Before Mason kidnapped me I was doing OK. And yeah, I was still living off other people, but I could get by on my own if I wanted. If I really tried. And I was planning on that. And then… and then I was in that house and in that room and…
“Lyssa,” Mason says, snapping my thoughts back to him. “Which one?”
I make a decision as I look at my choices. But then it hits me that I already made this decision. I just… forgot.
“Neither,” I say, walking towards him.
No. Stalking towards him. Like a lioness on the hunt because she has to feed her pack. Like a wild thing.
I take both hangers and throw them on the floor. My hands sliding up the sides of his stomach, relishing the tight muscles as my fingertips explore his chest.
He backs up against the wall as I drop to my knees and take his cock in both hands. Fisting and pumping him as I gaze up into his eyes.
Not the eyes in the mirror, but the real ones.
“Don’t tell me to stop,” I say. “Because I’m not going to listen. Just accept this for what it is, Mason.”
He breathes through that statement for a few seconds. Thinking. Then he says, “There you are. I was wondering if you’d be back.”
I smile as I take his cock in my mouth. Wrapping my lips around his thick, swollen head, then pulling back so I can give him a tender kiss.
His fingertips grab my wet hair and twist. Hard enough to pull on my scalp. The exact opposite of the way he so tenderly combed it just a few minutes ago. He pulls my head back away from his cock and I open my mouth. Because I know what he wants to do.
And I want to do it.
Then he thrusts me forward, his aim true, because he slides his cock straight into my waiting mouth and keeps going until it pushes against the back of my throat.
I clamp my lips around his shaft. Doing my best not to bite, but right now, I can’t make any promises. He is hard, and thick, and fills me up. So when he pulls back on my head again, my teeth do—maybe a little on purpose—drag against the sensitive skin of his cock.
He hisses, then thrust me back in, not caring that I’m not being careful. Urging me, in fact, to let go and be less careful.
I let him fuck my face. I let him gag me. I let him pool saliva in my mouth and choke me with his cock.
And when he comes, he does it in my throat. He is not careful either and that’s how I know he trusts me.
I don’t want to be babied. I don’t want to be some mindless thing that can’t make her own choices.
I want to be his strong lioness.
I swallow all of his come. Every bit. And the drips and drops I miss he swipes away with the tip of his finger and offers to me.
I take that too.
And when I’m done he whispers, “OK.”
And I whisper back, “OK.”
And then he picks me up and throws me on his bed.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE – MASON
“Do you need a spanking?” I ask, placing my hands on the bed and crawling up her body.
She smiles and squeals. “What did I do now?” she coos, lifting up her knees to block me, but I just use that as an opportunity to part her legs and scoot my body in between them.
“Threw my shirts on the ground.” I tsk my tongue at her. “Naughty,” I say. “You’re very naughty, Lyssa. Maybe you need to learn some manners? Hmm?”
I lean forward and take her mouth and she smiles into our kiss. “Maybe,” she agrees.
“You like it, don’t you?”
“Hmmm,” she says, still kissing me. “I’ve never thought about it before. Or done it, really.”
“Which part?” I ask.
“The spanking. That kind of stuff. I’ve never really done anything like that.”
I pull back and gaze down into her eyes. “Seriously?”
“You’re my first,” she says, teasing me by squishing her tits together.
“Well,” I say, kissing her again. “If I had known that I’d have been more careful with you.”
She threads her fingers into my hair and says, “You were careful.”
I kiss her hungrily at that remark, leaning my hips into her parted legs and rubbing my cock against her pussy as I slowly drop the weight of my chest onto her breasts. She rubs the inside of her thighs along the outside of mine, reaching down to grab my cock.
“I can’t get enough of you, Lyssa.”
“Good,” she whispers back.
“I don’t want you to go back to that house. I don’t want you to marry some asshole you hate. But I have a feeling your stepfather will put up a fight.”
“He will,” she agrees.