Chapter 31 Whole #2
He’s never been unsure around me before.
He’s always assumed I’ll give in to him eventually, always been so infuriatingly confident, but not this time.
This time, he doesn’t approach me unless I approach him first. He doesn’t try to trick me, doesn’t try to tempt me into anything.
He just asks. He just offers. And it’s up to me to say yes or no.
I have a choice, finally, where I’ve felt like I don’t have a choice when it comes to him.
Even though it was my decision to go to his room at night, even though it was my decision to clip the heart-shaped choker around my throat, it didn’t feel like it.
He’s always held such power over me, but now he’s relinquishing that power and giving it to me.
I take a deep, steadying breath, and I say it. “Yeah. Yeah, I want to know you.” I smile, and Mason smiles with me.
“Thank you. I won’t let you down.”
“You’re being awfully polite,” I tease. “Where’s the Mason I know?”
“Come here, and maybe you’ll get to see him again.”
I take a step forward. And then another.
I step over my mattress, and as soon as I’m within reach, I expect him to grab me, to pull me in, but he does nothing until I’ve wrapped my arms around his waist. He drapes his arms over my shoulders, and we stand just like that, embracing.
Holding me tight, he slides a hand into my hair, trails it through my messy locks, and scratches softly behind my ear.
I feel myself start to relax, to sink into the intoxicating heat of his body and inhale the faint smell of his sweat. He’s not wearing deodorant; he kept his promise.
“I meant what I said earlier,” Mason says. “You’re not just my puppy, Lane. You’re your own person, and I want to treat you like that. Treat you better than I have.”
“Mason?” I mumble into his chest.
“Yeah?”
“I know what you mean, but I still want…” I bite my lip. “I still want to be your puppy,” I blurt, hiding my face in his chest.
A low grunt from deep in his throat vibrates through my body. His hands cup my face and tilt my neck back, forcing me to meet his gaze.
“Yeah? That’s what you want?”
A rush of heat curls in my gut, making me dizzy. All I manage to get out is a whimper, so I add a nod to make the meaning clear.
Mason smirks, and just like that, he’s transformed into the tempting ex-con I got to know him as—hot as sin, off-limits, and dangerous. Dangerous not because of what he did to that boss, but because of what he does to me.
“Well, then, puppy,” he says, voice deep and honeyed. “What do you want to do now?”
My eyes roll back in relief. Fuck, I’ve longed to return to that submissive headspace I always surrender to whenever Mason’s close, and whenever he calls me by that name… The intoxicating submission of not having to do anything but follow his lead. It feels so good I could cry.
“A treat,” I mumble. My knees are already buckling.
“You want a treat, do you?”
I nod, making a soft, whimpering noise of assent.
“I want to mark you up first. Take this off.”
I let him lift my shirt and pull it over my head, leaving my torso bare.
He inspects my upper body with utmost interest, fingers mapping the hickeys and bite marks he’s left on my skin.
They’re all at various stages of healing—some purple and fresh from just a few days ago, and some green and yellow and starting to fade.
The bite marks are more tender; they hurt when I press down on them, and I love that the most.
“Can’t let these heal, can we?” he murmurs. “You look too pretty with my marks on you.”
I flush and nod. “Give me more.”
Now that everything’s out in the open—now that Oliver knows what’s been going on—Mason can mark me all over without the looming danger of discovery, and he seems to have come to the same conclusion.
He starts with the tender spot beneath my jaw and sucks my skin into his mouth.
I whimper at that stinging pressure, and my cock hardens fast, sending a hot rush of blood to my groin and to the place I’m being touched. The place I’m being bruised.
“Mm,” he groans. “Tastes so good, puppy. Come here.”
I lie down on the mattress, and Mason proceeds to suck hickey after hickey into my skin—all over my torso, beneath my nipple, over my collarbone, by my belly button, everywhere. He marks every hickey with a bite, teeth sinking in softly but determined to leave a stinging dent behind.
I gasp at the pain—some places hurt more than others, but my cock hurts just as much, trapped in my skinny jeans.
Mason unbuckles my belt and strips me naked, and he proceeds to mark my lower body too—my hips, my inner thighs, all while avoiding the straining place between my legs.
I moan in protest when he shifts from my left thigh to my right without touching my cock, but he ignores me, focused on the task at hand—to suck as many hickeys into my skin as he possibly can.
I hope Oliver won’t mind we’re doing this in his room. At least we’re using my mattress and not his bed.
When Mason relents, his lips are swollen, and he moves up to my face and kisses my mouth, sucking, biting, as if he’s trying to bruise me there, too. When his tongue slips in, I can’t take it anymore. I buck my hips, trying to get some relief on my cock, but I hit nothing but air.
“Nngh, please…”
“Patience, puppy,” Mason chuckles. “I said I wanted to mark you. But you’re that eager for your treat, are you?”
“Mm-hmm,” I mumble, nodding.
“Do you have any lube?” He looks around.
I have the small bottle he gave me to use for my plug. I crawl over to unzip my backpack, and by the time I’ve got the bottle in my hand, Mason has stripped naked and is lying on his back on the mattress.
He grips his intimidating cock, pointing the head at me. “Here. Get it nice and wet with your mouth first.”
I drop the lube beside him and scramble to get on my hands and knees, twisting sideways to give him access to my ass while I work my mouth over his cock. There’s the sound of a cap popping, and soon enough, I feel slick fingers brush my crease.
“Can’t have you tighten up again,” Mason says. “That’s why I gave you the plug. Have to keep this hole nice and open, so I can just slide inside whenever I please.”
I gasp as he pushes a finger inside, and I struggle to keep sucking his cock.
“Isn’t that right, puppy?” he continues. “We need to keep your skin nice and marked, and your hole nice and open. Then you’ll get treats anytime you want. Would you like that?”
I moan around his cock, trying to speak. He tugs my head back, making me pull off his dick and meet his eyes. “Yes,” I gasp.
“Stick your tongue out and lick now, puppy. Show me how much you like your treat.”
I do as he says, sticking my tongue out and lapping at the underside of his cock, up and down, much like I would a popsicle.
At the same time, Mason presses another finger into me, two of them now moving as one, stretching me open.
I rock back and forth, wanting his fingers deeper, wanting him to take the hint and just fuck me already.
“Keep still, puppy,” he warns. “Or else you won’t get your treat.”
“But… I want it,” I pant, still licking his cock like a good boy.
“Take it deeper now. All the way down.”
All the way? But I’ve never done that. My gag reflex always stops me.
Determined but a little intimidated, I swallow him down, trying to work up plenty of saliva, but it’s hard to concentrate when he keeps pumping his fingers into my ass at the same time.
I whine in protest and pleasure, and I try, I really try, but I choke again and again on the thick length of his cock.
“That’s good.” He pulls his fingers out. “Now come sit.”
His cock slips out of my mouth with a pop, and I straddle him eagerly, guiding his cock to my hole and sinking down, all in one go. We both gasp when my ass meets his hips.
“That’s it, puppy,” Mason groans. “Enjoy your treat. You deserve it.”
“I do?” I whimper, hurting myself with how fast I’m taking him, but I don’t care. The pain is gone soon, replaced by pure, undiluted pleasure. I pick up the pace, grinding into his lap, placing my hands on his chest. He holds them there, our fingers entwining.
“Of course you do. You’ve been good for me, haven’t you? Letting me mark you all over.” He presses down on a tender spot on my collarbone, so hard I gasp.
I rock back and forth, desperate for that pleasure to explode and just—
“Ahh… co-coming… I’m coming!” I’m too loud; Oliver would’ve surely heard that, but at the moment, it’s hard to care. He can go into the garage or something if he doesn’t want to hear his brother nailing me raw.
Mason keeps pressing down on my bruise, and it only makes me shoot harder, my cock spilling between us, splattering his torso.
“Mm, that’s a good puppy,” Mason says. “Now lean forward and just relax, so I can come.”
He tilts me toward him, then he braces his feet against the mattress and starts thrusting into me at a punishing pace. I whine at the oversensitivity, but it doesn’t take long until he groans and shoots his cum deep into my guts.
“Fuck,” he groans. “That little puppy hole feels so good.” He keeps fucking into me until I feel his cum leak out around his cock.
I feel so, so good, but something’s missing. I wonder what?
I stroke a hand across my throat. Of course. I bend over and reach into my backpack, finding my collar with the heart-shaped pendant.
Mason’s eyes light up at the sight. “Want your collar back, puppy?”
I nod desperately.
“Your throat feels so empty without it, right?”
“Yeah. So empty.” I sound breathy and high-pitched, a little pathetic, but I want it so much. I want him to mark me fully, not just with the bruises, but with something that belongs to him—something the world can see at a glance.
With careful movements, Mason wraps the choker around my neck and clips it shut. “There. Nice and snug. How does that feel?”
“Good,” I whisper. “Really good.” It feels amazing, like I belong to someone now—to him. And he wants me that way. All of me.
I hug him, slinging my arms around his shoulders with a breathless giggle, and in his arms, I feel whole.