My arousal spiked at his tone, “Yes,” I replied with a heavy swallow.
He grinned, slowly slid his zip down and took out his huge stiff cock. “Clothes, Miss Stone,” he reminded me. I gulped, unable to remove my eyes from his actions.
I dropped my shirt beside me and his eyes lowered to my heavy breasts. “You have such pretty tits, Ava,” he moaned as he continued to masturbate.
“Trousers,” he told me and I quickly removed them, now just stood in my black lacy thong. “So fucking beautiful,” he whispered. “Come here.” I walked slowly over to him, my eyes still on what was happening in his lap. “Take them off.” I slid my fingers into the strings and pulled, snapping them off. A loud growl left Mason’s throat and my pussy wept at the sound. “God, what you do to me,” he grated through his tense jaw. “On your knees.” My breath hitched and I slid to my knees in front of him. “Good girl.” He continued to stroke himself, his eyes never leaving my face. “Do you want my dick in your mouth Ava? Do you want me to fuck that dirty mouth of yours?” I moaned at his words. “Yeah? You want it, Ava?” he asked huskily and I knew he was struggling to hold back.
“Yes, I want you to fuck my dirty mouth,” I breathed harshly.
I noticed his cock twitch at my words and he shuffled forward in the chair. “Open those lush pink lips, baby,” he demanded on another growl.
I did as he asked and he rested the swollen head on my bottom lip. “Hands behind your back.” I looked up at him through my eyelashes, “Now!”
I was practically coming apart; my need for his cock to slip between my lips was now an urgent need so I clasped my fingers behind my back and my reward was instant as he slid himself between my lips. “Mmm,” I murmured around him and he jerked at the vibration. His hands gripped my hair to hold my head still as he slid in and out of my mouth.
“Take it all, baby,” he snarled as his thrusts became more frantic and urgent. He was increasing his plunges and speed but still held back enough not to make me gag.
“More,” I demanded as I loosened my throat.
“Fuck yeah,” he hissed as he drove to the back of my throat. “Fucking suck me harder.” I did as instructed, sucking and slurping him deeply. “Shit baby, I’m gonna come in your fucking throat” he roared as he shot his load, filling my mouth and throat with his warm yummy cum. He jerked and twitched inside me, moaning my name as he came.
Pulling out he looked down at me. “I think you deserve a reward for that.” I smiled up at him expectantly, my hands still locked behind me as I knelt before him. “Go bend over the bed,” he ordered and I practically fell over myself in my haste to do as he asked, my excitement and arousal now soaring.
I bent over and clasped the duvet in my fingers. My breath hitched as he wrapped something around my eyes, plunging me into blackness and then it was all pure sensation. His finger swept over my groove and he hissed. “You’re soaked, baby. You need me to take care of that throb for you?” he asked as his tongue swept over every inch of my back.
“Yes, please Mason. I need to come, make me come hard.”
I jolted as his hand cracked my bottom. “I don’t take orders,” he growled in my ear as he rubbed a finger against the crack of my bottom. I moaned as he slid a finger in me and circled it, stretching my walls. I ground my hips against him; my need was virtually making me sob.
His hand slapped my buttock again. “Keep still.”
I moaned loudly as he slipped another finger in. “God, yes,” I groaned as I felt his tongue flick at my engorged clit.
“Don’t come until I tell you,” he ordered and a sob erupted from my throat.
“I don’t . . . Ahhhh Goddd,” I breathed as he slipped his fingers out and inserted one into my backside as his tongue laboured relentlessly on me. “Mason, please,” I begged.
“Not yet,” he ordered and I pushed my bottom further onto his finger.
My legs and spine tingled with electricity as I tried to hold back the climax that I knew would bring me to my knees. “Fuck me damn it!” I growled as I pushed back onto him again. A harsh slap landed on my ass and I whimpered. “Mason . . . I can’t hold it . . . I need to . . .” I hissed as he slipped a finger into my pussy as his other finger worked my anus and his lips sucked at my nub.
It was too much; the overload of sensation was taking my air away and leaving me unable to breathe. “Now, Ava,” he ordered and I screamed in release. My climax surged through me intensely and my knees buckled as I screamed again. “FUCK!” I cried as my body let go around me. He wrapped his arms around me to catch me before I landed in a heap on the floor.
He pulled me onto his lap and removed the blindfold as he held me tight until my body stopped trembling and the blood returned to my limbs.
“Jesus Christ,” I panted, “That was one of the best. You have succeeded in your monthly mission, Mr Fox.”
He laughed. “Back at ya.” He laid me on the bed and pulled me into him, nuzzling my hair. “You gonna tell me who you’re meeting now.”
I smiled to myself, “Nope.”
He rolled over and pinned me beneath him as he lightly stroked across my ribs, “You sure baby?” He smirked as one finger dug into my ribs and I jerked.
“Uh-huh.”
I wrapped my legs around him, making it more difficult for him to tickle me. “Ava . . .” he warned and I pursed my lips.
“I’m meeting a man,” I told him, biting my lip as another finger joined the first to start the torture. I clamped down further, my heels digging into his backside and I felt his erection press into my stomach. “Jesus, you need to tame that monster.” I giggled as a whole hand of fingers now began relentlessly tickling. “Mason, please,” I squealed as the tears rolled.
“Tell me then,” he chuckled as I wriggled and bucked underneath him.
I had now resorted to snorting and groaning against his unyielding punishment. “Oh God stop,” I begged.
“Tell me, baby,” he laughed.
“I’m meeting Gary,” I shouted, trying to catch a breath.
His fingers slowed a little but still persecuted me. “And who’s Gary?” he demanded with his eyebrows high, “Hmmm?”
He started to brutalize my ribs again and I groaned. “He’s a friend from my childhood.”
Mason stopped immediately as he stared at me. “What?” he asked incredulously as he reared back to regard me.
“You are such a jealous bastard,” I grinned and sat up.
“Come on, tell me,” he said excitedly as he knelt back on his heels. I stroked his cheek and smiled softly at him, his excitement for me warmed my heart.
“He’s a business associate of Nate’s, we had lunch last week and he recognised me, apparently his dad and my dad were best friends and we were always hanging out. I don’t remember much but his parents want to meet up with me.” I nibbled furiously on my finger, my stomach flipping at what they would want to discuss. Mason frowned at me.
“Why are you nervous baby?” I shrugged. “Tell me,” he urged as he took both of my hands in his, his head tipped to the side in puzzlement.
“Well Gary said we were all really close and they tried to adopt me when my parents died but they were turned down and . . . and . . . well they’re gonna ask all sorts of awkward questions aren’t they.” I sucked in my lips and frowned at even some basic questions that would be difficult to answer.
Mason sighed and cupped my face. “Baby, you have nothing . . . nothing to be ashamed of. Be proud of who you are, Ava. You wouldn’t be the most utterly amazing woman that you are if you hadn’t been dealt the hand in life you were given. You pulled through every single piece of shit and you are now a beautiful, intelligent, strong and caring person because of it,” he said softly. “You are my little warrior,” he whispered as he leant in and kissed me softly. He closed his eyes and rested them on my forehead as if he wanted to suck the shame and doubt out of me, take my all my apprehensions and bury them deep inside him. I framed his face with my hands.
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“Will you come with me?” I asked hesitantly.
“Of course,” he smiled and kissed me again gently. “I’ll pick you up from work about 11:30.” He stood up and slipped his clothes on.
“I’m going to sleep now, I’m exhausted,” I told him as I curled up.
He nodded and kissed my forehead. “Sleep, I’ve got some calls to make and then I’ll be up, love you baby,” he said tenderly as he stroked my cheek.
“And me, you,” I whispered as I drifted before he’d even left the room.
“Hello sweetheart.” His lip curled as his eyes roamed over my bruised and beaten body. He came closer, his rancid breath tickling my cheek. “Do you need it rough and filthy Ava, is that why you’ve come back to me?” He chuckled that evil cackle he had that froze the marrow in my bones.
“Dane, please,” I begged as he slipped behind me. I tensed, wondering what torture and punishment he was preparing.
“Hey, Baby,” Mason’s’ voice came from the shadows and I frowned.
“Mason?” I whispered, frantically scanning the darkened corners. “Where are you, baby?” I asked desperately. “Please help me, Mason.”
I gasped as I felt Dane press into my back, his hard penis pushing in between my buttocks. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, willing my brain to shut down and take me away from here into my own peaceful dream world.
“Ava,” Mason whispered. I opened my eyes and jolted, his face was inches from mine.
“Mason, help me,” I rasped when I felt Dane push further into me.
“Easy baby, just relax and I promise you’ll enjoy it.” He smiled and palmed my cheek.
I frowned deeply. “What?” I asked, confusion and uncertainty restricting my lungs.
“You’re gonna love it baby, Dane up your arse and me pounding that delicious cunt of yours.”
My eyes widened as I realised what was happening. Mason took his erection in his hand and started working himself. “Mason? What the hell are you doing?”
He just grinned, “Easy, baby.” He took a step closer and I took a step back, my back pushing further into Dane.
“Please don’t,” I whimpered and Dane cackled behind me.
“But you’re such a filthy little whore Ava, you’ll love it.”
I stepped to the side ready to run but Mason grabbed the tops of my arms and held me firm. “Keep still,” he demanded and I frowned.
The first crack of the whip on my back took my breath away; the second stole the support of my legs and the third tore the scream from my throat. “Fuck baby, you’re so hot when you scream.” Mason laughed and Dane lashed again, the crack of the whip loud in the silence of the room. I screamed again as Mason appeared to be holding the poker and I shook my head hysterically.
“Please don’t,” I pleaded but he flipped his head back and laughed.
“God, we’re gonna have so much fun.”
I was panting now, struggling against the restraints I wasn’t even aware had bound me to the hook. I heard the keening sound from far away as Mason placed the poker against my breast, the sound of my skin crackling and singeing was flooded out by the buzzing in my ears, a loud whining sound that made my head hum.
“Fuck, this is making me hard,” Dane cackled and another scream erupted from my throat as the poker welded to the skin of my neck.
“Noooooooo” . . .
“Baby please,” Mason shook me and my eyes flew open.
I panicked and scuttled up the bed. “No, don’t touch me,” I cried as my heart pounded too quickly against my chest. I shook my head at him and then punched him forcefully in the face.
“Fuck!” he hissed as he shot backwards, unready for the pummelling I was now giving him, “God damn it, Ava.” He gripped my arms and shook me. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he yelled as I panted, my eyes wild and large. “Ava,” he said softly now, “Baby?”
I shook my head in a panic as my lungs finally filled with much needed air. “Mason?” I wheezed as my eyes welled.
He huddled me up, holding me tightly against him. “Shush, baby,” he whispered in my ear as a long drawn out whine came from my throat. “I’m here baby, it was just a dream.” He stroked my hair as his other hand rubbed my back.
“You okay?” he asked when I started to calm. I gulped and nodded faintly, “Was it about Dane?” I tensed and nodded again, not giving him anymore details. He pulled us down onto the bed and pulled the duvet up around us. “Go back to sleep, I’m here,” he whispered and I just nodded again.
I lay awake for a long time after Mason drifted, trying to make sense of my dream. I wasn’t frightened of Mason at all. I know he had hurt me at the weekend but it wasn’t intentional, he had just got more intense because of the drugs but there was still something about the dream that had me regarding Mason sceptically as he slept.
I traced the contours of his face with the tip of my finger, amazed and appreciative of his magnificence. The strong chiselled jaw covered with a layer of stubble that made him look entirely hot bad boy, the boldness of his cheekbones against the straight outer lines of his face. The now slightly crooked nose that seemed just perfect for his stunning looks and the way his long, soft dark eyelashes flickered against his lightly scarred skin; he was pure unadulterated godliness full of sin and delicious wickedness and I loved him more than life itself but there was something that prickled beneath the surface of my skin, an itch in my brain and a shiver in my bones that I couldn’t shake off and I shuddered beside him.
He moaned and his arm enveloped me and pulled my into him, his wonderful spicy muskiness assaulted my nostrils and I breathed in deep lungful’s of him, calming me instantly and I frowned at my reservations.
What the hell was wrong with me? Why was I suddenly having these unwanted doubts? I couldn’t bear to be apart from him; I craved him constantly, my body shutting down without him as my lungs refused to inhale so these thoughts were completely baffling me.
I closed my eyes, trying to drift back to sleep but within another thirty minutes my brain was still in overload and I flung the duvet back, pulled on my shorts and vest and went in search of coffee.
CHAPTER 23
“HEY,” I GREETED quietly to Neo as I entered the kitchen, not wanting to startle him.
He looked up from his iPad and grinned, “Hey, can’t sleep?” I shook my head and held up a mug. He nodded and carried on furiously typing.
I brewed the coffee and pulled out ingredients for a chocolate cake, the need to bake and obliterate my thoughts. As I weighed and whisked and stirred I felt Neo appear behind me. “You okay?” I just nodded but didn’t speak. “You sure?” he persisted and I nodded again.
I slapped his hand away when his finger scooped into the batter and he chuckled, “Damn you make good cake mixture.” Another finger dipped and I spun round, brandishing the gloopy wooden spoon as a weapon, “One more move and your nose gets it,” I warned playfully.
He grinned cheekily, his eyes lighting up with mischief as he took a step closer to the bowl. “Bring it on.” He laughed as he swiftly gouged a huge portion of mixture and darted round the table, me hot on his trail trying to smack him with the spoon. “Not fast enough, Darling,” he chuckled as we rounded the table on each other.
I narrowed my eyes on him and pursed my lips as I leaped onto the chair, onto the table and off the other end as he hot footed it into the lounge.
We were both laughing hysterically as he shot behind the sofa, me closely behind him and then back towards the door as I hurdled over the couch to catch up.
I was giggling wildly as I skidded barefoot across the hardwood floor in the entrance hall and slammed straight into a stony faced Mason. “Shit,” I squealed when I realised I couldn’t catch up with Neo now. “Hey baby,” I laughed, “get him.” I chuckled to Mason as I headed off towards Neo again.
I slammed back against Mason as he grabbed the back of my vest and the spoon skittered out of my hand and onto the floor. “HA!” Neo decla
red victorious and I narrowed my eyes on him.
“You made me lose,” I scolded Mason who had still to utter a single word. I saw Neo’s wary expression and I furrowed my brow and looked over my shoulder to Mason. His face was dark and surly as his eyes bore coldly into Neo. “Mason?” I asked apprehensively and he slowly lowered his eyes to mine.
“What are you doing?” he demanded slowly and quietly.
“Well . . .” I gulped. “I’m sorry, did we wake you?” I asked, knowing that wasn’t the problem.
He glared at me and I lowered my eyes from the anger blazing through his. “Why are you chasing Neo around the house in your fucking pyjamas?” he hissed and I flinched.
“I couldn’t sleep so I . . . I was baking and he . . . he kept pinching the mixture from the . . .” I trailed off when Mason cocked an eyebrow at me.
“In your pyjamas?” he repeated and I nodded faintly.
“My fault,” Neo defended as he walked over to us. Mason’s head slid round deliberately to regard Neo and he tipped his head with a sinister expression on his face.
Neo stepped back and raised his hands. “Hey, didn’t mean to cause offence, I was just trying to cheer Ava up, she looked a bit down,” he confessed and I suddenly felt angry at Mason’s unreasonable treatment to Neo.
“Mason,” I said firmly and he looked back at me, his eyes cold and hard and I narrowed my eyes on him, a horrible thought spearing my brain. I gasped as I saw his nose twitch. “Fuck!” I hissed as I bit my lip harshly. I saw his Adam’s apple bob as he gulped.
“Unbelievable! Well that lasted long!” I seethed angrily. I could see Neo’s head switching between the two of us as my fury slowly rose and I clenched my fists as I took some deep steady breaths. “Where is it?” I asked through clenched teeth. Mason’s eyes widened when he realised I knew and he nibbled furiously on his bottom lip. “I asked where it is!” I repeated icily but he stood stock still and silent.
I was now struggling to contain my wrath, my lungs filling too rigorously with each deep inhalation. “Tell me,” I demanded quietly but he still stood immobile. “THERE ARE FUCKING CHILDREN IN THIS HOUSE! NOW FUCKING TELL ME!” I roared. He flinched and closed his eyes. “One more chance Mason, the coke leaves or you do,” I ordered and he frowned, his internal struggle obvious across his features.
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