Chapter 17 #2
“So we can go to the beach and get in the ocean.” He gestured to himself and that was when I noticed he was wearing swim trunks.
His cock was pushing obscenely at the fabric, still hard.
He bent down to ran his fingertips along the edge of my face, tucking back a wispy lock of hair. “I promise I won’t push you under.”
I don’t believe you.
Instead of answering him, I climbed off my bed to my dresser. “Get my purse,” I said over my shoulder as I dug out my single black bikini.
Mason grabbed my bag off my nightstand as I put the bathing suit on, tying the strings behind my neck. It was a simple suit, a little skimpy but not ridiculous. I threw on an oversized zip-up hoodie, then tugged on my shorts and slid on my cheap dollar-store flip flops.
“Perfect. Adorable. Sexy,” Mason said, staring at me with a grin on his face.
I flipped him off as I walked past him out of the room.
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The drive to the beach didn’t take long.
I wasn’t sure how to feel now that my favorite private spot had turned into a place where Mason and I were spending so much time together.
Parts of me liked it. All the memories where we’d toed the line of safety, of sanity, gave this place teeth.
Sharp teeth, like the ones I collected in a jar at my bedside.
I wanted to collect these teeth too. See if they’d be sharp enough to cut me for real.
We left all our stuff in the car when we arrived, only bringing two towels with us down the cliffside, then folding them on a rock away from the tide. I was aware I was making a terrible, unsafe decision by coming here with him.
But I needed to feel something.
Feel wanted, even if that want was paired with storm-like obsession.
The water lapped at our ankles, and then rose steadily as we waded further into the ocean. Mason kept my hand firmly interlocked with his own. Even the wind and cold water couldn’t touch me with him here. I didn’t know how it was natural for someone to produce that much heat, but I liked it.
“Are you always this warm?” I asked, sucking in my stomach while the water rose over my hips.
“Yeah. You like it?”
“It’s useful.” That was all he was going to get from me. Useful.
We’d passed the place where the waves were breaking, but the temperature of the water still felt manageable, as long as I stayed close to Mason. I had to press up on my tiptoes as we went even deeper.
“I can’t really touch here,” I said, head tilted back.
“Come to me, I’ll hold you,” Mason instructed, pulling me to his body.
He pressed his mouth to mine, cupping my face with his palm while I wrapped my legs around his torso.
God, he was so warm. It felt really good on my skin.
He kissed me a little harder, his large hands gripping my ass, fingers sliding under my bikini.
I twisted my arms behind his neck, holding him close, gliding my tongue along his.
“I need something true,” he said, breathing hard, breaking our kiss.
Somehow, I knew what he was going to ask. Do you still want me to force you? I didn’t want him to say the words, so I answered first. That way, I might be able to pretend I wasn’t actually agreeing to this.
“It’s okay,” I whispered. “I chose to come out here with you.”
His brown eyes flashed to mine, the look in his gaze hitting me like a punch to the gut. He didn’t ask me any clarifying questions, didn’t ask for any limits. If I wanted those, I’d have to tell him myself.
The fantasy felt so real like this. I knew he would let me fight, but never let me go.
Maybe it was real. I didn’t know what he’d do.
Maybe I should’ve never given him permission.
Maybe I should’ve kept my mouth shut, but I didn’t, and it was too late now, and I didn’t even really want to take the words back, but—
“I’m going to hold my breath for three minutes,” he said. “Count. I’ll only come up once you say it’s been three minutes.”
“Is that safe?”
“I could easily do triple that amount. I didn’t want you to worry, so I chose a shorter time.” He squeezed my ass, making my stomach flutter. “Unless you just want to make out with me.”
“I don’t know,” I murmured with my mouth near his ear. “You’re being kinda nice to me now.”
“Do you like it when I’m nice?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you like it when I’m mean?”
Yes. “I don’t know,” I answered again, lightly scraping his back with my nails.
“Hmm,” he hummed, bringing one palm to my throat, wrapping his fingers around. His grip tightened. A dangerous thrill sparked in my blood.
Squeeze me harder. Make me black out.
Hold my whole life in your hands.
“Count,” Mason ordered, taking his hand from my neck.
His head slipped below the surface, his lips skimming the front of my thighs, his hands finding my ass again. I almost forgot to start counting.
Mason leaned forward, pushing his face against the apex of my thighs. I could feel his nose through my swimsuit, nuzzling my pussy. Insatiable. It was nice to be desired, though. Even if that desire came with bite marks.
The three minutes seemed to stretch on forever, numbers ticking in my head while Mason kept trying to encourage me to spread my thighs. I had my hands planted on his muscular shoulders so I’d stay above the water. He coasted his fingertips over my pussy, my wet swimsuit the only barrier between us.
I started tapping his head once I’d reached one-eighty in my count.
But he didn’t come up.
I tapped him harder. He was shaking his head.
Without giving myself much time to think about it, I slid below the water myself. It was just like our first meeting. Me following him under the waves.
I couldn’t see down here, but I could feel him in front of me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and held the back of his neck, leaning forward to kiss him on the lips.
He smiled, a few bubbles escaping his mouth and floating past our faces.
I kissed him again, trying to communicate with my mind and my mouth. Come up to the surface now.
I pushed off him, turning around and rising towards air.
His hand grabbed my wrist.
He was pulling me down.
No, no, no. Stop, Mason.
I tried to yank my wrist out of his grasp, pry his fingers off me, but I couldn’t. My eyes cracked open, everything shrouded in darkness, Mason’s figure vaguely in front of me. I extended my leg, planting my foot on his chest and trying to push off.
But the angle was wrong and I slipped, losing all leverage as Mason spun me and pulled me back against his chest. His arms banded around my waist. My heart started slamming on my ribcage.
I needed to breathe. The things I wanted above the surface felt so much more horrifying when I was trapped below it.
You said you wouldn’t.
Fear crept along the edges of my consciousness and I tightened my grip on Mason’s forearms. I couldn’t trust him. No matter what he said to me, he’d do whatever he wanted to do in the moment. It aroused me on some very deep, base level, going beyond physicality, scraping my soul. It horrified me.
He was going to hold me down here, under the water with him, for as long as he wanted.
And he could hold his breath so much longer than I could.
I was trying not to panic, trying to keep myself from spiraling, but I didn’t know what to do. Doing something in real life wasn’t the same as imagining it. This wasn’t forced sex; this was forced drowning. We didn’t talk about this. I never told him I wanted him to do this to me. He couldn’t know.
Or maybe he did know. His words echoed in my memories.
You’re a lot more like me than you want to admit. You can’t hide from me, baby.
I’d known then, that people like us shouldn’t be together. But every day since, I’d ignored that fact, let him drag me down deeper, disregarding that this was why we should stay away from each other. It wasn’t safe.
I couldn’t touch anything except him. Not the ocean floor, not a breaking wave, not a gust of wind. It was just me and Mason in this darkness, void of any safety rope or tether.
His dick was hard against my ass, nudging between my legs when he shifted his hips.
Heat curled low in my stomach as he thrust against me, his erection brushing my clit while my lungs burned and my head got fuzzy with the lack of oxygen.
I dug my nails into his skin, trying to scratch him deep enough to bleed.
My mind was so confused, a million sensations rushing in my bloodstream.
It was like he wanted to kill me.
Did he?
My body tightened, heat pooling low in my stomach as one of his hands slid between my legs.
His fingers sought out my clit, expertly rubbing me over my swimsuit.
I’d already been turned on before he dragged me down here, so it felt good.
But I couldn’t breathe. If I blacked out this time, what would happen?
Would I inhale water once I was unconscious? I didn’t want to find out.
His cock was so hard. So thick and so hard while he played with my body, holding me captive down here with him. He’d promised he wouldn’t push me down.
Fucking liar.
Liar.
I’m never seeing you again after this. Nothing you say will convince me to put myself back in this situation. You said you wouldn’t hold me down. You said that straight to my face.
He grabbed my bikini top and yanked one of the triangles to the side, exposing my breast. I jerked in his hold, his arm pinning mine down when I tried to cover myself again.
My pussy was throbbing.
He yanked the other side of my bikini, bunching the fabric up so my tits were fully uncovered, soft currents swishing over my sensitive skin.
I thrashed against his hold, my nipples hardening in the cool water.
He rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging lightly, still thrusting his hips against me.
God, what the fuck is going on?
My heart was beating so hard it hurt, my body drenched in pleasure and pain and terror and bliss. He alternated between my nipples, skimming the flat of his palm over them as they pulled tight and sensitive. I couldn’t stop squirming in his arms, wanting more, needing more.
How was it even possible for me to enjoy something like this? I was scared out of my mind, seconds away from drowning, and somehow about to come. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, my limbs paralyzed in the water.
Arching my back, I rubbed my ass on his dick, my thoughts muffled and nonsensical now. I like this. I like this so much I would let him kill me for it.
But I couldn’t like it. I didn’t like it.
He grabbed my breast roughly, thumb flicking over my nipple as I pressed my head back against his warm shoulder.
Yes. Harder. As if he could hear my thoughts, he moved his palm across to my other breast, each fingertip a dull point of discomfort on my flesh as he squeezed me roughly, pinching my nipple hard enough to lace the pleasure with pain.
I could feel my heartbeat throughout my entire body, my clit pulsing between my legs, swollen and needy.
Mason’s hand glided down my belly, pushing into my bikini bottoms, stretching the material. He rubbed the pad of his middle finger back and forth over my clit with the perfect amount of pressure, the perfect speed.
I wanted to cry.
I wanted to fuck him.
I wanted to fucking kill him.
He hooked his fingers in the gusset of my bottoms and pulled them to the side too, running his fingertips along my bare pussy. Like I was a toy for him to play with, to do whatever he wanted with. I felt him push down the front of his boxers, and then his cock was brushing my pussy, skin on skin.
The pressure on my head was making me dizzy, the fire in my lungs spreading down my limbs as I strained.
He didn’t let me go, didn’t stop rubbing my aching clit with the head of his cock.
He was so warm, nudging my entrance, angling up to press on my clit again.
My lungs were spasming. I was starting to realize that I was going to breathe, whether I wanted to or not, and if he didn’t let me go, I was going to inhale ocean water. I was going to die.
Raw, animalistic fear and instinct were taking over. My body was on fire, agony in my veins, darkness claiming my mind.
He’s actually going to kill me.
I need to breathe right now. I need to breathe right now or else I’m going to die down here with him.
Fuck. I don’t want this.
Not for real. Not right here. Not like this.
Please, Mason. Let me fucking breathe.
At the last second, he pushed me above the surface.