Mason (Striking Back #2)

by S. M. Shade

  “It doesn’t seem like a solid idea at the moment,” I admit.

  “So, you’re pissed at him. I’m sure it won’t be the last time. Argue, kick his ass, and move on. He loves you so much, Ev, he’s just an idiot.”

  Mason arrives just in time to hear my snort of laughter. “Why do I feel like I’m being talked about?”

  “Not a total idiot,” I murmur, and Alex laughs. “Thanks for the talk,” I add, kissing him on the cheek.

  “Anytime, honey.” Alex punches Mason in the arm and heads home.

  Mason sits beside me, our placemat of promises in hand. “You have something you want to say?” I demand.

  “I thought you might want to re-read the part about not running and talking about our problems.”

  “I didn’t run.”

  “You were going to.”

  “Maybe we should add I promise not to trick my girlfriend into confronting dead relatives.”

  “Seems awfully specific,” he replies, and I can’t help cracking a grin at his crooked smile. Damn him.

  “You should pay more attention to the honesty and no secrets part.”

  “Touché.”

  “He’s dying, isn’t he? My father?”

  “Yes, he has a couple of months if he’s lucky. I just didn’t want you to regret not talking to him before he dies.”

  I stare intently into his eyes. “Like you’ll regret not talking to your father? Alex told me about the execution.”

  “That’s different.”

  “Bullshit. How would you like it if I blindfolded you and led you to the prison for a surprise visit?”

  His posture shows his stress, his fingers sweeping over his scalp while he bends over, leaning his elbows on his knees. Staring at the floor, he replies, “You’re right. I didn’t see it that way. I shouldn’t have went about it the way I did.”

  “You can’t make my decisions for me. I make my own choices.”

  I’m wrapped tight in his embrace. “I’m sorry. Can you forgive me?”

  My arms tighten around him and I bury my face in his neck. “Yes, I’m sorry I freaked out.”

  “Just run to me, baby, not from me.”

  “I’m still mad at you,” I murmur, and he gives me a cocky grin.

  “You can take it out on me in bed.”

  I smack his chest. “You’re awful!”

  “But you love me.” His kiss is tender and sweet.

  “So much,” I sigh.

  Chapter Twelve

  Mason

  Today is my birthday and judging by the mischievous smile on Evie’s face when Alex mentions it, she has something up her sleeve. “I’ll bring Cody back tomorrow evening,” Alex tells her with a wink.

  “What’s she up to?” I ask Alex when she leaves the room.

  “I’m not ruining her surprise. You’ll see.”

  “Asshole.”

  “Dipshit.”

  Evie vibrates with nervous excitement as we pull onto the interstate. What the hell is she up to? All she would tell me was to pack an overnight bag. I swear if she’s rented a room at one of those bed and breakfast places women always like, I’ll kill Alex for not telling me. Then I’ll run every other guest away by fucking her until she screams the house down. That’s all I really want for my birthday. Unfettered access to her naked sexy body.

  I’m stunned when she parks the car outside a Fantasy Inn. It’s like she read my mind. I’ve seen advertisements for these hotels. Each room is decorated and equipped to play out a specific sexual fantasy. The brochure I read showed rooms set up like a doctor’s office, a jungle, a spaceship, even an old western saloon. “You fulfilling a fantasy, love?” I ask.

  “One of yours. Come on.” Holy shit. What has she got planned? I’m lead through an opulent lobby and into an elevator. Evie grins up at me, nearly shaking with excitement. We exit on the fifth floor and she hesitates outside the suite door.

  Brandishing the key card and a mischievous smile that makes me want to remove her panties with my teeth, she says, “I hope you’re ready for a long naked night.”

  “Open the door before I take you up against it,” I growl, and she giggles. I’m completely floored when we step into a BDSM themed room. Painted a dark gray with deep red furniture, it manages to look intimidating and sexy at the same time. A rack of spanking implements line one wall. Paddles, floggers, riding crops…you name it. Just below the rack is a padded bench, complete with restraints. As I look around the suite, I realize every piece of furniture has carabiners and swivels attached in multiple places to hold restraints.

  “Speechless,” Evie remarks. “I never thought I’d see the day.” Her voice trembles a bit when I turn to gaze at her. “They have a dungeon room, but it seemed like a bit much. This one is sort of BDSM light.” Her shy grin makes her look so young and innocent. “I’m yours to command for the night.”

  Fuck. Me. Every inch of me wants to grab her, strip her naked and wipe the innocent look from her face. Make her scream my name until it’s all she can ever think about. Instead, I slide one arm around her waist and tilt her chin up so I can stare into those gorgeous eyes. “Why do you want to do this?”

  “You like to control me when I’m naked, remember?” A small embarrassed smile graces her lips. “I like it, too.”

  “This is an amazing surprise, sweetheart.”

  “You’re happy?”

  “You always make me happy. Now, let’s talk about the rules,” I tell her, hardening my voice.

  “I’m not calling you Master or Sir,” she warns, and I squeeze her ass.

  “Any other conditions?”

  “No.” Her hands fall to my waist. “I trust you not to hurt me.”

  “Never, baby. All you ever have to do is tell me to stop.”

  “I’m not good at following the rules,” she says, stepping back with a teasing smile. “What happens if I break one?”

  “Then I’ll have to correct you and teach you to behave.”

  “Ooh, a spanking?” Giggling, she moves quickly, dodging me as I pursue her.

  “Test me and find out, love. There are only two rules. One, do what I say without arguing.” Something tells me that’s the one she’ll have the most trouble with. “Two, you aren’t allowed to wear clothes until we leave this room.”

  She stops and stares at me, her jaw on the floor. “I’m not staying naked!”

  I grab her hips and pull her against me, grinding my hard on into her ass as I murmur in her ear. “You’re going to do what I tell you to do. Now, take off your clothes and wait for me on the sofa.”

  Defiance flashes in her eyes, and I have to swallow a chuckle. There’s not an inch of my girl that’s submissive. It makes what she’s doing for me mean so much more. She’s going to struggle to obey, and I’m going to have the time of my life correcting her. I walk away to build a fire in the small fireplace and bump up the thermostat a few degrees so she won’t be cold. I’m going to love seeing her naked all night, watching the blush spread from her chest to her neck and cheeks when I gaze at her.

  When I return, she’s wearing a pair of lace boyshort panties, her arms folded across her bare breasts. Here we go. I yank her panties off and smack her bare ass. “I said naked. Now, come with me.”

  Her eyes widen when I open a cabinet on the wall. It’s full of every sex toy you could imagine, still sealed in their packages. “A sex toy mini bar?” she says with a giggle.

  “Oh, Evie, we are going to have so much fun.” I choose a couple of packages and motion to the sofa. “Go pick a movie.”

  “You want to watch a movie?” she asks, stunned. No, I want to fuck her into next week, but I’m going to make her wait. I’m going to drive her crazy.

  “Yep, let’s relax. Would you like a glass of wine?”

  “Sure, thanks.” I hand her the glass, and we cuddle up on the sofa as the movie begins. I couldn’t even tell you the name of it with her sitting beside me with those hard nipples, waiting for me to touch her. She ke
eps peeking at me, and finally slides a hand up my thigh. “Take your clothes off.”

  “Are you giving me orders?”

  “No,” she sighs.

  “Are you cold?”

  “No, but you could make me sweaty.” Her hand closes over the bulge in my jeans, and I have to picture every hard on killing image I can manage. Rotten meat. Crying babies. Old wrinkled balls. Yeah, that’ll do it.

  “No, you’ll wait.” I grin at her stubborn expression. “Do we need to review the rules?”

  “Are you trying to torture me?”

  “When I’m torturing you, you’ll know it, sweetheart.”

  “Fine,” she grumbles, curling up beside me again. As we watch the movie, I trail a finger up and down her thigh, noting how her breathing stutters. I want her desperate, begging for my cock. She squirms and shifts, trying to get my hand between her legs. Instead, I throw my arm around her shoulder, and she groans.

  A few seconds later, she has a new plan. Sitting back on the couch with her knees bent, she gives me a sideways glance before running a finger between her legs. For a second, I’m mesmerized by the way her head falls back, her soft brown waves spreading over her bare shoulders, her lips parting as she pleasures herself. Shit, I have to get a grip.

  “No touching yourself,” I order pulling her hand away.

  “Damn it, Mason! I want to come.”

  “You’ll come when I tell you to. Who’s in charge?” A moan rattles her chest as I pinch her nipple and slide my hand between her legs. Christ, she’s soaked.

  “You are.”

  “Then behave,” I order, sitting back and removing my hand.

  “Stop torturing me.”

  “Okay, sweetheart, you want torture, you got it.” Grabbing her hand, I lead her to a padded wall where leather cuffs are attached. She doesn’t even try to fight me when I secure her arms and spread her legs before restraining them as well. She wants me to touch her.

  Her skin blooms pink as I stare at her, my gaze climbing and falling over the naked goddess in front of me. Her tongue dives eagerly into my mouth when I kiss her, letting only our mouths touch. “I told you to get naked.”

  “Uh-huh,” she moans, kissing me again.

  “You didn’t obey. So you’ll wait.” The look I get when I step away from her would set a house on fire.

  “Mason! Goddamn it!” She continues to hurl obscenities while I saunter over to the toys and open the packages.

  “Flattery will get you nowhere, Panda,” I call.

  Her eyes land on the two toys in my hand when I return and she asks, “What are you going to do?”

  “Does it ache, love? Are you aching for my cock?”

  “Yes, please.”

  “It’s going to get worse before it gets better,” I growl, dropping to my knees and licking inside her. Squeals fill the room as she pulls on the restraints.

  “Oh fuck! Mason! Yes!”

  I replace my mouth with my fingers. “Have you ever used a vibrator, Evie?” I ask, rubbing her spot while she thrusts into my hand.

  “Yes,” she groans. “They’re too intense. Make me come too fast. Too strong.”

  “We’ll see about that.”

  “No,” she moans as I withdraw my fingers and pick up a g-spot vibrator and a tiny one that clips to my fingertip. She’ll be through the ceiling. I gently slip the g-spot vibe into her, working her spot without turning on the vibration. “Oh god, Mason, so good, don’t stop.” Her head falls back, and I swear I’ve never seen anything so fucking erotic. Her lips are open, her wrists drawn tight against the restraints, her entire body flushed and sweaty.

  “You don’t have permission to come,” I remind her, and she groans in frustration. When I flip on the vibe, her hips thrust forward and she shrieks.

  “It’s too much! I can’t stand it!”

  “Yes, you can. I’m not done with you.” I turn on the fingertip vibe and brush over her clit. The result is fantastic. A tremor runs through her entire body and she screams my name as she comes and comes. Keeping the fingertip vibe on her, I remove the g-spot vibe and kneel in front of her.

  “No more,” she pleads.

  “You came before I told you to. Now, I want another one.”

  “I can’t!”

  “I know you can, baby.”

  Writhing and cursing, my name falls from her lips again and again as I stroke her with the fingertip vibe. “Please, Mason,” she moans.

  I press the vibe against her clit and hold it there and she goes wild, bucking and fighting the restraints until her cries fill the room again. “Are you going to obey?” I ask.

  “Yes,” she whispers, and I relent, tossing the toy aside and untying her arms and legs. She falls into my arms, panting and coated in sweat.

  “Did I hurt you?” I brush her hair from her forehead.

  “No, but don’t let go. I’ve never come that hard.”

  “I’ll never let go.” Sweeping her up in my arms, I carry her to the bed. “My turn now, love. Bend over the bed.” She obeys, and I grab one of the ties attached to the bedpost. In a few seconds she’s bent over the bed, her sexy ass in the air, hands stretched in front of her, trussed up and helpless.

  “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast Evie,” I warn, shoving my pants and underwear down.

  “Oh god.” I know she loves it when I talk dirty to her. When I sink into her, my control disintegrates. My eyes are fixed on her bouncing ass as I drive into her again and again. She’s so fucking tight and hot. My world narrows. All that exists is this woman, panting and crying out as I work her hard.

  She clenches around me as another orgasm seizes her, and it sends me over the edge. When my head clears, I run my hand down her sweaty back, planting a kiss on her right cheek. “Are you okay?”

  “No, you fucked me to death. My vagina is dead. Call a coroner.”

  Chuckling, I pull out and step back to admire her, tied and bent over the bed. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? I’m going to remember this the rest of my life, baby.”

  “Mmm, good. Now untie me.”

  “You giving orders again?” I run a finger between her cheeks, and she stiffens.

  “No,” she whimpers. She’s so afraid of anything anal, and I really want to show her how good it can feel.

  “Relax, my girl. I just want to touch you. I won’t hurt you.”

  Gasping, she pulls on the restraints when I spread her natural lube up and over her little hole. “How’s that feel?” I murmur, rubbing small circles without penetrating her. Fire races across her cheeks. She likes it, but she’s embarrassed. “Answer me, Evie.”

  “Good,” she whispers, pressing her face into the bed.

  When she relaxes again, I press the tip of my finger inside her, and she moans. Working it gently in and out, a little deeper each time, I murmur, “That feels even better, doesn’t it?”

  “Yes, but I don’t think I can come again. I’m done in.”

  Sliding my finger out, I reply, “I just wanted to show you there’s nothing to fear.”

  She shakes the feeling back into her hands when I untie her and grins up at me. “What now?”

  “Now you let me take care of you. Let’s have a bath.”

  Evie sits between my legs and leans back against my chest as I draw the wet cloth across her skin. “Mmm, feels like my birthday,” she remarks with a soft smile.

  “You like being my love slave.” It amuses me that she’s so independent, so hard headed, yet in the bedroom gets turned on by being dominated. She hates that she loves it, and I can’t resist teasing her.

  “I love being with you.”

  “Same here, love.” I caress her soft wet skin, and we spend long minutes just enjoying each other with only the sounds of our breathing and the lapping of the water breaking the silence.

  “Sweetheart?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Have you given any more thought to speaking with your father?”

  Her shoulders ri
se and fall on a deep sigh. “He gave me away, let me think he was dead.”

  “I know,” I reply, despising the sound of hurt in her voice.

  “Are you going to talk to your father?”

  “No.”

  “But you think I should? No hypocrisy there.”

  “Your father didn’t murder anyone, Evie.”

  Her fingers thread through mine. “You don’t know that. You said he was in the mob. He probably killed people.”

  She’s got a point. “Did he ever hurt you?”

  “No, not that I remember, but he threw me away. Why should I give a shit that he wants to see me now?”

  I shift her to sit on my thigh so I can see her face. “You don’t do it for him. You do it for you. To ask questions and get closure.”

  “And you don’t need that?”

  “I was there when he killed her. I don’t have anything to say to him. There’s nothing he can say.”

  Nodding, she lays her head on my shoulder. “I understand. You can talk to me about it anytime, Mason, you know that? I can just listen.”

  “I know, sweet girl.”

  Grinning up at me, she changes the subject. “I’m starving. Are you going to feed me before you defile me again?”

  “There’s a steakhouse across the street,” I suggest.

  “I’ll have to get dressed. You’ll need to put your alpha tendencies on hold.”

  “I don’t know. There’s a brand new butt plug in there you could wear,” I taunt, knowing full well she’d never go for it.

  “Ha!” Water runs down her plump little ass when she stands to step out of the tub, and I can’t resist a squeeze.

  “Vibrating panties?” I call after her as she heads for the bedroom, wrapped in a towel.

  “Never going to happen, Reed!”

  I’m going to marry this woman.

  It was, hands down, the best birthday of my life. After dinner we experimented with some of the other instruments. I wish I had a picture of her bent over and strapped to the spanking bench, her upturned ass round and pink.

  We play with the thin paddle and a flogger, both lightweight and not too painful. I could never hurt her or make her cry, but watching her squirm around, not knowing whether I’m going to spank or pleasure her damn near makes me come in my pants. Spank bank material for the rest of my life.