23. Chapter 23
Jinx
After my shower, I sit cross-legged on my coffee table, sipping coffee as I watch Mason, who’s still sleeping.
He looks so fucking cute with his rumpled waves, wrinkled clothes, and pouting bottom lip.
He must have been really tired to still be sleeping.
My couch is super comfortable, too. I spent a lot of money on it.
As much as I love having him in my house, after spending so much time at his, he looks a little out of place here, like he should always be surrounded by the finer things.
Thanksgiving turned out perfectly yesterday. The turkey was moist, the pies weren’t burnt, and the food was good. Even better, everyone was nice to Mason. Too bad I fell asleep through my favorite movie, but I was way too comfortable on his lap, his warmth spreading through me.
I’m falling for him. It scares me a little. No, it scares me a lot. Not only because it’s fast, but if I tell him, I’m terrified he’ll find something wrong with me and end things. My ego has been battered over the past couple of years.
Orange Crush, who was screaming at my door this morning, jumps on top of Mason and stares at him. I stifle a laugh. He’s just mad because he couldn’t sleep with me last night.
The pets mostly belong to Aleks since he’s obsessed, but Orange has kind of adopted me as hers.
Mason stirs awake, his eyes fluttering open to find a cat staring him down.
“Uhm…”
“Morning,” I say, setting my mug down and hefting the cat into my arms. “She felt you’d slept long enough.”
“Is that a fact?”
“Yep.”
Mason sits up, yawns, and stretches. “What time is it?”
“It’s after nine.”
“Jesus, so late?”
“I was up earlier because I had to tend to the horses, not that this ass clown here will ever let me sleep in.” I kiss the cat on the head and set her down. She scampers off to her food bowl and munches on her kibble.
“You’re even showered.”
“Well, I was covered in horse shit. You can take one. I have a spare towel. It’s small, but the water pressure will wake you right up.”
Mason stands and stretches again. “I left my bag in the main house.”
I nod my head toward the door to my place. “It’s there. I brought it in earlier. There’s fresh coffee, too.”
He leans forward and presses a kiss to my cheek. “Thank you, Precious.”
I watch his ass move as he walks over to grab his bag. “Fix me a cup for when I get out of the shower.”
“Yessir,” I say, smiling, glad that we’re back on our sessions. “But I expect playtime when you’re done.”
Mason peeks from the bathroom door, raises a brow, and smirks. “I’m eager to be in that ass of yours. Be sure you’ve earned it, though.”
“I’ve been a saint,” I yell back as he closes the door behind him.
“That you have, Precious.”
I smile, hop off the table, and strip out of my clothes. I head to my kitchen and pull out some oats and blueberries to make him breakfast. I ate earlier, but only a little because I’m ready to get pounded.
By the time Mason’s showered, shaved, and teeth brushed, I have his meager meal ready with a steaming cup of coffee, just the way he likes it.
He’s wearing a pair of joggers and a form-fitting T-shirt. I wish he were naked, too, but such is our dynamic.
When he sits at the small table, I plop onto his lap. He smiles at me and pats my ass, partially hanging off his thighs.
“I’m going to feed you,” I tell him.
I scoop up a spoonful of oatmeal with honey and blueberries and bring it to his mouth. He takes a bite, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Thank you, my pet.” It’s a weird rush to please him. I get high on it. However, it can be just as fun to be a brat and get punished.
I hand him his mug, and he takes a sip, then I feed him another bite.
“You’re being especially good this morning,” he says when he finishes his breakfast. “You must really want to be rewarded.”
“I definitely want you inside me.”
I reach for the small box, sitting on the chair next to me, out of his sight. He takes the proffered box and looks at me questioningly. “I thought I was the one who was supposed to get you gifts.”
“This is something for us.”
The box is unwrapped, so he just lifts the lid and takes out the chain with the velvet strap. “Jinx, is this a leash?”
I nod and swallow. “Yeah.”
“Are you sure?” He tugs on the ring around my chain. “Because this can just be for us, but we don’t actually have to use it.”
“I want to. I want more. Every time we do this together, I feel more and more whole. My past doesn’t control me as much as it used to. It’s there, and it’ll never go away, but I feel stronger each time. You’re reminding me every day that I can find safety in sex.”
He cups my face and pulls me into a much-too-short kiss. “This… Jesus, it means so much to me. Your trust. I’m… you’re inspiring.”
I bite my bottom lip and smile, nodding at the box. “There’s more.”
Mason takes out the silk blindfold next. “Christ, Jinx… I don’t know what to say. You have every right to fight against such things. I just… Wow.”
My heart is racing at his excitement. He’s obviously pleased. “I thought long and hard about this. I want you to be happy.”
He shakes his head and kisses my cheek. “I’m very happy. You didn’t have to do this to prove anything to me. Just the thought that you even did this leaves me… breathless.”
I finger the cold chain of the leash. “Will you speak Italian to me as you fuck me?”
“Naturalmente, lo farò. Qualsiasi cosa per te.”
“That’s so freakin’ hot. What’d you say?”
“Of course, I will. Anything for you.”
His hazel eyes gleam with pleasure. Fuck, I love making him happy, like I have this superpower in my hands. I’ve never been able to make others happy. Now, here I am, with this gorgeous man, who’s so damn easy to please. And he likes me back, or I think he does. He seems to.
I lift the leash and clip it to the ring on my necklace. “I’m your dog now,” I say.
“What color, Precious? I need you to be completely on board.”
I love how he always checks in on me.
“Green.” I make sure my tone makes it clear that I have no doubts. It always makes me a bit nervous, but I know at the end of it, I’ll be blanketed by comfort and pleasure. Mason gives me no reason to be afraid.
Still, triggers can happen at any time, and you don’t always know until they hit, but he’ll hold me through them.
“We’ll wait on the blindfold. And before you start arguing, which I can see in those lovely eyes of yours, we need to take one step at a time. Let’s see how you do with the leash first. Don’t rush things. We have all the time in the world.”
I relent. He’s right, but I also want him to be pleased. A freak out will just ruin the moment, anyway.
I nod in agreement.
“When we’re both ready, I’ll make sure you feel only pleasure. I’ll heighten your arousal through gentle stimulation.”
“Sounds really nice.”
Mason stands and takes me with him, carrying me in his arms before setting me down on my feet.
It feels so safe and protective. I don’t wait for him to order me when I drop to my knees like a good dog.
I don’t want him to tell me no, that I’m not ready.
This is something new for me, so I don’t feel the expected triggers. Only trust in my Dom.
Uncertainty flashes in his eyes, but switches to determination. I know he’s doing it for me more than for himself. He squats and picks up the strap, gently tugging on the leash.
I crawl across my apartment to the other side, where my bed is. Mason sits and pats the mattress. I climb onto it and sit next to him, back on my knees.
Mason yanks on the leash, pulling me closer to him. We’re face-to-face as he watches for any signs of discomfort.
“I really like this,” he says before his lips are on mine, hard and forceful as he claims ownership, full of tongue and nips. My dick quickly swells. He keeps kissing me, deeper and harder, pushing me onto my back, still tugging on the leash.
“Are you prepped… for me? Did you… ready yourself when… you showered?” he asks between kisses.
“Yes… my body is yours.”
Mason pulls back and sits up. “Get me undressed and lube my cock.”
I sit up and lie across his lap as I reach for the bottle in my nightstand drawer. He gently pats my ass, then rubs it. When I relax on him, wanting to be touched some more, he tugs on the leash again. “Sit up and do as I asked you.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He doesn’t let go of the leash as we stand, and I reach for the hem of his T-shirt, pulling it over his head.
I toss it to the floor and drag my fingers across his skin and through his chest hair.
Down I go until I reach the elastic band of his joggers.
As I fall to my knees, I take his pants and underwear with me and pull them off his feet, throwing them with his shirt.
I reach for the bottle on the bed and squirt some oil into my hand before slathering it over his cock.
Once Mason feels he’s ready, he tugs me to stand and pushes me onto the bed.
I scoot back, and he climbs on top of me, staring down at me like I’m his next meal.
It makes me feel sexy and wanted. And he does, doesn’t he?
He accepts all of me. All my faults and imperfections.
He sees what lies deep inside and cares about me anyway. And I love him for it.
He sits between my legs and pushes one back, exposing my hole.
“I’m ready,” I remind him.
Holding his cock, he nudges the tip on my rim, then gently pushes in. My eyes close, and I breathe deeply as he slowly stretches and fills me. There’s a slight burn, but I adapt quickly.
Once he’s fully seated, he takes the end of the leash and wraps the chain around his wrist until there are only a few inches left close to my throat. It’s not tight. He’s not hurting me in the slightest. Mason is always careful.
His cock pulses inside me, while mine is leaking onto my lower stomach. I fucking love the sensation and how he fills me perfectly as if his cock was made for my ass. I’d never enjoyed anal sex until Mason.
“Perfect fit. Always. My gorgeous pet. My gorgeous Precious. You’re so good for me, even when you’re being a brat.”
“Really?”
He nods slowly. “Especially so because I know you’re doing it just for me.”
“I am. Yes.”
“Il mio bellissimo disastro.”
“I can guess that one… ‘My beautiful disaster.’
He slowly rolls his hips, grazing over the spot that makes my toes curl. My legs butterfly, opening myself more to him as he pulls out and sinks back in harder and faster. His jaw is clenched, and his gorgeous eyes stay on mine.
I feel consumed by him. Adored, just as he told me in Italian. That reminds me… “Keep talking to me in Italian, Daddy. Say something.”
His lips curve crookedly. “I’ve created a monster.
Very well… Sei la mia sottomessa perfetta.
Sei bellissima. Voglio molto di più. Ti voglio per sempre.
” He doesn’t stop thrusting, panting out the words.
I have no idea what he said, but the words fill my soul with love.
There’s something beautiful about them. I also know he’s only telling me sweet things. Sexy things.
“What does that mean?”
Instead of answering, he smothers my mouth in a sweaty kiss, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I wish I could hold him. Claw at his back. But I like him controlling me, too.
When he comes up for air, his face only inches from mine, he says, “It means, ‘You’re my perfect submissive. You’re beautiful. I want so much more. I want you forever.’”
Forever.
I hadn’t expected those last words—a lump forms in my throat from them. I don’t feel worthy or perfect at all. But I also believe him. Mason would never lie to me.
And he wants me forever. I fucking want the same. For the first time in my life, I’ve found my person. I’ve finally found what Aleks has with Julien.
He kisses me again, almost violently as he pounds into my ass.
“Let me touch you, sir. Please.”
He sits up, his waves growing damp from the sweat, and lifts my arms, pulling out the chain, then unclipping it from my throat.
He tosses it somewhere with a crash, and when he starts moving again, my hands are instantly on him.
They cling to his sweaty skin, and my legs wrap around his back, pulling him deeper inside.
He’s close. I can feel it. The swelling and heat spread through me. I’m desperate to come, but I push back the growing pressure. Only he can tell me when to come.
Soon, hot spurts pulse. Mason’s face is now buried in my neck, grunting and sporadically thrusting. One hand is gripping my ass, the other is gripping my hair. I feel full, marked… loved.
“Fanculo a me… Fuck me.”
When his softening cock slips out, he doesn’t fall on top of me, breathing heavily and growing numb like he usually does. Instead, he sits up, shoves my legs back, and watches his cum spill.
He leans back and down, pushing me even further back, before swiping his tongue over my hole.
“Oh, fuck…” I rasp. “Felching is fucking hot.”
Even though I’m turned on like hell and need to come, his tongue also relaxes me as I melt into my mattress.
When I’m all clean of his cum, he sits up, licking his lips, smirking. “Ready to come, my pet?”
I huff at him because, duh, yeah, I need to come.
He chuckles deviously, but if I think he’s going to tease and edge the hell out of me, I’m mistaken, happily so. Mason swallows me whole, using his expert tongue along my length, bobbing his head. He doesn’t take his time, sensing how desperate I am and rewarding me for being so good.
When the pressure is too much, I let go, throwing my head back. A loud and prolonged groan escapes me as I come. Mason swallows all that I give him, milking me until I’ve got nothing left. I jolt and tremble from the overstimulation, and I have to make him stop.
He rests his body on me, our hearts racing against each other. It’s one of my favorite things after sex, like we’ve become one being. His body is a heavy and protective blanket. Nothing can touch me. Nothing can hurt me. Not while I’m with Mason.
“I’m Tyler,” I tell him, the name slipping from my lips as if it’s nothing, when it’s everything. I fucking hate the name. Loathe it. It doesn’t represent who I am at all. But Mason should know.
He suddenly sits up; his hazel, gem-like eyes are wide. “What? Is that your real name?”
I nod, feeling awkward as fuck at telling him, now wishing the bed would swallow me whole. It’s one of my last secrets. He now knows everything about me except for the details about what happened to Aleks because of me.
“It’s the worst name.”
“It’s not at all. Thank you for telling me.”
“Just… don’t call me that. I just wanted you to know.”
He leans down and pecks my lips. “We could call you something like… Tazio. It’s a strong, Italian name.”
“God, that’s so much better. Thanks for that, but I think I’ll keep Jinx.” I smirk and shrug. “It keeps me mysterious. Honestly, I know the name is about misfortune and bad luck. It’s kind of fitting.”
“But you’re not about misfortune. You’re my good luck, my ‘buona fortuna.’”
I smile and reach for his face, touching his coarse scruff. “I like being your good luck.” He makes me almost believe it.