by Loki Renard
He growled as she worked her lips on him, hoping he would let her come, she needed to come more than she needed anything. She’d know she was forgiven when she felt orgasm rushing through her. He tapped the cane over her pussy as she sucked, gentle little stinging swats that tormented her to the point she was whimpering around his cock.
Mason pulled free, his thick rod shining with her juices. “Turn around,” he ordered. “Ass up, hold your cheeks open.”
She moved into position immediately. He had that hard look in his eyes, a ruthless desire. Putting her hands back to hold her bottom open, she waited for him to take his pick of her holes. Her sopping sex yearned for him, but he took hold of the plug in her bottom and worked it out of her tight ass. In seconds, the plug came free and his thick cock plunged into her ass, taking the lubricant from her soaking pussy with him and the remnants he’d already worked into her bottom to thrust several inches deep in one go.
Her cry was guttural, his thick cock working deep into her ass with a steady thrust as he started to fuck her ass, using the hole he’d yet to take with aggressive thrusts. The training plug had made her anus supple for him as he fucked her hard, on his knees behind her, one hand at the back of her neck, the other steadying her hips for his strokes.
“You have such a hot little ass,” he growled. “Such a perfect little hole.”
His grunts of pleasure as his cock pounded deep inside her ass, rubbing the internal wall of her pussy with every stroke, made her pussy juices slick down her thighs. She needed him so fucking badly, but he was taking her as he pleased and her pussy stayed empty. Mason pounded her bottom, pressing her down, her face against the floor as she came out of position and lay prone beneath him, his thick cock slicking in and out of her ass.
She screamed as he fucked her, her ass stretching to take his ever rougher thrusts. There was a brief reprieve of pleasure as he pulled her up a little by the hips and slipped something under her. It was the cane, the hard end of the tip positioned beneath her soaking pussy. Mason pushed her back down, his cock deep inside her ass as he pressed her clit to the cane and fucked her against it, the sensitive nub strummed with every thrust. She was going to come on the cane, her soaking pussy covering the little hard shaft as she slipped back and forth over it.
Neither one of them could last much longer, their sweating, grinding bodies coming ever closer to orgasmic completion.
“Fuck, Ellie,” he growled, taking the back of her neck between his teeth. He bit down as he came inside her bottom with a rough cry, filling her ass with thick jets of cum. His fingers strummed her clit and pushed her over that edge, her aching welted body bursting into orgasm as she screamed with ecstasy, his cock deep in her clenching rear, her pussy grinding against the cane as her throbbing slit convulsed with climax.
Mason pulled free slowly, her tight ass reluctant to give his cock up as he slid from her ring, leaving a trail of hot cum in his wake.
Afterward he held her close, whispered words of comfort, told her what a good girl she was. “You took your ass fucking so well,” he praised, kissing her gently. “I can’t wait to have you there again.”
Elliot squirmed against him, reveling in her orgasm and glad for his forgiveness. But there was one concern she couldn’t let go, one little dark spot on her glorious horizon. Aiden.
“Mason…”
“I know,” he said, seeing her concern in her gaze. “Don’t worry about him. Before I came up to deal with you, I made full arrangements for Aiden.”
He sounded solemn, enough to concern her. “What have you done to him? Where is he?”
“He’s gone.”
Confusion made her voice crack with emotion. “Gone? What do you mean, gone? He was just here. I didn’t even get to say goodbye.”
“He wasn’t well, Elliot. He was agitated and so were you and it would have been worse to attempt some kind of farewell. It’s obvious that he needs a higher standard of care somewhere he can’t get himself into new trouble. Steven and Robert are taking him out of the country. I’ve dealt with his debts here, but I don’t want him running in the same circles again. It’s only a matter of time before he gets himself back into trouble.”
“Out of the country? Where?”
“For the moment, that’s a matter of secrecy. I don’t even know. Steven and Robert will touch base with me when they’ve arrived.”
One moment her brother was crashing through the wall, the next he was gone again. She didn’t know how to feel. She knew he wasn’t well enough to live a normal life, not yet. And she knew Mason had his very best interests at heart, but still, she would miss him terribly.
“Are you angry at me?”
Angry? At him? No. She wasn’t. Of course she wasn’t. If not for Mason she would be mourning Aiden, not missing him.
“I’m not mad,” she said. “This is… you’ve done so much for us. This must be costing you a fortune. The family should be paying for his debts, not you.”
“He should be paying for them,” Mason said. “And he will.”
She rose up a little and looked at him. There was something about the way he said the words that piqued her curiosity. “What does that mean? He doesn’t have any savings that he’s allowed to access and he doesn’t have any real skills. How could he possibly pay all that money back?”
He ran his hand down her back and over her butt, cupping her cheeks lightly. “He has a few untapped assets.”
She saw the smirk flickering at Mason’s lip and narrowed her eyes a little. “Tell me what you’ve done with him, Mason,” she said, some of her earlier strident speech entering her tone.
“Easy. It’s nothing too untoward. Steven and Robert have taken a liking to him. God knows why, but apparently a spoiled blond-haired blue-eyed guy with a serious case of arrested development and an as yet not entirely treated addiction is right up their alley. Evidently in his moments of sobriety, he’s not entirely insufferable. They wanted him, so I’ve given him to them.”
“Mason… are you saying you sold my brother to two of your mercenaries?”
“When you put it like that, it sounds bad,” he said with a dark little smirk. “I’ve found your brother a safe placement with two men who are not going to let him put so much as a pinky out of line. The next time you see him, I’m sure he’ll be fully rehabilitated.”
She stared at him, caught between relief and outrage. “You sold him,” she repeated.
“It wasn’t so much a sale as it was barter,” Mason mused. “That’s more acceptable. It’s certainly more legal, I think.”
She looked at him, shaking her head in amazement. She should probably be furious that Mason had re-homed Aiden much like a troublesome puppy, but she saw the logic of it. Mason had already cleaned more than enough of Aiden’s messes, and Aiden had been utterly unrepentant when they saw him. He needed to be confined somewhere—and whatever his guardians had in mind for him it was probably better than jail. It was a very Mason-style solution: simple, direct and most of all, effective.
“Sometimes I wonder if you have any more regard for the law than Aiden does.”
“I have absolute regard for the law,” he said. “I know the limits of its usefulness too. Aiden hasn’t been forced into anything. They’ll take care of him until he’s better, and when he’s well again, he’ll be given a choice.”
“Just like you gave me a choice.”
“Not just like you,” Mason smirked. “I like to think you got a far better deal.”
A smile broke across her face. “I think so too.”
His hand slid up her neck and caught her by the back of it, drawing her down for a deep, passionate kiss that drove all thoughts of Aiden from her head.
“He’s going to be safe and happy and well,” Mason said when he broke the kiss. “Now it’s time we concentrated on you again.”
A delicious thrill ran through her as she looked at him and saw desire in his gaze. She loved the way he looked at her, as if she were the only woman in the
world. She could lose herself in that look, live an entire life time in moments.
“On your knees.”
A naughty thought entered her head as she hesitated for just a moment. “If I don’t behave, will you sell me?”
“You, I intend to keep,” he growled possessively, his teeth grazing against her neck. “Now get on your knees, before I have to punish one of the Chapman spawn yet again.”
Chapter Seven
Three months later…
Mason held Elliot’s hand as they walked down a pretty garden path toward a picturesque cottage set against a backdrop of beautiful countryside. She was nervous, in a very different way than she usually was when Mason led her down an unknown path. He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and smiled down at her.
She was wearing a yellow sundress with a small petticoat beneath it, which made the skirt flare out and also hid all traces of the plug that filled her bottom. Around her neck, she wore his collar, the gold gleaming in the sunlight.
They reached the aged oak door and paused for a moment.
“Ready?” Mason murmured softly.
“Ready,” Elliot nodded. Their journey together had been a long one, and she was not entirely sure she was prepared for what lay behind the door. It was, in some sense, the culmination of their entire tale. That was why her stomach felt as though it was filled with butterflies, and why she gripped Mason’s hand a little tighter as he lifted his other hand and knocked.
No sooner had his fingers touched wood than it was thrown open and they were greeted by the one person Elliot most wished to impress in the world—his mother.
“Ellie!” Her arms wrapped around Elliot’s shoulders. “Welcome, oh, my dear, I can’t believe it has taken this long for Mav to bring you on a visit!”
Mason’s mother was a naturally graceful woman. She had stunning green eyes, just like Mason. Unlike Mason, she had a beautiful mane of golden hair. It was beginning to gray now, but she was still a very handsome woman, and now, thanks to her son, a very wealthy one.
It was a genuine pleasure to see her again. Elliot had met her a few times throughout her younger years, usually when Aiden dragged her along to what had practically been the shack they’d lived in then. She now realized in hindsight that it had been a perfectly respectable little cottage, but as a snotty teenager it had been so far beneath her she had whined and complained and begged to leave as quickly as possible—until Mrs. Malone brought out her homemade cookies and lemonade.
“Hello, Mrs. Malone,” she said. “It’s nice to see you again.”
“It’s so nice to see you, Ellie,” Mrs. Malone said. “Look at you, you’re gorgeous. Mason, isn’t she gorgeous!”
“Yes, she is,” Mason agreed with a proud smile.
“Come and sit,” Mrs. Malone said, unintentionally sounding a bit like Mason when he gave her a very different kind of command. “I can’t wait to hear how you’ve been, Ellie.”
“I’ve been well,” Elliot said, opting for the polite and proper answer. She very much doubted Mrs. Malone wanted to hear anything about the events of the last few weeks.
They moved through to the sun-drenched lounge of the cottage and sat on comfortably stuffed sofas covered in doilies. Elliot wondered if she would one day reach an age where doilies suddenly seemed like a good idea. Some of them were rather pretty…
“I was so surprised when Mason told me he was bringing you to tea,” Mrs. Malone beamed. “Such a wonderful surprise. You two have such a history.”
“It’s been nice… uhm… reconnecting with Mason,” Elliot murmured, looking over at Mason with a quizzical brow rise. Surely it was time to tell?
“We’ve done a little more than reconnect,” Mason said, putting his hand over hers. “Mom, Elliot and I are going to be married.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful!” Mrs. Malone flew from her seat and hugged them both effusively. “Oh I’m so happy for you both.”
Elliot smiled, tears filling her eyes. When she’d announced her previous engagement, her mother had launched into venue preparations without so much as a congratulation, and Eric’s parents hadn’t even bothered to visit. This felt entirely different. This felt right. For the first time in her life, she was feeling the simple love of family, and it filled her completely.
They spent the rest of the afternoon chatting, drinking tea, eating scones with lashings of cream and jam, and generally enjoying one another’s company. Mrs. Malone dug out the photo albums she’d carefully curated over the years, and to Elliot’s surprise, she was actually in some of the pictures, usually in the background, hanging out with her brother.
Mrs. Malone stopped at one particular image. Mason and Aiden must have been nineteen or twenty, playing football, and there she was, an awkward-looking teenager with braces, not so skillfully hiding behind one of the posts, attempting to look disinterested as she stared at Mason.
“Look at you,” Mrs. Malone said. “You followed them around like a puppy dog, you know.”
Elliot blushed. She’d forced herself to forget those earlier memories, when Mason and Aiden had seemed utterly invincible, her two perfect protectors. The thought made her eyes mist with tears when she thought of how far Aiden had fallen since then. Would he ever overcome his addiction? Would he ever be happy?
Mason caught her mood and rubbed her shoulders. “It’s going to be alright,” he murmured. “He’s going to get better.”
She nodded quickly, hoping that was true. In the months since Aiden had gone overseas, they’d heard very little from him. His protectors sent regular reports confirming that he was well, but she missed her brother. Mason kept her busy, and distracted, always coming up with some innovative way to remind her that she was his—his to have, to hold, and to own.
The plug squirmed in her bottom as she moved position. She’d begged him not to have her wear it, but it had actually become somewhat comforting. Whenever she was nervous, or inclined to forget her new place beside him, the full feeling in her bottom was a reminder that both settled her and kept her out of trouble.
She snuggled up to Mason, rewarded by the calming touch of his firm hand. As long as she had him, it was going to be okay.
Chapter Eight
Three months later…
Elliot looked at herself in the mirror. She was dressed in a white lace wedding gown, a high collar and long veil not entirely hiding the gold band of the collar she had barely ever taken off since Mason slid it around her neck and told her that she was to be his forever.
“You look so pretty, Ellie,” her best friend Miranda cooed, working to twist a few last blonde curls into perfect place. “He’s going to just die when he sees you.”
It was the happiest day of her life, but there were a few dark clouds on the horizon. She had imagined this day as being surrounded by family, but she was the only representative of the Taylor-Chapmans present. Thankfully her girlfriends had rallied and come out from the city in a small mass to primp and pamper her, readying absolutely everything. She had not been alone through the process, but there was still a hole where…
“May I see the bride?” A familiar masculine voice intruded on the feminine proceedings. A voice she had not heard in a long time, but one she had missed terribly.
Elliot let out a little scream of surprise and turned around so quickly Miranda nearly spilled her champagne. Ellie couldn’t believe it. Standing in the door way was Aiden. Aiden as she remembered him. Clean. Well dressed. Clear-eyed, strong, and healthy.
“Hey, little sister,” Aiden smiled, hugging her. “You look beautiful.”
“You’re really here?” She hugged him again, nice and tight just to make sure. “You’re not in trouble anymore?”
“Not with anyone besides those two,” he said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder at the two burly men who she recognized as Steven and Robert, his bodyguards.
“Hello, ma’am,” they said in a rough masculine chorus. Like Aiden, they were dressed in pale gray suits. They made for a very han
dsome trio.
“Hello,” she said, a small blush rising to her cheeks. She hadn’t been at her best last time she’d seen them, and the aftermath… she could feel echoes of it, physical memory making her bottom tingle beneath the silk of her wedding dress. “Thank you for coming, and for bringing Aiden.”
“Hey, I said they had to bring me, or I’d swim across the Pacific,” Aiden smiled. She felt her heart leap at seeing that smile again. It had been so long since she had seen her brother anything other than utterly miserable.
“I think it’s the Atlantic between…”
“It doesn’t matter,” Aiden said, waving her correction away. “I’d have swum across the Antarctic if it meant being here for you.” His blue eyes became serious as he looked at her with something she hadn’t seen in his expression before: remorse. “I’ve never been able to thank you for what you did for me, Ellie. Running to Mav, it saved me. I’ll never be able to make it up to you, what I put you through…”
“Maybe, but I know how you can start,” she smiled, picking up her bouquet. “Walk me down the aisle, Aiden.”
“Father’s not here?” He didn’t seem surprised, sadly.
“Neither of them are. They don’t approve,” she said. “Mason’s money isn’t made the right way, or something like that. Personally, I think they just don’t want to cut their cruise short.”
“Sounds about right,” Aiden snorted, offering her his arm. “Of course I’ll walk you down the aisle. You ready?”
“Ready,” she smiled.
She walked on Aiden’s arm toward the little country chapel where she and Mason were to tie the knot. It was a small, simple wedding, but nature had put on an incredible display of sun and flowers blooming down the path to the church door.
Miranda went first, triggering the wedding march, and as the strains of the familiar tune played for Elliot for the very first—and very last—time, Aiden’s bodyguards followed them, taking up the rear with stolid protective respectful silence as she stepped over the threshold of the chapel, supported by the brother she had given almost everything to save.