Chapter Six
SKYLAR
Every part of me knows that I should get out of here. Wait for Mason to leave, give it a few minutes, and never look back. He’s dangerous. He’s done bad things. He’s killed people…
Then, why can’t I stop the thoughts circling in my head that my life will never be the same without him?
That if Mason walks through that door, and disappears into the world, I’ll be losing him and a part of myself?
As stupid as it sounds, I can’t picture a world without him in it—my good little lapdog, waiting at my beck and call.
As much as I hate to admit it, Mason’s changed me. He’s broken down my walls and helped me build up healthier ones. I know it’s foolish, but I don’t want to be without him. No matter what Mason’s done, he’s mine, and this world would be an awful place without him.
My body acts on instinct. I run down the hallway to the front door. Mason’s fixing his outfit, pulling on his coat, and ready to open the door. Before it opens more than a few inches, I slam it shut with a flat palm, and pull myself against him.
Mason doesn’t react, not immediately. He stays focused, looking ahead of him at the closed door.
“Don’t go,” I whisper in his ear, rising onto my toes. “I order you to stay.”
“You want me to stay?” he asks. I can hear his words choking on tears at the back of his throat.
I nod against his back, knowing I’d have the exact choked words if I tried speaking.
Mason spins around with incredible speed, nearly knocking me over. He looks me dead in the eyes, unmoving a moment.
“As long as you order me to stay, my queen, I’ll never leave your side,” Mason says, dropping to one knee as if to propose. He takes one of my hands in his, brushing his lips over the knuckles.
“Mason,” his name leaves my lips, and it’s like music to my ears. I gesture for him to stand. His menacing frame looms over me, but I don’t feel threatened. I can’t. He’d never hurt me. For all he’s done, the monster, Mason Hanwell, is mine. My loyal servant, my champion.
I lean forward, bringing him into an embrace. Our bodies lock in a perfect fit. One of his hands wraps around the back of my neck, the other rests on my hip.
“Yes?” he asks, breaking the kiss, only briefly, to speak.
“I want you to take me. To claim me as your woman and become my man.” I break away, looking up at him. “No orders or requests, just uniting ourselves together.”
“You want me to fuck you?” Mason asks bluntly, a hand already between my thighs.
“I don’t want—no,” I shake my head, feeling his strong hands rubbing my sex through the fabric of my shorts. My breath is shaky. I feel more nervous now than I do when I am bossing him around.
“I need you to.”
“Your wish is my command,” Mason replies.
With that, he leads me through the apartment as we kiss. His lips, brushing up against mine, send shivers down my spine. The touch of his big, strong hands is gentle against my sex, but enough to overwhelm me with pleasure.
Mason gently cups my ass, pulling me up so that he can carry me the rest of the way. I wrap my arms and legs around his strong frame.
He’s been my slave, my pet this past month. I’ve teased him, egged him on, used his body, but not once have I let him fuck me. Honestly, I just had so much fun playing with Mason that I wanted to see how long I could keep him on edge, keep him wanting more.
Mason worships me, quite literally, and I love every second of it. No one has ever made me feel this way. As if I’m important. As if I’m seen. As if I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to them.
Now, his strong arms carry me, my crotch pressing against his hard, throbbing cock with each step. I haven’t taken the time to breathe, not once, since we pressed our lips together. His tongue parts my lips, begging to get inside.
I part my lips and our tongues dance together, in circles.
When we get to his bedroom, he slowly walks up to his bed, with its ornately decorated bed frame. His bedroom is my favorite place and I’m not even nervous about our first time. I’m so giddy with excitement that I’m almost shaking.
He gently lays me down on the bed, holding the back of my head. He’s treating me as if I’m some piece of fine china that would break if he was too rough. A giggle slips out and I cover my mouth to stifle it, but the damage is done. He looks up at me with a scowl.
“Something funny, Little One?” he growls.
“No, no,” I say, but I can’t stop myself this time, “Just because I’m your queen, it doesn’t mean you have to be so gentle with me. I’m not made of porcelain.”
The big smile on his face sends heat flooding between my thighs. I spread my legs, letting his body nestle between them.
He runs his hands up and down my thighs, up to my waist and over my breasts.
I bite my lip to stifle a needy moan, when his thumbs expertly find my nipples.
Before I can react, he’s gripped me on either side, and flipped me around onto my stomach.
He’s got both my wrists in one hand, pinned to the small of my back, my face pressed into the bed.
Fuck.
“Is that more like it, my goddess?” he says, his other hand pulling down my shorts.
“Yes,” I moan as he rubs two fingers up and down my slit.
I’m already soaking wet, so his fingers glide with ease.
He’s been so devoted to me for so long, that this tug and pull of power between us drives me crazy.
His body pressing against mine and squeezing the breath from my lungs is absolute bliss.
Because I know, with the snap of my fingers, I can bring him to his knees.
I wriggle, faking that I want to get free, but his grip tightens. He rubs my clit in circles, then left to right, just the way I taught him. He knows my body inside and out, and God, all I want in this world is him inside of me.
But now, it’s his turn to tease me.
Mason stimulates my clit, until I’m just at the very edge, and he slips two fingers inside of me. As I take in a sharp breath in surprise, he leans over me and kisses me. Slowly, meticulously, he slides his fingers in and out of me, until I’m shaking and moaning into his mouth.
“Mason, I can’t take it anymore,” I groan, “Please, I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”
A growl escapes his mouth at hearing my words. I hear him unbuckling his belt, but I shake my head. “No, Mason. I need you to look me in the eyes when you come inside of me.”
“Yes, Mistress. I’ll do anything to make you happy,” he says. With a final kiss on my neck, I’m on my back again and he’s between my legs. He’s still dressed in his suit except for the jacket. He looks incredible in that white dress shirt, his muscles threatening to tear through the fabric.
I yank his shirt open with all my strength, gripping firmly and sending buttons flying. His eyes are dark and fiery with lust. He’s more ready for this than I am. His shirt’s off within seconds and so are all of my clothes.
I lick my lips at the sight of his cock, so hard it looks painful.
I take it in my fist, spread my legs and line him up with my aching, begging hole.
He bends over me, his arms on either side of my head.
He cups my face in his hands, staring passionately into my eyes.
Slowly, he pushes his hips against me, pushing into me and it sends me into a state of pure ecstasy.
I feel so full, so complete with him inside of me.
“Fuck, Sky,” he moans, “You feel so good.”
His thrusts are slow and steady at first, but the pace increases as our simultaneous pleasure mounts.
He pulls himself almost all the way out, only to push himself all the way in again, hard and rough.
Our bodies move together in such perfect unison, thrusting and bucking into each other in just the right way.
We’re one shaking, heaving mess of pleasure.
It almost sends me over the edge, and he reaches his hand between our bodies to stroke my clit. I can’t hold back anymore, and after only a few seconds of it and when my body is tensing and convulsing, all that heat is released.
He’s still looking me straight in the eyes.
It almost looks painful for him to stop his eyes from rolling back as he too reaches climax.
He explodes inside of me while my walls tense around him.
Only when he’s done, does he stop looking at me, and he collapses on top of me, burying his face in my neck.
After a few seconds, he whispers, “Fuck. I think I love you.”
That’s all I’ve wanted to hear, since the first second I laid eyes on him.
“I love you too, my beautiful monster,” I say, with a chuckle.