Chapter 24 – Mason
She was trapped, right where I wanted her.
Once again, I thought she’d come back to me. That giving her some space would mean she’d pursue me for once. I’d been patient, methodical, even asking Matt to smack me around a little to make myself look extra sympathetic.
And this time? I’d been right.
Oh, I knew she was still angry—and she had valid reasons to be. I shouldn’t have kept the truth about what I’d done from her. But when she’d issued that ultimatum, I’d weighed the pros and cons of telling her I’d beaten her RA to a pulp for making her uncomfortable.
Pro: Honesty made for a healthier foundation in a relationship.
Con: She’d dump my ass, and then I would have to kidnap her to a deserted island. I doubted my dad would ignore a charge that large on my Amex.
Sometimes being eighteen was such bullshit. I’d been a prince all my life—it was time to become a king.
Leslie was also pissed about the cameras. I hadn’t set myself up as the most trustworthy guy, and I’d fix that going forward—but she also had to learn how to forgive me for doing fucked up things in the name of her happiness.
And that was the lesson I was about to teach her.
I delivered a series of slaps to her ass, ignoring her cries of outrage, growing hard at the sight of the pale skin of her upper thighs turning a deep pink.
She wiggled on my lap, and I grew even harder. I reached under her to unbutton her shorts—her fucking tiny shorts, as if she had a right to show off her legs to any fucking leech on campus, when the only person who should be seeing her legs was me. I slipped my hand into her underwear.
Wet, just like last time.
“This turns you on, doesn’t it, baby? You like a little pain with your pleasure. Is that why you make Daddy so angry by sending him away? Because you need attention? Need him to prove he’ll do anything to have you? Don’t worry. Daddy will give his butterfly all the attention she needs, even if what she needs is a hard spanking.”
I ripped her shorts and panties down to her ankles.
Shocked, she fought me. It was cute, that she thought she could take me on and win.
“Mason, stop it!”
That deserved an extra hard slap, which I delivered—right between her legs.
“That’s not what you call me when your clothes are off, remember?”
She moaned but didn’t give me what I needed.
“I won’t stop until you apologize to your Daddy,” I warned. “I don’t care if your skin turns black and blue, and if you can’t sit for a week. It’s what you need, and what you deserve.”
She moaned again, and I felt her grow wetter. I gathered the wetness in her little slit and used it to rub her clit, which began to harden and strain under my touch. She shook on top of me.
But she didn’t give in.
I sighed. “Butterfly, I should’ve been honest with you. It was a mistake, and I won’t keep secrets from you anymore. But that means you have to accept what I do.”
“Do for who?” she gasped as I continued to play with her. “For you?”
“No, butterfly,” I said, voice stern, delivering a small, stinging slap to her clit.
She shrieked, writhing on my lap. I held her tighter, so she had nowhere to go.
“Everything I do, I do for you. For us,” I continued. “Do you hear me?”
“Yes, but no more lies, Mason.”
I delivered another slap to her clit. “Who?”
“Daddy,” she cried, like it was a relief to say again. “Please, Daddy.”
“What are you asking Daddy for?”
It was so quiet I had to strain to hear her.
“Please, Daddy…more.”
So I gave her what she wanted, alternating between rubbing her clit and spanking her ass. Her ankles were trapped by her shorts, and she had nowhere to go. I was beginning to learn that when Leslie felt trapped, it only turned her on more.
“My good little butterfly,” I told her, thrusting a finger inside her tight little pussy. My cock thickened, right against where her clit was. Pausing for a moment, I pulled my own shorts down, freeing my cock so it rubbed directly against her cunt, skin to skin. I almost shot off, then and there.
“Do you feel Daddy’s cock? He’s so big and hard for you,” I growled. “He feels you getting wet and ready to take him. Right where he belongs.”
I thrust two fingers inside her this time. She was still tight but her wetness eased the passage and her arousal loosened her inner muscles enough to ease my way. She was sopping wet, dripping all over my leg and cock. All for me.
It reminded me of what I had to do today. I gritted my teeth, tempted to call it off. It was going to kill me, but it was for her, and I’d do anything for her.
Well, this I’d only do once.
“Please, please, please,” she begged me, solidifying my decision. She needed me—to make her come, and to give her the things she couldn’t even articulate to herself. I felt her wriggle, like if she shifted enough my cock would pop right inside of her.
I was going to play with her first.
“Oh no you don’t,” I ordered. “You don’t come and you don’t get Daddy’s cock until you tell me what I want to hear.”
She hiccupped. I lifted her up so I could see her face. Tears of need, desire, and shame covered her face.
“I’m—sorry, Daddy.”
Finally.
I gentled my voice. “What are you sorry for, baby?”
“I don’t know,” she wailed. “But being away from you makes me feel terrible, even though I know it’s the right thing to do. I’m sorry for kicking you out. I’m sorry for wanting you so badly I can’t think straight. I hate this.”
Something in me snapped, and all the emotion I’d been withholding from her came pouring out.
“You need to stop running away from this, from us,” I said, throat tight. “Say sorry for pushing Daddy away, and letting fear of what other people will say get in the way of what we both need—each other. Stop letting what you think you should feel get in the way of what you do feel.”
“I’m scared,” she admitted, wiping her eyes. “I’m scared you’re changing me, and that no one will accept us. I don’t know what to do with that feeling.” I rewarded her for her honesty by peppering her face with kisses, tracking where her tears had fallen. I wrapped my arms around her and rocked her.
“It’s okay, baby. You’re here now. I think you need a distraction. Get on your knees.”
I expected her to hesitate, but she looked at me, bright eyed, and kneeled in front of me.
I didn’t have to prompt her this time, she took my cock in her hand and lowered her mouth over me, sucking hard.
I gathered her hair in my hand, tugging. She moaned around me.
“My butterfly is a quick learner, isn’t she? You’re sucking me so well, sweetheart. Daddy needs to go deeper. Breathe through your nose,” I coached her, and slowly sank deeper into her mouth until I touched the back of her throat. My cock was too long for her mouth, so I used her hair like reins and tilted her head until her throat opened and my cock slid inside. Her eyes widened in panic.
“You’re okay. You can take me, butterfly. You want to be Daddy’s little slut, don’t you? This is how.” I raised my hips, thrusting deeper, until she’d swallowed me all the way to the base of my cock. I held her there for a few moments, and she swallowed around my cock.
I needed to come, but I wasn’t wasting my seed on her throat. No, I was saving all of it for her pussy. And maybe her little ass later, if we got that far.
I withdrew from her mouth, smiling at Leslie’s sweet whining. She didn’t want to give me up.
I tugged her to her feet. “On the couch, face down, ass up, butterfly.”
Just then, the door opened, and Emory entered the suite.
Just like I’d planned.
This was going to hurt so fucking much. I was going to hate every fucking second of it.
But I remembered that first night together, when a blissed out Leslie had told me her deepest, darkest fantasy.
Yes, this would kill me.
But if it gave her what she wanted, it would be worth it.