Chapter 45
Chapter Forty-Five
Mason
The Outlands was hopping for a Thursday evening.
Audrey had closed down Cupcakes and Crumbs a little earlier than usual—she said the evenings weren’t her busiest time, anyway—so she could come with them.
The gang was all here, except Yasmine, and standing around one of the tables in the bar.
Even Zeus was here, though he wasn’t very engaged in conversation.
Neither was Jensen, and the usually cheerful Baby was very scowly tonight because Jennifer was out on a date with Dr. Grande this evening.
Eventually, that girl was going to have to make a choice…
but for now, she was still dating both of them.
Mason tried not to feel a twinge of guilt over Yasmine’s absence. That was her choice, and he knew he wasn’t the only factor in making it. The club really was littered with her exes.
But it was hard not to feel a little guilty when she was absent and hurting, and he was here and incredibly happy with Audrey tucked under his arm.
He knew Yasmine was happy for them, though.
She’d been her usual self whenever he ran into her, and she’d come into the bakery several times with Claudia.
Audrey said that she’d been cheerful at book club.
Though, of course, she’d also made several jokes about her curse and giving up on happily ever after.
Eventually, he was going to have a talk with her about that, but… it was too soon.
Right now, he wanted to focus on being here with Audrey.
The woman he’d fallen in love with.
As if she sensed his thoughts, she turned toward him, tilting her head back slightly so she could meet his gaze. The expression on her face wasn’t entirely loving, though.
She narrowed her eyes at him, pouting, and leaned in to whisper.
“Do you know how awkward it is to have my boobs half out in front of my brother while there’s a plug in my butt?”
“I don’t find it awkward at all,” he murmured back, and saw her smile before she managed to squash it. His hand drifted down to pat the bottom in question. “Don’t worry, cupcake, I’ll take it out soon enough, then you’ll have much bigger things to worry about.”
The bigger thing being his dick, finally buried between his favorite buns—hers.
Audrey scowled at him. She was the one who’d wanted the ‘club experience’ for this.
Mason had the sneaking suspicion she hadn’t thought through the fact that her brother would likely be around for it.
He leaned forward and gave her a very thorough kiss.
Which was fine and not at all awkward in front of her brother since David was very studiously not looking at them.
And probably doing his best not to think about what Mason and Audrey might be doing soon.
He gave his girlfriend’s butt a squeeze, making her squeak and lean in closer to him because he’d chosen to squeeze the cheek that was farther away from him.
Across the bar table, Claudia shot him an amused glance from where she was talking with Lincoln and Ashley.
She was the only one really paying attention to them.
Drew and Naomi were focused on each other—not surprising, considering how little time they’d gotten together lately—and David was doing everything in his power to ignore Mason and Audrey.
Jensen was chatting determinedly with Zeus, whose contributions to the conversation mostly consisted of nodding.
Mason just smiled.
He glanced up at the clock.
It was time.
His cock jerked in anticipation as he shifted away from their position at the table.
“Our room should be ready by now,” he said, pulling Audrey with him. “We’ll see you guys later.”
“Have fun, you two,” Ashley chirped, giving Audrey a wink.
The pained expression on David’s face made him want to chuckle, but he angled Audrey away from David, so she didn’t have to see her brother’s reaction.
Everyone else waved them off, including Cassidy, who shook her head in amusement at David’s continued pretense that Mason wasn’t about to defile his sister.
He was a good boy and didn’t grope Audrey’s ass again until they were down the stairs into the Dungeon and out of view of her brother. The lower level was quieter than a Friday or Saturday night, but there was still plenty going on.
Several scenes were going on—wax play, a flogging, and three spankings. Audrey’s eyes were wide with interest, and her steps slowed as they walked by the wax play, but she didn’t stop. Thankfully. Mason was eager to get her alone.
But this was also part of the club experience she’d wanted, so if she’d decided to stop and watch, he would have done it.
He was still glad she didn’t.
Going into the private room and closing the door shut out all the noise from the club. The moans. The smack of leather against flesh or a hard palm against soft skin. The cries. The sobs. The passion. All of it abruptly cut off.
Leaving them in their own little world.
Audrey had wandered to the middle of the room to where the spanking bench was set up when Mason turned to face her.
She was wearing a green and black corset that pushed her breasts up into a shelf, nipping in her waist, and a pair of tight black shorts.
Although he’d wanted a skirt, she’d been afraid of the plug falling out or something, so he’d accepted that shorts were the better option for tonight.
Knowing she had the plug inside her, readying herself for him, was much hotter than any skirt she could wear.
“You look delicious, cupcake,” he said, stepping away from the door and moving toward her.
“Thank you.” She shifted uncomfortably. “You look very handsome.”
Mason chuckled, walking up to her and putting his hands on her waist, then sliding them behind her to grip her bottom and pull her lower half toward him. The combination of nervousness and eagerness in her eyes made his cock throb as the stiff panels of her corset pushed against it.
Lowering his lips to hers, he claimed them with a searing kiss.
Originally tense in his arms, she softened against him, hands on his chest, leaning into the kiss as if slowly melting into him.
Their tongues danced as he massaged her ass, their bodies pressed tightly together, his cock pulsing between them.
Giving her ass one last squeeze, his hands moved up to the laces of her corset, loosening the knots.
He stripped her slowly, moving his lips from hers, so he could kiss every part of her as it was revealed to him. Audrey moaned as his mouth moved over her breasts, pausing at each nipple for a long suck, then dragging his teeth across the little buds before releasing them.
Moving his mouth over her soft curves as he tugged her shorts down, he reached the front of her pussy and pressed his lips to the end of the cleft.
His tongue flicked between her lips, teasing her clit, and she cried out as her hands landed on his head, helping her to keep her balance as her knees quaked.
He didn’t linger there long, just enough to tease, before getting to his feet again. She was completely naked other than her heels.
“Okay, sweetness, let’s get you in position.”
He couldn’t wait to claim the last part of her.
Audrey
The spanking bench was padded leather and surprisingly comfortable. Though she felt a wave of nerves as Mason began to move around her, using the O-rings to secure her cuffs in place. The helplessness increased her arousal, even as it ratcheted up the slight fear coiling in her belly.
“It’s going to hurt, isn’t it?” Her butt clenched around the plug as she asked the question.
She wanted to do this. She wanted to try. But she couldn’t stop the anxiety.
Mason came around to the front of the bench, dropping down into a crouch so his face was level with hers. Darkly handsome, he was utterly serious as he met her gaze.
“Yes, it is going to hurt, sweetness. And you’re going to love it.” His fingers brushed back her hair as he pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “You’re going to take it for me, aren’t you?”
A shudder went through her at the idea of enduring discomfort, even pain, to give him pleasure.
The very idea made her hot. She wasn’t sure why she was wired like this, but she couldn’t deny the truth.
And she trusted him. If it was too much discomfort, too much pain, he wouldn’t push her.
She had her safe words. Even without them, he was always watching her to make sure he didn’t push her too far.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
He kissed her again. The angle was awkward, but it didn’t matter.
He claimed her lips, conquering her mouth, while his hands cupped her breasts and squeezed hard enough to make her cry out.
The sound was muffled by his lips. She jerked against the restraints as he pinched her nipples, hard, making the little buds throb.
Again, she clenched around the plug, her pussy spasming emptily, needily.
Mason was right. His rough fingers on her nipples hurt, but she liked it. And she was going to take it for him, to please him. Because that got her off, too.
Just like it would when he took her ass.
He toyed with her breasts for a few moments longer, still kissing her, still drinking in the sounds she was making. Then he gave her nipples another little tug and twist before releasing them. They were twin points of aching pain on her chest that went straight to her pussy.
Even though he hadn’t touched it since teasing the little bud with his tongue, her clit was throbbing in time with her nipples. She pressed her mound against the padded leather beneath her as best she could, needing the pressure, yet unable to move much because of the way she was strapped down.
Mason’s fingers trailed over the center of her back to the curves of her bottom as he walked to the other end of the bench.
“Such a pretty ass,” he murmured, then he bent down to give her cheeks each a kiss.
Audrey gasped when his teeth sank in, biting the soft flesh hard enough to sting. Then she felt him kiss he spot he’d just nipped. She whimpered.
Whatever he wanted to do to her, he could.
His tongue laved over her clit again, and she moaned, tried to lift her hips to get more of the contact her body craved, but she couldn’t do that, either.
She was all tied up. She couldn’t pull away. Couldn’t lean in.
She’d been immobilized, and there was no escaping whatever he wanted to do to her. With her.
“I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I met you,” he told her.
“Do what?” Audrey asked, slightly dazed. She wasn’t sure what part he was talking about.
“Take a bite of this delicious ass,” he said, patting the spot where he’d done so. Amusement curled through her and a flush of heat. He had? “And now I’m going to fuck it. Ask me to fuck your ass, cupcake.”
Oh, she hated it when he did this. Couldn’t he just do it? Take her?
But he liked to hear her ask for it. Maybe even beg for it.
When she didn’t respond immediately, his hand snapped against her pussy. The shock of the slap, the stinging bite, followed immediately by wet heat that her body interpreted as pleasure, left her gasping.
“Ask me to fuck your ass, sweetness,” he ordered again.
She gasped and tensed as the plug twisted inside her. He pulled it, though not hard enough to actually remove it from the tight hole; he was making sure she felt it. That her focus was where he wanted it to be.
“Please, fuck my ass, Sir,” she whispered, closing her eyes because somehow it was easier with her eyes closed.
“A little louder, cupcake.”
The plug pulled free as he spoke, and she moaned. Now, both her pussy and her ass were empty, and she craved the feeling of fullness.
“Please, fuck my ass, Sir.” A little louder this time.
Something hot and hard and slick pressed at the entrance of her virgin channel. It was much larger than the tip of the plug. Hands splayed out over her cheeks, rubbing them, then moving up to grip her hips.
“One more time, Audrey.” His voice was soft. Low. Needy.
“Please, Mason,” she begged. “Fuck my ass.”
Because she wanted him—needed him—inside her. Needed him to fill her back up. To hurt her. To pleasure her. To use her for his own desires.
“I love you, Audrey.”
He’d said the words multiple times since the first time, but there was something extra intimate, yet extra filthy as he spoke them while pushing the hot, slick head of his cock inside her.
Audrey’s tight ring stretched, and she cried out rather than answering him at the sensation of being opened so wide, so quickly.
The plug had stretched her, yes, but the tip was so much more narrow, and once the bulb was inside her, the stem between the bulb and the base was quite thin. Very much unlike his cock.
It was thick and hard and hotter than the plug.
Her entrance was stretched wide, making her pant at the immediate sensation of fullness as she was opened for him.
The head popped in, but unlike with the plug, there was no real immediate relief.
His shaft was just as thick, and without the slight soft give that his head had.
Audrey shuddered, her muscles clenching around his lubed length, struggling to adjust to the new dimensions as he rocked forward, sliding deeper inside her.
“Oh God, Mason…”
“That’s it, sweetness. Just relax.” His hands massaged her hips. “Your sweet ass was meant to take my cock. Take it for me.”
It did hurt as he thrust in deeper, the slick shaft sliding against her squeezing ring.
There was no notch, no relief, it was just thick all the way down, and somehow, it was both painful and wildly arousing.
Audrey squeezed and released, over and over, as he worked himself into her ass, until his body finally came to rest against her cheeks.
She was so full. So hot.
“Good girl,” Mason murmured, digging his fingers into her back, just above her hips. It felt like his cock must be right next to that spot, he was so deep inside her. “What color are you, sweetness?”
“Green.” She was. Yes, it hurt, but she didn’t want him to stop. She didn’t want him to slow down.
Now that he was deep inside her, her channel fully stretched around him, she wanted to feel him move. Wanted to hear his groans of pleasure. Wanted him to use her.
Wanted him to make her his.
Completely.