.

He smiled. "Got to go fuck."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "You talk about him using girls."

"Well My sexual affairs don't go public like his do."

Justin had a good point. Any girl that has had anything to do with him, is splashed across the net.

Justin walked out of the room, leaving me really thinking about what I'm going to do about Lukas.

If he wasn't just going to reel me in just to throw me back out there, why was he trying so hard to get me?


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