28. Chapter 28
Jinx
Italy was amazing. I want to go back again and again to explore all of it. Maybe we can even visit Spain or Portugal. I’d love to spend time by the Mediterranean Sea during the summer months when it’s hot. Now to get over my fear of flying…
Vernazza was amazing, too. The water was so deep blue and crystal clear. I loved the colorful buildings on the cliffside. We visited all five fishing villages, but Vernazza was where we stayed. When it was over, we flew out of Milan and back home.
While I loved our vacation, it’s nice to be back.
I missed Waffle and riding her. I wear my new jacket and cowboy hat Mason got me for Christmas as I stretch her legs, running her along the trail by the river, my absolute favorite.
It’s freeing, feeling the cold air rush through me, the fresh air cleansing my lungs, and the sun turning everything bright.
As we trot through a wooded area, I pull the scarf over my face, now shivering.
When we reach my spot, I jump off Waffle.
I tie her reins to a low-hanging tree branch and grab a few rocks by the riverbank.
The water is rushing from melting snow, clear and clean.
You can see the brown and rainbow trout swimming around.
I hold my arm over my head and back before tossing the rock as far as I can across the river.
I usually come out here if I need to think, but my brain has been really quiet lately.
For the first time, I’m truly thinking about a future beyond college and a potential career.
I’m finally daring to dream about a life with love.
Tonight, when I see Mason again, I’ll remind him that I have the money to invest in that property in Siena.
I really want it. We could fix it up together, and I’ve learned a lot about house repairs and shit since living here.
Julien hires out for the hard stuff, like electrical or plumbing, but we try to do most of it ourselves.
He didn’t want us relying on money alone. We’ve also been learning to invest.
I have enough money to buy it myself, but I’d like to go in with Mason and have a place that’s all ours. I want to show him that I belong to him, and he belongs to me.
Before I can throw another rock, my phone buzzes in my jacket pocket. I pull it out to read a message from Mason.
Daddy: Are you ready to be good for me tonight?
Me: More than ready.
Daddy: I miss you already.
I smile at that. It was hard to leave him to come back home after spending every waking moment together for a week in Italy.
Me: I fucking miss you, too.
Yeah, I swore on purpose.
Daddy: Naughty. You know how I feel about expletives.
I bite my bottom lip as I text my response.
Me: Shit, yeah, I’m fucking sorry about that. Guess you’ll have to teach me a goddamn lesson.
Me: ??????
Daddy: I look forward to it, my pet.
After about an hour of unwinding, I head home to clean up and get ready for some fun with Mason.
As soon as I walk into Mason’s house, I don’t greet him. I brush by him, removing my clothes, one item at a time, and dropping them to the floor, intentionally making a mess.
It’s been a while since we had a session, and I miss it.
Once I’m naked, I look over my shoulder at Mason, who’s standing there holding my T-shirt he picked up off the floor, staring at me as if he’s seeing a different person.
His eyebrow shoots up, and he smiles crookedly. “We’re in one of those moods, I see.”
“Yep. Whatcha gonna do about it… Daddy?”
He drops my shirt and stalks over to me like a damn predator, but I run off and up the stairs.
I can hear him close behind me, so I try to run faster, but by the time I’ve reached the stairs, Mason catches me and tosses me over his shoulder.
As he heads to his bedroom, he smacks my ass hard. It stings, but my cock hardens.
“What am I to do with you, my pet? You’re so naughty tonight.”
“I guess you’re gonna have to spank me real hard. Teach me a lesson. This is what happens when you’ve neglected your sub.”
He chuckles deeply. “Is that a fact?”
“Yep. My ass has been especially neglected.”
“I aim to remedy that.”
He drops me onto his bed. I quickly roll forward and point my ass in the air, wiggling it. “I know you’re just dying to mark me with your hand.”
Mason grips my nuts and tugs them a little too hard. “Behave. You do not want to push me.”
“But I do.”
“Do I need to bind you? Or are you going to take your punishment like a good pet?”
“You probably shouldn’t take any precautions.”
I love pushing him. I’m curious to see what he has planned for me.
“Very well. Don’t move. If you do, I’ll have to edge you over and over, never letting you come. There won’t be any coming for a week if you get off this bed for any reason.”
My cock jumps at the thought. The idea of being brought to the edge and constantly denying my orgasm should be humbling, but I want it all.
“Stay,” he says, and leaves the room.
Despite my need to disobey, I don’t move. I’m way too curious to know what he’s got in store.
He’s clearly taking his time, making me squirm. It’s working. I’m fucking itching to get off the bed and hunt him down.
My back is to the door, so I only hear him coming in. He sets some things down and comes over to me, dangling the silky blindfold I’d gotten him in front of me.
“Color, Precious.”
“Green. Definitely green.”
“Then you’re ready.”
He places it on my head and slides it down to cover my eyes. The elastic band is tight enough to hold it in place. Instantly, my body is on high alert, filled with uncertainty.
He clips the spreader to my ankles, forcing my legs far apart, then clasps my wrists to them. I can’t move or see. My body is even more hyper-vigilant, but so far, no threads of panic that I can tell.
He prods his dry finger over the rim of my ass, rubbing it and pushing in the tip, but not inserting his finger all the way. I was hoping he was going to spank me, but maybe he plans to do it as he fucks me.
Mason tugs hard on my nuts again, and he still won’t spank me.
But then I’m hit with a bodily shiver as he drags an ice cube over my hole, taint, and over my balls.
He doesn’t keep it on the skin for long, only enough to break me out in goosebumps.
It’s fucking intense, and my nuts are tight as hell.
Once it’s melted, he runs another cube across my back and over my ass. He blows on the wetness, and now I’m really shivering. I’m also turned the fuck on. All my senses are in overload, and all my anticipations are wrong, making what he’s doing to me feel that much stronger.
Everything he’s doing to me is in silence. No orders. No demands. No dirty talk. It’s just me, wondering what he’s planning next.
Mason runs the flat of his tongue over my cold, wet hole, pulling an embarrassing whimper from me. It’s almost hot in comparison, and my body suddenly burns. When he pulls away, I whine even more.
He chuckles behind me as he presses something else that’s cold on my ass, but this feels metallic and heavy. He pushes it into my skin harder, holding it there. It stings a little, and soon dawns on me what it is. My ‘brat’ stamp.
I smile into his blankets, loving how he marks me.
Once he’s satisfied, he works on the other side of my ass.
“I’m quite pleased with this toy, Precious,” he says, his voice deep and threaded with lust, as he touches my skin where he stamped me, tracing the letters. “You can read ‘Brat’ clearly.”
“Should I get it tattooed?”
He smacks my ass hard, and I yelp, my cock growing harder and leaking onto the sheets. “I didn’t tell you to speak, you naughty brat.”
He kisses an ass cheek, then dribbles lube over my crack.
He rubs in the oil before he prods my hole with something that’s not his finger.
The pressure stings before my body sucks up the ball.
Mason keeps pushing it in, and a larger ball gets gobbled up.
Anal beads… Each bead drives further into me, rubbing against my prostate, forcing me to leak even more.
Being unable to move and see doubles the arousal and intensity. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on. And there are no residual fears from my past. I’m completely and utterly consumed by what Mason is doing to me.
I never thought being blind and bound would turn me on at all, but he’s got a way of pulling out all my arousal.
Once the beads are in, he tugs on them a little. The largest ball stretches my hole. Before I know it, a slap rings out before I feel the sting of his hand, and it fucking stings. It’s even more tender after he stamped me. My toes and fingers curl from it.
“Green, yellow, or red, pet? Because if you choose green, your ass is going to be sore by the time I’m done.”
“Green,” I instantly reply.
Mason doesn’t scare me. And the only thing screaming in panic is my cock, dying for relief, but I don’t dare seek friction on the bed. While edging is fun, I’m not sure I can take it after this.
“Count them out and say Daddy at the end of each one,” he orders.
Without warning, the next smack hits my ass cheek.
“One, Daddy!”
Then another.
“Two, Daddy!”
After four, he rubs my ass, but I know he’s not done with me. “See? It’s not so hard to be good for me. I know you can be well-behaved, but you insist on being bad.”
“I like being bad.” My words will reward me with more punishment, and I’m eager for it.
In response, he yanks out the beads, the muscle desperately trying to cling to them. Then he shoves them back in as he tugs harder on my nuts. My groan is muffled in the bedding.
He does that a few more times before we’re back to spanking. “Instead of counting, I want you to say, ‘Sorry, Daddy.’”
The slaps are really burning now, but I want more. I push out my ass further and yell, “Sorry, Daddy!”
When we reach ten, he checks on me, but I’m not done.
“Do you feel sufficiently punished, my pet?”
He’s not really asking my opinion. He makes those decisions for me. This is a test I’m willing to fail at, so I say, “Fuck no.”