Chapter 18
Igrab the bag of food and loop the chain a few times around my palm so the length is easier to manage.
Then I tug to test it, thrilled at the way he lurches forward as I pull.
“Come on, Pet,” I demand, using the new nickname I blurted out in the heat of the moment but now think I might be kind of obsessed with.
And fuck, the way he called me “Master” was a high I’ve never experienced.
I lead Mason up the stairs like he’s a dog on a leash.
And I fucking love it.
I have never felt this kind of rush before. It’s more than just sexual desire or the excitement that’s come with hooking up with a man for the first time. This is pure fucking power that’s making me feel like I’m more important than anything else ever has. Like I’m invincible even.
Mason handed me complete control—and sure, I might’ve technically already had it with him being my prisoner—but before today I’ve been fighting it.
I’ve felt too guilty to embrace the position I’m in with him.
I was thinking too hard about what kind of person it would make me if I not only have a man trapped in my basement but also if I enjoy having him there.
But I’m done pretending like I don’t fucking love the feeling of owning him.
And I think he might actually love it too.
Fuck, I wish we’d ended up here in a more legal way. I wish I could really trust him to enjoy this while we’re alone, and then I could let him go without fear of him turning me in and ruining my life forever.
Even as I have the thought, I know we never would’ve ended up in these positions had I not thought I killed him. Before all this, I was way too cautious to have tried anything this kinky, not to mention I’d never considered sex with another man.
But now, how the fuck am I supposed to kill him? It’s not fair that I have to decide between living out fantasies with him and my freedom.
I can’t give this up now that I’ve had a taste of how truly incredible it is. And the thought of returning to the way things were before Mason? It doesn’t hold the appeal it used to, or that it probably should.
Today was the final crack in the resolve of normalcy I’d been clinging to so desperately. Now it’s shattered, revealing just how fucked up I really am, and I don’t want to go back. I want to keep him.
Maybe forever.
I want to lock him up in my house as my good little pet, a plaything that I can fuck and order around whenever I feel like it. Or even ignore if it pleases me. Punish when he deserves it.
Whatever I want because he’s mine. I own him.
Logically, I know it’s fucked up, but now that I’m aware of how much I enjoy it, I can’t unlearn it.
I don’t want to. My best bet is to just embrace it with someone who’s apparently as equally fucked up as me.
Enjoy the time I have left with him, and hope Grant and Eric recover from whatever fallout my inevitable arrest causes.
Because at this point, I think it really is inescapable.
After today, I could never kill Mason.
I might be holding the chain that’s around his neck, but he holds a power over me too.
Ultimately, it’s his testimony that will be my downfall, but until then, he doesn’t have to cooperate with me.
He could scream all day, he could fight back, try to use the chain as a weapon.
He could refuse to eat like he threatened or refuse to help with his bills and wait for me to get caught.
He could say peaches and take away his consent at any time.
Sure, he might be my prisoner, but I’d never actually force him to do anything sexual.
I might be into some fucked-up shit, but I’m not a monster.
There’s still that small voice in my head that’s worried he’s only agreed to it to earn my trust, or because he felt like it was the only way out.
Maybe I’m naive because I’m not the best liar, but I just can’t help it—I believe him.
He’s been so consistent from the moment he regained consciousness.
He’s obviously obsessed with the dark romance books, and he just seemed so genuinely into it while I was fucking his face… I hope he enjoyed it.
I ditch the food, leaving the bag on my bed, and lead him all the way into my en suite. I turn on the shower and realize Mason hasn’t said a word the entire time I was lost in thought about everything that happened.
I spin to face him, worried that he’s upset, but find him smirking up at me. I arch a brow. “You’re being uncharacteristically quiet. Are you waiting for me to give you permission? Go ahead, Pet. Speak.”
He smiles even bigger as he shrugs. “Just giving you time to process. I’ve enjoyed witnessing you embrace your role as my owner.”
I suck in a sharp breath at the confirmation that we’re so in sync. But before I push it any farther, I want to hear it again. “Mason, are you just saying that, doing all of this, because you think it’s what I want?”
His brows immediately draw together, and he shakes his head adamantly.
“No, not at all. I mean, I’m glad you’re finally realizing how hot this dynamic is, but I’ve wanted something like this for a long time.
Since well before we met. I wasn’t sure it was ever possible for me, but I hoped I’d find it.
I know you still don’t trust me fully, and we have to smooth out some of the logistics, but I want to be your pet, Zane.
I want you to own me. Want you to keep taking care of me while I make you feel good. ”
I swallow past the lump in my throat, feeling far more emotional than I expected to from his response. When I’m confident I’ve pulled myself together enough to speak, I nod. “Okay, Pet, kneel. At my feet.”
He immediately drops down again at my command, and my already achingly hard dick twitches. I’m standing on the rug, so I don’t think it hurt him, but I also love how he did it without care for his own comfort. Simply because I told him to.
Mason looks up at me with wide eyes from his new position, staring at me adoringly like I hung the fucking moon and not like I woke up this morning still contemplating killing him.
I use the hand not holding his chain to cup his face, stroking his cheek with my thumb.
This might be a new dynamic for me beyond porn, but something about it feels so right, as though it’s something I was always meant to embrace.
It’s easy to slip into this role, to anticipate what it is we’re both looking for from it.
“You were a very good boy for me downstairs. I’m going to take care of you now.
I’m going to clean you up, and then I’m going to feed you.
If you keep being good, you’ll be rewarded.
If you misbehave, you’ll be punished. Do you understand? ”
He runs his tongue over his upper lip as he nods eagerly. “Yes, Master.”
Fuck. Me.
I might not have much time left as a free man, but I’m going to milk it for everything it’s worth.