Chapter 4 #2
Then he put his hand to my throat before kissing me deeply. “You are mine, Jasmine. You already put the ring on my finger. Magically is more than fucking jewelry. I will spank your ass and own your body all I want if you misbehave. I will show you exactly who you belong to. Always.”
He kept his hand at my throat and buried his face between my legs. He devoured my pussy. There was no other word besides devoured. His tongue, lips, and teeth were just all over while he completely dominated me.
I fucking loved it. My sweet, chill, computer geek Mason owned my body… And more. It was time to admit it was more.
He was fully naked when he moved over me with a sexy smirk. “Say it.”
“I’m yours, Mason,” I whimpered. “You own me.”
He thrust in me so deeply it took my breath away. He pinned my hands over my head and leaned down until our lips were touching with my leg folded between us.
But instantly, he let me go. “Sorry, muffin. I’m so sorry.” He gave me gentle, soft kisses.
It hit me. “What did you sense?”
“Too much,” he confessed, worry in his eyes.
“It takes you a lot to play that way. You don’t realize it because you drown in my desires—your partner’s desires.
” He swallowed loudly. “Please don’t be pinned down for a while like that.
No wrist restraints until you learn better to separate yourself from the desires of others. ”
I slowly nodded. “I didn’t realize.”
“Nothing is ever easy.”
“Hey, I’m okay,” I promised him, worried about how haunted he seemed. “You might have gotten something old from me. I’m really okay about that now. Mostly.”
He seemed skeptical and simply kissed me as he moved my other leg around him. “I can’t ever hurt you with my dark side, muffin. Not ever.”
“We will both make mistakes and that’s okay. We’ll fix them again and go forward together.” I snorted when he froze. “Yeah, I know that’s rich from me, but you make me want to do that.”
I was glad when he let me look away because that was beyond my level of mushy. I realized it was his desires of wanting me to reciprocate more with him… But it wasn’t that I didn’t want to.
I think he sensed that because he didn’t stop what we were doing, and more than that, his hand came back to my throat. I shivered. He really, really liked that.
His jealousy was a bit much but understandable given my job and situation weren’t normal. He was working on it. It wasn’t bad when it was being handled, and everything was a mess.
But his being so possessive of me was fucking addictive.
Mason made me declare I was his over and over again before he used magic to make me orgasm while fucking me roughly. I loved it. Beyond fucking loved it.
He finished deep inside of me, grunting that I was owned and his, claimed in all the ways that mattered before turning me over and repeating it all.
He’d stop if I wasn’t loud enough agreeing or begging him to make me his.
He’d just fucking pull out of me and rub his cock over my ass, giving me a few light smacks until I regained my breath and would say my body was his.
It was beyond exciting and such demanding play that I couldn’t believe I was into it given how I ran from commitment. Ran from being chained down and afraid of what it all meant.
Part of it was because I knew it was play and he would never cage me like so many others had. Another part was knowing he was normally the same and we were trying to work on being better as much as healing each other.
And part of it was we just fit. I’d never met someone who I just felt like I clicked with and had known for decades instead of months. I wasn’t sure of my full feelings for Mason, but I knew my life was better with him in it and I would be willing to do a lot to keep him at my side.
Embracing his dark side and playing like this now and again when I also enjoyed it was more than worth it. Yeah, fine, be possessive. Say you owned me. Say it all. Make me say it.
Just want me that much and fight to be with me. He was fighting his proverbial demons to try and have something real with me.
That was better than all of the adult toys ever invented and I’d played with.
I thought we were done when he finished inside of me. Mason carried me to the bathroom and cleaned me up, but then that smirk came back. I saw a glimpse of it in the mirror and realized he’d promised to have me in every way.
Right. Of course.
Which was how we ended up in the shower and he fucked my ass twice.
“Hey, we’re okay,” I whispered when it was over and I felt his desire to turn away. He was embarrassed he’d lost control, but I used what little strength I had left and latched onto him. “Don’t turn from me. Let me in, Mason.”
“I won’t ever turn away from you. I just need a minute to breathe.”
“Breathe with me after what we shared just like I do with you,” I… Begged? Yeah, it felt like begging. I probably should have given him the space, but it was so difficult for me that I let him see that side of me, shared so much of myself with him, and then he wouldn’t do the same.
“I know,” he breathed as he held me tighter. “I know it hurts you too much. I’m sorry.” His strong arms encircled me, and I felt warmer somehow.
Mason gave me soft, reassuring kisses as he showered both of us and took care of me. I let him and soaked up the tenderness knowing he was trying.
But also before I had to go back into the madness of murder and the darkness of evil. Granted, I hadn’t really left it focusing on being a councilwoman and organizing demons… And the German government.
Murder and the worst tendencies of people were a different level of evil.
Then again, was killing someone really worse than holding them prisoner and using them in unspeakable ways and not seeing them as a true person?
“Muffin, if you don’t stop, my mind is going to spin out,” he muttered as he dried me off. “Seriously, your aura is…”
I winced as he set me on the counter and went for his glasses. Most used glasses to see better. For Mason, they more blocked him from seeing too much. Yes, they corrected his vision for the computer in a way I couldn’t really understand. They more focused him?
I wasn’t really sure, but I didn’t think even other magics would understand it.
I just felt bad that I could overwhelm him like that. “Sorry.”
He chuckled and came back with his glasses on, giving me a soft kiss as his sexy, wet curls tickled my face. “No reason to be sorry. I just—you spend so much energy arguing with yourself or really overthinking things you can’t ever get the answers to that it’s exhausting.”
I didn’t take it as criticism because he did the same. We recognized our own on that.
“Are you mad at me?” I clarified when I felt he was confused. “For pushing you.”
“No.” His response was instant and firm. “No, I want you to be honest with me and call me out when I—I ask you not run from me and give me what I need. You should always feel safe to do the same. Thank you for telling me not to turn from you—that I’m safe with you. Truly.”
“Okay, good.” I accepted the hug he gave, glad it was okay.
But it didn’t really feel resolved? Like he was still struggling with it all? I guess that really didn’t change or couldn’t be fixed just because we’d dabbled in his darkness.
Wouldn’t it be great if that was how things could work?
“So how was the scene?” he asked once we were dressed and putting plates together from the food he made.
I snorted. “Sloppy. The crime scene was half-assed, and clearly the cops disagreed if it was anything to look into.” I nodded when he raised an eyebrow. “I just walked in.” I told him the rest when he sighed.
“Lovely. Always lovely to see when—you want to feel bad for cops getting burnt out, but people need them to be there when they should. Everything is just too fucked up.”
I let that go because we all had those kinds of days.
I didn’t think he should be so cranky after all the hot sex we’d just had, but even how amazing I was in bed couldn’t fix everything. Close—but not everything.
“So the nosy neighbor was helpful?” he pushed when I didn’t continue and simply ate.
I nodded, thinking back over what she said.
“She had a lot to say about strippers while saying she didn’t have a problem with them.
Her jealousy was through the roof and her desires to be pretty enough to basically get paid well to stand around naked when she was younger—I’ve seen the type a lot.
Women who think they support women but judge harshly. ”
“Always fun,” he agreed. “So she was in love with the deceased?”
“No, strictly like auntie vibe,” I corrected.
“He actually helped her out and she would drop off food. Might have been the only redeeming thing about Steven Scalf I found. Though it was clear he got more out of the deal than she did.” I shrugged when he raised an eyebrow at that.
“How hard is it to mow two lawns once you got the mower out?
“She bought it. Some nice little riding one for both their houses and she was always making him lunch in thanks all year. Picking up his groceries. Sure, he’d give her money, but—it was transactional, not kindness.
He wasn’t just helping a senior citizen.
” I waved off what he was going to say next, sensing his worry. “No, he wasn’t abusing her.
“It was like sixty/forty from what she was saying or the vibe I got. But that’s shitty.
The guy wasn’t like super evil but like just seemed not great.
I don’t know. I just got it from her and the impression of his house.
According to her, he was a great boy and she was confused why he bothered with those sluts instead of a real woman.
Especially that greedy whore in the end. ”
“Oh?” Mason chuckled. “So you got a lead then.”
I nodded. “And she happened to know what club he liked. Didn’t know the name of said whore but had a lot to say about how she…” I snorted, shaking my head and taking too big of a bite.
“This should be good. Your aura is all over.”
I nodded and swallowed my food. “It’s actually kinda cute if it wasn’t turned around.
I could see it—I honestly see it as something like you or Aidan would like.
” I almost added Dylan for sure, but I wasn’t even going to mention him when we were done and I wanted to move forward, glad I hadn’t even seen him in days.
Fine “days” wasn’t a whole lot of time, but… It was a start.
“Big tippers—or I guess really she—the guys paid to get their—”
“Okay, you’re being cute about this,” he chuckled. “Do you want to do it?”
I gave him the look he deserved. “No, I don’t want to do what the murderer does to lure in victims.” I sat with that a moment and then shrugged. “She gets their initials on her nails.”
He slowly blinked at me. “I’m sorry?”
I nodded. “She gets their initials on her nails. Works them into the designs of her nails. I don’t know what type—this lady didn’t know, but Steven had told his neighbor that he had to go to the salon because he’d finally secured his turn to get his initials on her.
He was all excited and said he thought this was it and it would be the last initials she ever had on her.
“She said the ‘bitch was greedy and made him pay for the nails.’” I smiled when Mason snorted.
“Yeah, I made a point to say that even in a normal relationship, I was pretty sure if a woman did that for her man, he better be paying for the manicure because that—nail art isn’t cheap.
And I’m all for fun and some possessiveness, but that needs to be appreciated. ”
“Absolutely,” Mason agreed… With heat in his eyes.
Yeah, I definitely had called that one correctly.
He wanted his initials on me.
Even if the last name he was currently using wasn’t his real one.
Oh boy.