Chapter 23 Earned It
Oliver’s bright smile greets me when I open my eyes. “Hey, sleepyhead. Up late last night?”
“Couldn’t sleep,” I grumble, rubbing a hand over my face.
I was awake for hours, thinking about—yeah, you guessed it—Mason.
A night without him means I’m unable to come, and as a result, unable to sleep.
Not to mention how wrong and empty it feels not to sneak into his room at night and have him call me puppy and whisper all sorts of filthy things in my ear while he fucks me silly.
Even though he pisses me off, I still want him. I still need him. And if that’s not what you call humiliating, I don’t know what is.
“What do you want to do today?” Oliver asks.
“Maybe… try that boss again?”
We’ve failed several times to kill this high-level boss, and we’re both eager for the loot it’ll drop. Besides, I need something fun to get me through the day. That, and an energy drink to stop me from feeling half dead.
When we get down to the kitchen, Mason is nowhere to be seen. The repeated thuds from the garage tell me he’s working out. Fine. It’s better not to see him than to deal with him ignoring me.
He said he’d leave me gifts today, but I’m guessing they won’t be there until the evening. I have to make the day pass without them.
Fuck, I just… I just want him to call me puppy again. I don’t know when it happened, and I don’t know why, but somewhere along the way, it started to feel good when he called me that, and not just degrading or embarrassing. It started to feel… tender. Like he cared about me. I hope he still does.
I ruminate on this for the rest of the day, and by evening, I’m ready to drop right into bed from exhaustion. Oliver is brushing his teeth, and when I lie down on my bed to wait for my turn in the bathroom, I notice something hard poking the back of my neck.
I lift the pillow to discover a black velvet box with a red ribbon tied around it.
My gifts.
My breath hitches in anticipation as I open the lid.
A silky fabric lines the inside of the box, and nestled in the middle is a choker with a black velvet band—much like the one I’m wearing, but instead of a silver ring, there’s a solid black heart at its center.
Oh.
Oh.
A feeling I can’t describe settles in the pit of my stomach, sending my ears buzzing and my mind reeling.
This isn’t just a gift; coming from him, it’s a challenge. Want to prove you’re mine? Then wear this.
Beneath the choker is another box. In it, there’s a small bottle of lube and a black silicone sex toy. It looks like a butt plug, but it’s shaped a little differently; it’s curved rather than straight and bulbous. My cheeks flame just looking at it.
“I want you to wear them tomorrow night.”
My body goes all hot and tingly with want.
So he wants me to wear both the choker and the plug…
Fuck. My hands are shaking as I shove the box back under my pillow just in time before Oliver returns from the bathroom.
We go to bed as usual and turn off the light, but my mind is racing, and I’m rock hard just thinking about what’s going to happen tonight.
An hour later, I show up outside Mason’s room after a detour to the bathroom.
The butt plug was a bit of a struggle to insert; I had to use my fingers to stretch myself out first and smear plenty of lube on the tip of the plug to guide it in without pain.
The curved shape means it nudges my prostate with every step I take, and my cock twitches in response.
By the time I’m opening Mason’s door, my boxers are wet with precum, and I’m ready to explode. Maybe he’ll jerk me off before we get started, like he did that one time. I hope so; I need it.
I clipped his choker around my throat in the bathroom. The black heart hangs below a thick velvet band, swinging gently whenever I bend forward.
I hope he’ll be satisfied I’m wearing his gifts. With the choker around my neck, the plug stuffed in my hole, and the countless bruises and bite marks dotted on my skin, I’m all his. He’d better understand that.
When I step inside his room, he’s sitting on the bed, naked. Waiting for me. His gaze zeroes in on my throat, and a small smile tugs at his lips.
“Clothes off, puppy. Come here and show me.”
I pull my shirt off and slide my boxers down, leaving my clothes in a haphazard heap on the floor. My cock is embarrassingly hard and bobs between my legs as I walk to stand in front of him. To think I once refused to take off my clothes for our encounters is both funny and a little disturbing.
I’ve gone so far beyond what I initially set out to do, I barely remember my own intentions—or the reasons why I had them in the first place. All that exists in this room is Mason’s gaze roaming over me and the shudder of want and anticipation that travels all the way to my core.
I kneel between his legs, tilting my head up, exposing my throat. He runs a finger along the band of my choker—his choker—so focused, so entranced in watching the way it curves around my neck and how the black heart sits in the little dip between my collarbones.
A choker. A collar. It doesn’t even matter anymore what I call it—the signal it sends out is the same: ownership.
Submission. He told me once that I wanted it to be a collar, and maybe, just maybe, there’s some truth to that.
He could clip a leash onto it right now and have me follow him wherever he wants, take me in whatever ways he wants, and I’d agree to it.
When I gave in to him that first time, I never would’ve thought I’d go along with this. I’m my own person; I’m not his property, not his puppy. But maybe I can be both—my own self and his puppy. Though I don’t know if he’d see it that way.
Maybe, by wearing his collar, an imaginary veil has fallen over me, and Mason will never again see me as a human with thoughts and feelings of my own, but rather as just a puppy that he can do with what he wants. Just an object of his desire. And I’m not sure that’s what I want.
Is it worth the risk? The desperate hardness between my legs would beg to say yes.
“Do you like it?” He tugs at the front of my choker, pulling me closer.
I nod. My heart is pounding, and my skin tingles when his knuckles brush my throat.
“I thought you would. It looks pretty on you.”
I try to say thank you, but all I get out is a choked whimper.
“And how about your other gift?” He motions for me to stand up, and he turns me around with a hand on my hip.
Face burning, I bend over to show him the end of the plug nestled between my cheeks. Mason inhales a sharp breath behind me, and he parts my cheeks wide with his thumbs, watching how my rim stretches around the silicone base.
“I thought I might have to help get it inside you. But you were so eager to get your hole filled, weren’t you? You did it all on your own.”
I nod, whining in agreement. I was eager. I’ve held out for two days, and now I’m starving for his touch.
“Did it hurt to push it in?” He grabs the base and tugs at it softly.
A whimper escapes my lips as the movement makes the curved end stroke my prostate. “A… a little. I went slow.”
“Yeah? But you’re ready for me, aren’t you?”
“For…?”
“For my cock.”
My cheeks burn. “Yeah. So ready.”
He chuckles. “Good. But first, come get your treat.”
When I turn around, he spreads his legs wide, exposing his hard cock and his heavy balls that bulge over the edge of the mattress.
I sink to my knees and settle on the floor between his legs.
My plug gets jostled with the movement, nudging my prostate.
Fuck, I really want him to touch me, and I really want his cock. My, um… my treat.
“Go on,” he says. “You’ve earned it.”
He smells musky and slightly sweaty, as if he hasn’t yet showered after his recent gym session. I inhale deeply through my nose, letting his masculine scent and intoxicating presence fill my body.
I groan, eyelids fluttering shut. Why is that smell so addictive? I’ve come before when nuzzling my nose into his armpit, and I got hard by smelling his T-shirt a few days ago. It feels dirty, wrong in the most delicious way possible, just like everything else we do.
“Like that smell, puppy? How about the taste?” He grabs the base of his cock and swipes the head across my mouth, smearing precum over my lips, back and forth, back and forth, while I moan and stick my tongue out, desperate for that salty taste and the silky mouthfeel of his cock.
“How about my balls, hmm? Maybe they’ll taste even better.” He lifts his shaft and strokes it languidly while I trail my nose down to his taint and inhale.
Yeah, he smells so good here. Eyes closed, I stick my tongue out and lick, dragging my tongue over the supple skin of his sac.
“Mm, that’s it. Good little puppy.”
His words make me whine and press further into his crotch, face buried between his thighs as I lick and suck on his heavy balls. I take them into my mouth one by one—or I try at least—and I swirl my tongue around the soft skin while I moan at the tangy taste of sweat and musk.
“Mm, just like that. So fucking perfect.” He grips me by the scruff of my neck, pulls me up, and spits into my mouth.
I keep my mouth open as he guides me down onto his cock, his own spit transferring to his crown as I suck the head between my lips.
I moan unabashedly, not quite sure what’s come over me.
I just want to please him; I just want to taste him and feel his hand tighten in my hair and his cock twitch in my mouth…
I inhale deeply through my nose as Mason tugs me back and forth, face-fucking me, making me gag now and then. Tears spring to my eyes as I gaze up at him.
“Ready to get fucked, puppy?” he asks.
I nod, humming around his shaft. Please. I was ready to explode when I first stepped into his room.
“Stand up and turn around.”