16. Chapter 16
Jinx
My mouth waters at the smell of garlic, red pepper, and tomato sauce.
It’s boring sitting here, staring at nothing.
I preferred to be spanked, but he probably already knew that.
I feel slightly humiliated, which I’m sure was his intention.
I don’t know how Mason did it, but he also made me feel guilty for being a brat.
Even more, I really want to please him and make him happy.
I tug gently on the ring hanging from my chain, imagining him clipping a leash onto it. What else would he do with it? Can I handle it? Will I like it?
My fingers brush against the metal around my wrist, and then I spin it around.
I feel very… owned, making me his, like a beloved pet.
I’m not sure how I’ll feel about being tied up.
That shit brings up too many bad memories.
I want to make Mason happy, but I’m not sure how.
I didn’t mark it as a no on my list, but maybe I should have. Time will tell if I can take it.
Funny how Aleks had tattoos done on his wrists of breaking chains. His escape from our prison and Tito’s hold. Here I am, letting a man bind me.
When flashes of Tito handcuffing me to his bed and seeing that gleaming knife in his hand as he sweats and sways from being drunk, more doubts start to set in.
I squirm on the pillow, trying to force his vile image out of my head, but he’s branded on my brain forever.
At least I don’t feel a panic coming on this time. Still, my memory is crushing. Heavy.
“Please don’t, Tito. I swear… I swear I’ll keep my mouth shut. I won’t ever—”
“You never fucking listen.”
He backhands me, and I fall on my hands and knees, gasping and spitting out blood. Before I can fight, he has one wrist cuffed…
I swallow, blink, and force myself back into the present. I don’t want a rehash of what happened last weekend. My racing heart and clammy palms need to get with the fucking program.
Yeah, I don’t like this punishment at all. I’m too much in my head. It allows me too much time to think about shit. But it’s hard not to be a snarky ass. It’s such a big part of my personality now. It’s freeing. I can talk any way I want without being punished.
Or can I? Gwen left because of it. They all left me because of it.
I sigh, my neck starting to hurt from keeping my head down.
“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson, pet?” Mason asks behind me, making me jump and gasp.
“Yessir.” I don’t even have to fake contriteness.
“What have you learned?”
“Not to be a brat, sir. To do everything you tell me because you want the best from me. Because you wanted to please me and I didn’t let you.”
“Excellent.”
My heart skips a beat at his praise. Is this what it feels like to make others happy? It’s starting to dawn on me that I barely gave any of myself to my past girlfriends.
“You’ve been very good, sitting here quietly and taking your punishment.”
I haven’t turned around to face him yet because he hasn’t given me permission.
He kneels behind me, and I’m not sure what he has planned, so I stiffen.
My body soon relaxes as his fingers trail along my back, over my shoulders, and down my arms. They land in my hair, combing my bangs away from my face.
He presses his nose into my hair and kisses my temple.
I’m enveloped in his unique spicy scent that will always remind me of him.
Mason reaches around me and slides his hand underneath my cock without holding it or squeezing it. It just sits there, slowly swelling on his palm.
“Would you like to come, Precious?”
I simply nod.
Instead of stroking me off, he pulls away, leaving me cold. I stay still. Quiet. The sound of a lube cap opening is close to my ear. Mason presses against me, sitting behind, and resting his chin on my shoulder. He cradles my cock again like it’s something precious to hold.
I wish he were naked, too, but it’s also kind of hot. You definitely know your place in a relationship like this.
I lean my head back as he starts to stroke and squeeze. “Just a small reward,” he whispers in my ear. “If you’re especially good tonight and tomorrow, I want to worship your body with my mouth. Would you like that?”
“Please, Daddy.”
My eyes are closed as I nod and breathe through the growing warmth and pressure.
“Can I touch you?” I ask.
“You may.”
I reach back to hold on to his neck. My other hand clings to his thigh. I open my eyes to watch him get me off. His hands are strong, with dark hair and thick veins. They gleam in the light from the lube as he expertly works me to completion.
My hips roll with his movements. He tightens his hold, brushing his thumb across my cockhead on the upstroke. I groan as my skin feels flushed.
“Pretty cock,” he rasps. “Look at you, so good, melting against me. So beautiful as I shape and mold you. Even more beautiful is that you let me.”
No thoughts.
No unwanted memories.
Only praise.
Just his hand and his words, keeping me in the present.
“You were so sexy, sitting there in your punishment. Your obedience turns me on. Your submissiveness is everything. I will give you anything for it.”
“Yes, anything.” My breathing is picking up as the tingling pressure grows.
With his free hand, he reaches around my nuts and grazes an oiled finger over my rim. I spread my legs more as he strokes and rubs, but does not insert it inside me. It brings on a whole other level of heat.
My muscles are limp. The only thing tense and hard is my dick. Even my arms have fallen to the side as I get lost in his handie.
Mason nibbles my ear and throat, stroking faster. Harder. All I can hear is our mingled breathing and the wet slap of skin.
My orgasm hits me. I’m barely prepared for it, but I’m fast enough to catch my cum, so I don’t get it on my new pillow.
“That’s it,” he growls as he squeezes the last drops from me. I’m limp and numb, yet tingly all over. Not bad for a hand job. Better than doing it myself.
“How do you feel?” he asks.
“Quiet.”
“Meaning?”
“My head’s shut up.”
“That’s what you want?”
“Yes…”
We sit like that for a couple of minutes, then Mason helps me to stand. “Let’s wash our hands in the kitchen.”
When our hands are dry, he checks the simmering sauce.
“Pull out the two glass containers in the fridge, pet. I pre-made a meal for us tonight.” I root around in the fridge and find what he wants. I take them out and set them on the counter, waiting for my next instructions.
“Heat each one individually in the microwave for three minutes, stirring occasionally.”
I do as I’m told and wait, listening to the humming of the machine as I stare at Mason’s back while he stirs the sauce. His shoulders are broad. I know he’s got a nice back, but he’s wearing too many damn clothes. I wish I could see his skin, touch it. I’ll just have to wait until we go to bed.
When the food’s ready, he sits at the table, and I serve him. Before I can sit next to him, he grabs my bracelet and tugs me toward him. “Sit on my lap. You’re now free to talk.”
My stomach growls. I want to eat, but I have no choice but to wait for him to feed me my first bite.
Mason stabs a bit of broccoli and brings it to my mouth.
Not a fan of vegetables, but I’ve been trying to eat more.
Hoping I don’t gag, I open my mouth, and he feeds me a floret.
I close my eyes and bite down. The usual broccoli flavor is nearly masked by sautéed garlic and salt.
I chew and swallow, but I’m still not a fan.
“You must eat your vegetables,” he says, noticing my wincing face.
I want to snap that I just ate one, but there’s no way I’m going back to the corner. “Yessir.”
Once he forces me to finish my broccoli first, he rewards me with a bite of roasted potatoes covered in dried herbs. I swallow my food and ask, “Aren’t you going to eat?”
“I will, but you first.”
Is it weird to have a Dom feeding you like a baby? Totally. But I also like being treated as someone special, being babied.
Mason feeds me the sliced roasted chicken last.
“Have you had enough to eat, my pet?” he asks when I swallow my last bite. It’s just enough food to feel satiated, but not stuffed.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Please take away the empty container, put it in the dishwasher, then bring a glass of whiskey to the covered porch and start the fire in there. You’ll wait for me on your pillow, next to my chair, while I finish eating.”
With my mouth shut, as I do all that I’m told, I grab my pillow, place it on the floor, sit, and wait.
The room isn’t very warm, but it will be soon from the fire I just started. I hold my legs and shiver a little. As the fire grows, it heats my skin, and I relax.
Mason finally comes in and sits on the chair. He takes a sip of his drink and plays with my hair with his free hand. I’m instantly relaxed by his touch.
I rest my head on his knee as he touches me like I really am precious. I’m not, but I almost feel it. Still, it’s not enough to stop the ear ringing and memories of my past from intruding. I’ll do anything to keep from being punished like that again.
“You’re free to speak, my pet.”
I wrap my arms around his leg and stare out at the twinkling lights of people’s homes on the dark mountains.
Like the last time, it’s easy to open up to him, though I’m worried I’m having thoughts I shouldn’t.
“Is it weird that I miss it sometimes? Even as traumatic as it was?” I whisper as I stare at the fire, my eyes starting to glaze over, blurring as I look back at my past.
“What do you mean?” His fingers are soothing, keeping me in the present.
“Sometimes life was simpler. You never had to make decisions. You just obeyed.”
“Jinx…”