Page 40 of The Real Mason
Jerk. He knows what I want, but it’s far too sinful to speak. I shift my legs farther apart, hoping it’s enough encouragement.
The flogger falls across my stomach, tugging the weight of the jewel so my nipples burn. The words hover in my throat, but I just can’t.
I silently beg the best I can, pleading in my mind.
He nips my bottom lip and rains a series of light whips over my skin, everywhere but where I long for it the most. I swallow hard against the rising thought—one lick of those fine strips of leather against my clit, and I’ll burst.
I open my legs even wider, whimpering as my arms ache. My hands hurt from the strain of being locked together, but I refuse to drop my position. I’m too terrified he’ll stop, and I’ll fall to the floor and beg.
There’s something scary about this relentless need, but I throb too damn much to care.
He pauses to watch me with heavy lids. “You’re going to have to ask me.”
“I can’t,” I breathe.
He raises one brow. “I see. Well, in that case, you should be down on your knees with my cock in your mouth.”
I drop like a stone, the weight of the crystal pulling my nipples so my empty pussy contracts. For one brief moment I think I’ll tumble over the edge right then and there.
He chuckles. “Aren’t you eager?”
Heat suffuses my cheeks, which seems ridiculous given the circumstances. I raise my chin and wait for instructions.
He strokes my cheek, and his gaze softens. “God, I do love you, Anna.”
Tears of joy spring to my eyes. I want to say the words, but my throat is too tight to speak.
Another caress across my skin. “First I’m going to fuck your mouth. Then I’m going to fuck your cunt.” No asking. Telling.
I lick my lips and open.
“Good girl,” he growls. “You just open up and let me do all the work.”
My lashes flutter closed as his erection nudges between my lips. His hot, steely length enters my mouth. Unlike before, I don’t fight it, don’t try to take control, don’t gobble him up.
Instead, I surrender to where he wants me to go.
A low, rumbling moan. “Jesus. Yes, that’s perfect. Take me in a little farther.”
His grip tightens in my hair as he thrusts into my mouth.
I relax my throat. My tongue. The muscles in my jaw. I give up the last remnant of control and let him use me as he desires.
Everything melts away. And it’s pure heaven.
It fills up a place inside me I hadn’t known was empty.
My lips touch the hand he’s wrapped around his shaft to keep me from gagging—protecting me even in his absolute command.
A thump sounds as the flogger he held drops to the floor. He jerks, his hips picking up speed as he increases his pace. He twists my hair around his fist. “Keep going. That’s right. You’re going to be doing this a lot, girl.”
Pleasure at his words, at pleasing him, fills me. I increase my suction.
He thrusts harder.
Moans louder.
The head of his cock hits the back of my throat.
