Chapter 26
Itake another picture of Mason, this time focusing on the irritated red handprint my punishment left behind.
Seeing my mark and the words just above his ass help to satisfy the twisted possessive part of me that loves having him trapped here and under my control, but it still isn’t enough.
I thought I lost him tonight. That he left me.
I shake my head as I realize just how much more I care about that than going to jail.
My heart is still beating erratically in my chest, struggling to keep up with everything that’s happened over the last hour.
I try to take a steadying breath, but the incessant need that seems to be buzzing under my skin is still screaming at me to do more.
To take more. To hold on to him and never let go.
The darkness he’s brought out in me is filling my head with images of him back in my collar, of him wearing nothing else, locked in a cage, of forcing him to prove his loyalty to me before he ever sees any glimpse of freedom again.
Except he did prove it.
He had the perfect opportunity to turn me in, and he didn’t take it. He lied to a police officer. He called me his boyfriend.
He chose me. Willingly came back to my house and ran straight to my room. He didn’t ask for his phone or to stay downstairs. He asked me to punish him for running away because he thought it’d be fun.
Because he wants to be here. He wants me. All of me, even the darkness.
Tonight changed everything.
I finally believe him.
I run my hand over the words on his lower back again and realize how I want to continue my punishment. Moving to the side of the bed, I open the bottom drawer of my nightstand and pull out the handcuffs with the longer chain between them.
“Alright, Pet. Ready for the final part of your punishment?” I ask, moving in front of him.
His eyes light up with excitement when he sees the handcuffs. “Yes, Master.”
“Turn over. Lie down on your back with your hands above your head.”
Mason quickly complies. I attach one of the cuffs around one wrist, loop the chain around one of the metal poles of my headboard, and close the other side on his other wrist. There’s plenty of give in the chain, so he can still move his arms a bit, but he’s trapped in my bed, right where I want him.
His legs are bent up, probably easing some of the weight from his sore ass.
I gather the rest of the supplies I’ll need and sit below him on the bed, peering up at him through his knees as I admit, “I really enjoyed kissing you tonight. I shouldn’t have waited so long to claim your mouth.”
An adoring smile takes over Mason’s face as he meets my gaze. “It was worth the wait. I fucking loved it, too.”
That word. Love. Could it really be possible that he feels as strongly for me as I do him?
I know it’s too soon to say anything. But I want to show him how much he means to me.
Even if he needs it to be presented as a punishment, I still want to show him just how much I appreciate having him in my life.
How much it meant to me that he proved his loyalty the way he did tonight.
I grab the marker and move closer, repositioning so I’m kneeling between his legs.
His hard cock already looks so angry. It’s straining toward his abs, swollen veins run up the length of his shaft, and the red tip is leaking precum all over his stomach.
I run a finger through the mess he’s making and bring it up to my mouth to taste, slowly closing my lips around it as I do.
Mason whimpers. I love the sound, but it gives me an idea.
“Uh, uh, uh,” I warn. “For this last punishment, you need to be completely silent.” His eyebrows draw together, his glasses doing nothing to hide the pleading in his eyes, and I respond with a satisfied grin before I uncap the marker.
I lean in and write “PROPERTY OF ZANE” just above his groin, saying it aloud as I do so he knows exactly what I’m doing.
“Every time you make a sound, I’m going to write something else on this pretty body.
Because it’s mine, and I can. And because I want you to remember exactly what you are. Got it?”
His expression is a beautiful mix of excitement and fear as he quickly nods.
“Good boy. Do you remember your safe word? I need to hear you say it before I begin, but that will be the only thing I hear without consequence. If you’d actually like to use it now, say it twice. Speak.”
“Peaches,” he whispers, as though even proving he can say it pains him, but it’s clearly only once before he rolls his lips between his teeth, demonstrating he’s done making noise. For now.
“I waited far too long to kiss you,” I begin. “But that isn’t the only thing I’ve hesitated on.” I lean down and lick up the length of his cock, swirling my tongue around the head when I reach the leaking tip.
“Holy fuck!” Mason whines, arching his hips up off the bed toward me.
I tsk. “Naughty already?” I’m still holding the marker, so I write the word “NAUGHTY” on his stomach, saying it aloud again as I do.
Mason’s eyes widen as he realizes my plan for when he makes noise, and he drops his head back onto the pillow, biting his lip.
I redirect my attention back to his dick. Gripping the base with my left hand, I lean back down to suck the salty precum from the head. The taste of him excites me. I love thinking he’s literally dripping with how much I’m turning him on right now.
When I’m confident I’ve licked up everything that’s there, I try to take a little more of him in my mouth, fascinated by the feel of my tongue moving against the soft skin of his rock-hard cock.
Mason lets out a groan from deep in his throat, and I immediately pop off him, taunting as I add “DESPERATE” in large letters on his thigh.
Then I spit on his dick and use my free hand to spread it as I twist up and down his shaft.
He grunts as he shifts his hips up. I shake my head and write “SLUT” on his hip next, emphasizing the word as I say it.
He’s squirming now, unable to hold still with how turned on he is, and I love knowing I’m the one driving him wild, that I control when he’ll come and how he’ll get there. I quickly slap his dick, and he lets out a sharp cry that turns into a moan as his cock jerks, spilling more precum.
“God, look at you,” I scoff. “You’re such a dirty little whore. You liked me slapping your dick, didn’t you? Like any attention you can get from me.”
He nods, not even pretending like he didn’t. “I’ll add that next. ‘DIRTY WHORE’ right on your thigh. Because it’s what you are.”
I lean back down to take as much of his cock into my mouth as I can, taking a moment to focus on breathing through my nose before moving my tongue around as I slowly bob up and down, taking more of him.
I twist my hand around what I can’t fit in my mouth as I sloppily attempt my first blowjob.
I’m sure my technique is nowhere near Mason’s skill level, but he lets out another satisfied whimper as his hips thrust up, and I chuckle as I pull off him once more.
I add “PATHETIC” to his chest, and when he continues to moan and whine every time my mouth is on him for more than a few seconds, I add, “BAD PET,” “FREAK,” and “PSYCHO.”
My dick is leaking now too, still trapped behind my pants, and as much fun as I’m having by driving Mason wild, I think I’ve reached the end of my own patience. I need to be inside him.
I move back down the bed before standing beside it to make removing my clothes easier.
Mason’s gaze is locked on me as I slowly strip, and there’s a wild need in his eyes that mirrors the obsession I feel for him.
When I’m naked, I grab my phone from the nightstand and open the camera.
Closing the distance between us, I snap shot after shot of the words covering his skin, of him locked to my bed, hard and needy just for me.
I turn the phone around to show him a full-body shot.
“Should I post this on your socials next? Show all your adoring fans how fucked up you really are?” He sucks in a sharp breath, and his pupils dilate.
I would never actually do that, but he told me he’s fantasized about being shown off and humiliated, so I guessed the idea would be enough to thrill him.
“I think your followers should know who you really belong to. They might get to share your art, buy it to hang in their homes if they’re lucky enough, but I’m the only one who gets the real you.
The pathetic, needy whore who needs his Master to take care of him. ”
He’s nodding frantically as he continues to squirm, the chain of the handcuffs clanking with each movement, a reminder that he’s here and mine. I lock my phone, putting it off to the side as I crawl back between his legs and grab a pillow to shove under his hips so I have easier access to his ass.
“You can make all the noises you want, Pet,” I say lazily. “I’m going to focus on enjoying my hole now.”
I lick up the length of his cock one more time before shifting my attention lower, sucking on his balls and running my tongue over his taint.
“Oh my… holy fuck… please, please, please!” He doesn’t hold back now, crying out mostly unintelligible noises as I slowly work my way toward his ass.
I pull back enough to spit on it, loving how dirty this all feels as I watch my saliva drip over his hole.
I slowly push it in with my finger as he continues to beg. “More, please, more.”
I ignore him, removing my finger to pull his cheeks apart and lick around his rim.
Mason is so responsive, so vocal, and every sound encourages me to do more.
I lap at his entrance until he relaxes enough for me to fuck into him with my tongue.
I can’t believe I hesitated to touch him like this until now.