28. Chapter 28 #2
I bite my bottom lip, waiting for my next spanking. Mason doesn’t disappoint. We count out another ten spankings before we’re done. He refuses to do it anymore.
“I don’t want you injured, Precious,” he says, pulling out some beads again and pushing them back in, brushing along my spot over and over. By now, I’m a whimpering mess. The tip of my cock is resting on cold pre-cum soaked into the sheets.
“Look at you. What a beautiful little pet you are. So eager and responsive. Your hole is stunningly sloppy.” He reaches toward my front and swipes the head of my cock. I literally tremble and nearly nut right then and there. “And you’re so wet for me.”
The tip of his thumb brushes over my lips. I lick them and suck on his thumb, tasting my earthiness.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
I nod as he slips his thumb into my mouth.
“Do you think you’re ready to come?”
I nod again, quicker, suckling him.
“Tough. You’ve been exceptionally bad today. You don’t get my cock in your ass. You don’t get to come. Instead, you’re going to choke on my cock.”
I’m fucking dying to come, but I definitely don’t mind sucking him down either. I love wrecking him with my mouth, but he won’t go easy on me.
Mason maneuvers in the bed in front of me and grips my hair, pulling my head up. “I won’t let you literally choke. Do you trust me? Green light?”
“Yes, yes… Green.”
A growl slips out of him, going straight to my tight, heavy nuts.
The tip of his cock brushes against my lips, and I instinctively open and swallow him down. He hisses from the sensation and gently thrusts in my mouth, his pre-cum bursting on my tongue, his taste now as familiar to me as his scent.
“Perfect brat. Perfect sub. Perfect mouth,” he rasps.
While I can’t see him, I can hear his panting and the strain in his voice, now clearer since I can’t see.
I preen at his words, feeling perfect for my Dom.
My sir. I will always keep being a brat for him because I know it pleases him, even if he doesn’t admit it.
It’s a little hard to breathe from how I’m bent to my stretched mouth, but Mason is happy. He’s in his element, and I’m in mine.
I squeeze my lips tighter around him and roll my tongue over all the spots I know will pull out his orgasm faster.
He groans again, pumping into me a little faster, but still careful.
There’s fucking drool everywhere. My favorite kind of sex with Mason is the messy kind.
The kind that makes you ooze pre-cum as much as coming itself.
“Get ready to take my load, but don’t swallow it,” he grits, his voice hoarse from pleasure.
Soon, his cock swells before the first spurt hits the back of my throat. I try to hold it all in while continuing to suck him down, but some leaks out of the corners of my mouth.
Another growl slips out of him, and a relieved moan.
When he’s finished, he quickly pulls out of me and lifts my head higher by my hair. “Give it to me,” he orders.
Mason presses his mouth to mine, and I transfer his cum to him. I’m assuming he swallows it because he’s licking my lips clean.
“Amazing,” he says before kissing me.
He pulls away, and there’s shifting in the bed. His fingers pull off the blindfold, and I blink back the blinding light until my eyes adjust. Then he unbinds me.
Mason massages my wrists and ankles. “You were absolutely perfect, Precious.”
“I’m glad you’re happy, Daddy.”
“So happy.”
He eases me onto my stomach and massages me, focusing on my lower back.
“Never stop being a brat,” he chuckles.
“I think that’s impossible. It’s in my nature.”
Mason peppers my back with kisses, then lifts me into his arms, fingering back my sweaty hair. “I’m still not going to make you come.”
A high-pitched whine escapes me. “Ugh… Yessir.”
“In fact, you’re going to wear the plug and your cock ring all week, making yourself hard and denying yourself every time. No coming at all. When you return to me, I’ll give you an orgasm to end all orgasms.”
I laugh at that. “You’re going to kill me, I think.”
“Never.”
Even though my cock feels like it’s going to die, I’m home, in my happy place, a place I never want to leave.
Mason flinches when I stand behind him and wrap my arms around his neck as he sits at his desk. When I kiss his temple, he relaxes a little, but his body is still tight.
“What’s wrong, babe?”
“Babe,” he huffs a little chuckle. He takes my hand and kisses the palm. “I like that. You’ve never used any endearment before.”
“‘Sir’ or ‘Daddy’ aren’t endearments?”
“I suppose they are.”
“They are.” I kiss the top of his head. “Tell me what’s stressing you out?”
“Fine, but please don’t… lose it. It’s going to make you angry.”
Now I’m the one who’s tense. Is it about me? It has to be.
Mason rests his hand on my arm and juts his chin at his laptop, where he has an email open. “Max, my restaurant manager, has quit. So has my chef.”
It’s definitely a blow. My breath whooshes out of me. I instantly know why. Fucking hell. It’s not just about me. “Oh, god… Please don’t tell me it’s because of that douche canoe, Mr. Bush.”
“The very one. It’s gone beyond spreading these nonsense rumors. People are getting fucking angry and have been harassing my staff. Once they started threatening Max’s family, he was out. Can’t say I blame him.”
“Have… they been sending you threats too?” His silence is all the answer I need. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want you to be upset.”
“Upset me? Why the fuck wouldn’t it upset me? God… this is my fault.”
I swallow thickly and pull away, but Mason grabs my arms to keep me there. “Don’t pull away, Jinx. It’s not your fault.”
“Whose fucking fault is it, then? I knew I shouldn’t have waited until after the wedding to say something. We just got back, and I’ve been busy. I’ll do it today.”
“If anyone’s at fault, it’s mine.”
This time, I manage to pull out of his grasp. “Bullshit. Loving each other shouldn’t be a fucking crime for fuck’s sake!”
He turns in his chair and tries to reach for me, but I take a step back, suddenly feeling too vulnerable and exposed from still being naked.
“It’s too late. The damage is done. I’ve got a plan. Don’t worry.”
“Don’t worry? You’re fucking joking, right? Of course, I’m worried. I refuse to let you lose your restaurants over this asshole or… for me.” I start to leave his office, but stop at the door. “I’ll fix this.”
“Jinx, wait!”
I ignore Mason and rush upstairs to get dressed as a plan starts to play out in my mind. My eyes water for Mason, for me. It’s not something I want to do, but I have to if I want to protect and save him. I owe him everything.
He follows me and tries to stop me. “Let’s sit and talk about this.”
I close my eyes, and with a deep breath, I work on calming him just enough to get out of here. “Trust me. Let me fix this.”
He drops his arms and nods.
I run out of his house and rush home as I think about what I plan to say and do.