Chapter 22
Ifinally pull the mask off, still panting, trying to catch my breath as I process everything that just happened. I’m still holding Mason close, not ready to pull out, and the thought makes me laugh.
He turns to look at me over his shoulder. “What?”
“I just…” I trail off, smiling at him as I attempt to figure out how to put everything I’m feeling into words. “I can’t believe I just did that. Or how hot it all was. Easily the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“Right?” he eagerly agrees, resting back into me again, hugging my arm closer as if he’s afraid I’ll let go of him.
“I’ve read so many books and had so many fantasies about doing stuff like this.
But holy fuck, actually doing it? The real experience was even better than I’d ever hoped for.
I never thought I’d get the chance. Thank you, Zane. ”
I’m not sure how to respond to that. I don’t want to think about how complicated our situation is or the fact the man I’ve kidnapped is thanking me for fucking him, so I try to push those thoughts away and stay in the moment.
As much as I’d like to stay inside him for the rest of the day, my softening cock has other plans.
I reluctantly pull out and quickly remove and tie off the condom, setting it on the side table to deal with later before pulling Mason down to lay on top of me as I settle back against the cushions.
I run my hands through his fading pink curls and admire his lean physique. I’ll have to buy him new hair dye soon.
Was it really only today that I was passively coming out to Grant? I feel like so much has changed in so little time these last couple of weeks, even these last few days.
Grant so readily accepting that I’m not straight felt like the final piece of the puzzle falling into place. I honestly hadn’t considered coming out to anyone because no one can know about Mason, but it feels good knowing I have my best friend’s support; not that I would have doubted him.
Now, looking at the naked man lying on top of me, the defined muscles, his round ass, even his soft cock resting against his thigh, it’s almost impossible to remember a time when I wasn’t aware of my attraction to the male body.
He looks up at me with a curious smile. “So what inspired all of this?”
I continue to play with his hair as I answer.
“I told you, I’m done holding back around you, Little Psycho.
You have a safe word, and I want you to use it if you ever even think about wanting to.
I will never be upset or mad if you do. But I really fucking enjoy the power I feel owning you.
I think you know this dynamic is new for me too, but I can’t stop thinking about all the things I want to do to you.
I decided it was time to give in to all my fucked-up desires, to see if it felt as wrong as I’d worried it might. ”
“Did it?”
“No,” I admit honestly.
“Good. We can be fucked up together,” he agrees with a huge smile.
I chuckle as I continue to stroke his head. “How was that for you? Is there anything else you want to try that we haven’t talked about?”
His eyes go wide, and a mischievous grin takes over his expression.
“It was amazing. I loved all that dirty talk about being your sex toy. I like things that get my adrenaline going, when I know I should be scared, but instead it turns me on. I know I’ve mentioned it before, but I’m really into the idea of free use and consensual non-consent.
I want you to fuck me whenever the desire strikes.
It doesn’t matter if I’m in the middle of painting, eating, sleeping; it’s literally a free pass to use my body for your pleasure.
No need to check in first or warn me, just expose my hole and use it. ”
My breathing picks up again as I imagine what he’s offering. How hot it would be. “Sleeping? How would that even work?”
His smile grows even wider. “There’s a couple of options. Maybe I’m already stretched and lubed because you recently fucked me while I was awake, although that would probably work best if the first round was a little less rough. Or I could prep on my own before bed and be ready for you.”
I literally just had one of the most intense orgasms of my life, but just thinking about Mason asleep and ready for me to use him as I please has my cock twitching. I definitely want to fulfill that fantasy for him.
“Also, when I say consensual non-consent, I mean I want to be able to fight back physically, to tell you to get off me and stop, all while you keep going because I haven’t used my safe word. I wanted to do more of that tonight, but I was worried you’d think I actually wanted to stop.”
I swallow. Everything he’s describing, hell, everything we’ve already done, is so the opposite of what I grew up learning about “proper sex,” but it all turns me on so much.
It feels so wrong because that’s what I’ve been taught is wrong, but I nod because he’s being very clear about wanting this too. “Okay, we can do that.”
We stay on the couch for a while, me playing with Mason’s curls while he tells me about different scenes from books he’s read that he enjoyed the most. Eventually I notice goosebumps on his arms. “Let’s go upstairs and put some clothes on.”
He stands first, and I realize that while he might be naked, he’s no longer sporting an erection or horny, so I firmly grab his wrist to keep him at my side as I guide him back up to my room, where I lock us inside.
Pete was up here the whole time, and he lifts his head from the dog bed I set up in the corner to give us a questioning look, as if he knows what we did downstairs and is judging us for it.
“Step inside,” I instruct as I hold out a pair of my boxers to help dress Mason. Obviously I could just hand him the clothes, but the little things like this—dressing him, washing him, feeding him—make me feel like I really am taking care of something that’s mine, and I enjoy it immensely.
Once he’s dressed, I put clothes on too, and for the first time I notice the canvas sitting front and center.
It’s striking and immediately demands all my attention.
I walk over so I can look at it more closely.
I’d love to touch it, to run my finger along the different textures he’s managed to create, but it’s still shiny in a way that I assume means it’s drying.
“Do you like it? I think it’s probably done, but I wanted your opinion.”
“Don’t you dare change anything,” I respond firmly.
He laughs. “Well, I should probably sign it so you can sell it, but otherwise I won’t add anything else.”
“You were serious about that? Me posting your art to sell?”
“Of course. My bills are all set up for autopay like I’ve told you, but eventually the accounts will run out if you don’t. I know you don’t believe me, but I have no desire to turn you in. I don’t want to leave.”
Fuck, I wish I could actually believe him.
But every time I start to, I remember the way he looked lifeless when I hit him with my car.
The way I shoved his limp body into my passenger seat so I could drive him out to the middle of nowhere with the intention of burying his corpse.
I remember the way he looked when he opened his eyes, and I knocked him out with the shovel before tying him up in my basement.
How could I ever completely trust that he won’t turn me in after that?
Even if he truly is living out his sexual fantasies with me now, the way we got here was so fucked up.
He might believe he’s enjoying his role with me, but what if that changes?
What if a month from now, the novelty of being my pet has worn off, and he decides he’d rather leave?
What if I do something to piss him off? He’ll always have the truth of how we met to use against me.
I can’t forget that.
But for now, I should probably focus on making sure he has enough money to cover his bills. “Well, if you really want me to sell your art as you, I think we should probably talk about your social media presence.”
He waves a hand dismissively. “I very rarely posted pictures that I was in, so don’t worry about it seeming different.”
“Oh, I know. I meant we should talk about your account in general because it sucks.”
He spins to face me, looking offended. “Excuse me, I’ll have you know I’ve sold many pieces for respectable five-figure prices.”
“And that’s well deserved. Your art is amazing.
I’m not commenting on that. I just think you could be making even more.
You sell your paintings as your primary source of income, correct?
” He nods. “So your art is your business. You need to treat it like one. Proper branding, consistent posting and engagement with your fans, build up the hype around an upcoming launch rather than spontaneously posting whenever something is available. I can set it all up for you now, or we can work on it together if you’d prefer, but you’ll need to keep up with it in the future if you want to reach your full potential. ”
“I’ve never been good at that stuff.” He sighs. “But if you’re implying I’ll have to do it because you’ll be in jail or whatever, this is just another reason for me to not turn you in. I never want to see those apps again.”
He does seem to really hate marketing himself, but… “Let’s prepare for the worst, just in case.”
“Whatever you say, Master.” He winks, and I have the strongest urge to close the distance between us to kiss him.
I know I said I wasn’t holding back with him anymore, but I was referring to acting out all the possessive desires I have when it comes to having sex with him.
I’m not prepared for the tenderness I feel toward Mason, and I’m not sure if I should act on it.
There’s a guilty knot in my gut as I once again remind myself of how we ended up here.
Why does the idea of kissing him make me feel so vulnerable when I was literally just inside of him?