by Mia Madison
He pointed ahead and I winced at the thought. After taking a second to consider my options, I shook my head and undid my own seatbelt.
“You’re driving. You know where the worst of it is better than I do.”
“My thoughts exactly,” he agreed before getting out of the car.
I awkwardly switched seats as he jogged around to the other side and got in. While I had a moment alone, I glanced forward and backward, realizing that I couldn’t see any sign of houses or other vehicles.
“We’re completely alone out here, aren’t we?” I asked once Mason dropped into the driver’s seat. “Do a lot of people take this road?”
“Not that I know of. Why?”
“I just got a really good idea,” I said with a wink.
His confused eyes were so focused on my face that he missed my hand sneaking toward his lap until my palm rubbed his thigh in a very blatant gesture. His lips twitched at the corners as I continued to rub, widening the circles on his leg until I brushed against the side of his hardening cock.
“I really hope you aren’t teasing me,” he said as he gripped my wrist and brought my hand directly to his cock. “You’re going to get one hell of a punishment if you are.”
“And if I’m not teasing you?” I asked, trying to get more information to weigh my options. Because punishment from Mason didn’t sound half bad.
“Then you’d be in for a reward,” he breathed out as I clenched my fingers down hard.
“Hmm. I can’t decide which sounds better.”
Mason laughed breathlessly. “I’ll pick for you if you can’t.”
Even though I already knew which option he would pick, I couldn’t deny him. His voice was desperate and I wanted to please him far more than I wanted to be spanked by him.
Besides, I was certain that I could find plenty of ways to earn a punishment later on. Rebellious behavior was kind of my bread and butter.
“Okay. You pick.”
“Thank fuck,” he growled.
He pushed my hand away and jerkily unfastened his fly. He raised his hips just enough to shimmy the jeans and his boxers down and let out a heavy sigh of relief as his cock sprang free. He tried to reach for my hand again, but I was a step ahead of him.
I rapidly tucked my hair behind my ears and held it back with one hand while I ran my tongue around the ridge of the head of his cock, savoring both the taste and the sound of his surprised moan.
The sound turned into an outright whimper when I flattened the tip and massaged the extra-sensitive spot on the underside. The needy noise made my insides clench with desire while Mason tried to cover the sound with a grunt. He was clearly embarrassed, but I didn’t give him much time to think about it.
Instead, I sunk my lips down as far as I could take him—getting his cock as wet as possible so I could take more on my next suck.
“Holy fuck,” he ground out before taking over the task of holding my hair out of the way.
His hands were shaking, but surprisingly gentle as he combed it out of my face and held it in a mock ponytail. I could feel his eyes watching me as I bobbed up and down on his cock and as I started getting more aggressive with my lips, his hands tightened their hold in my hair until he was forcefully pushing me up and down at the speed he wanted. I rolled my palm over his balls and he groaned loudly.
“Shit, shit, shit,” he chanted as we continued to work my mouth over him. “Mmm. Don’t stop.”
He started thrusting upward and I could feel his balls drawing closer to his body. I pulled my hand away and pressed my palm between my legs, grinding the heel of my hand against my core in desperate search of friction while I moaned around his rock hard length.
I knew the exact moment when he saw me attempting to give myself pleasure because he let out a strangled cry and fisted my hair tightly to hold me in place. His hips bucked up wildly and I struggled to breathe through my nose as he called my name to the roof of my car and came hard between my lips.
“Oh fuck! Fuck, Layla,” he deliriously panted as I swallowed down every last drop. “My God. You’re so fucking perfect.”
I hummed and smiled around his cock when I felt him shudder. He eased me away from his cock and sank back into the seat, his eyes closed and a blissful smile on his lips. While my entire body felt like it was on fire due to sheer need, I couldn’t deny how happy it made me to see him in a post-orgasmic daze.
Then his eyes popped open and he sat up—his back ramrod straight as he hastily fastened his seat belt. He barked out a breathless order for me to do the same and I swallowed hard, worried about whatever was happening. Had he heard something outside that I missed? He twisted the key and shifted the car into drive, pulling down the dirt road as soon as the lights were on.
“Mason? What’s wrong?”
“I need to give you your reward,” he clipped out before sucking in a shaky breath. “As soon as fucking possible.”
It was then that I realized he hadn’t even bothered to refasten his pants and his cock was proudly standing at attention near my steering wheel. I couldn’t help myself—I laughed.
“That’s obscene,” I explained when he shot me a look. I reached into the back and grabbed one of the random jackets that rested on the seat to drape over his lap. “There. Just in case we get pulled over. How the hell are you still hard anyways?”
Mason seemed to ignore me. He stared straight ahead at the road in an attempt to concentrate, but I could tell he was lost in thought.
“I saw you touching yourself before I came. I’m going to lick your pretty pussy until you beg me to stop because you can’t take anymore.”
My breath hitched and a soft moan escaped before I could stop it. “Is that my reward?”
“No, baby,” he said with a dark chuckle. “That comes after you’re so wiped out you can’t even move. Once that happens, I’m going to open those legs again and slide my cock into you. That’s your reward. That’s what you need, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I need it. I need your cock inside me,” I whispered as my hand strayed back to press between my legs. “Please.”
“Stop that,” he chided, reaching over to swat at my hand. “You’re in for a long fucking night as it is and every orgasm you have will belong to me—my fingers, my tongue, my cock. I own you tonight. Do you understand?”
It was on the tip of my tongue to admit that he owned me every night and he had for months, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it. The fog of lust was so thick that rational thought had a hard enough time breaking through without the extra difficulty of forming words.
The only thing I could do was quietly croak out, “I’m yours.”
His fingers gripped the wheel tighter and I knew he heard it. The measure of relief I felt when I turned to see the corners of his lips lifting in a small smile was insurmountable. He wanted me to be his.
What was even better was what he whispered into the darkness a few moments later.
“And I’m yours.”
8
“I’m still sore, Mason,” I said with a pout, dragging my feet as I followed him into the exercise room. “Do we really have to do a session now?”
He’d kept his word about owning me that night and hours of torture from his tongue, fingers, and cock—not to mention a few rough spankings—had left me sore in the best kind of way. But even though it was the good kind, I was still sore.
As in hurting. As in I didn’t want to do a damn thing that didn’t involve lounging around in a hot bath and feeling Mason wash my hair for me.
I admit that I might have been milking my soreness just to keep his gentle hands running over my body in soothing movements and he had indulged me for the better part of the day. But I must have given myself away by taking too much pleasure in the massages because Mason wasn’t giving up his insistence that we have an evening yoga session.
“Trust me, Layla. It’ll make you feel a lot better. We won’t do anything str
enuous, I promise. Just some basic stretches to get you nice and relaxed.”
“Fine,” I said with a huff. “There better be another reward in this for me.”
“Flexibility is a reward of its own, is it not?”
“A reward for you,” I said with an eye roll, my mind summoning up images of the positions he’d twisted me into the night before. “Your crazy Kama Sutra shit is why I’m so sore in the first place.”
“Then come here and let me make it all better.”
His hand stretched out toward me and I frowned when I saw that he only set up one yoga mat. I supposed it was a good sign, though. It meant he was serious about this not becoming a full-blown session.
Within five minutes of letting his hands assist me into the most basic of stretches while his deep voice guided me through the moves and simultaneously penetrated my very being, I got the sneaking suspicion it wasn’t entirely for my benefit.
“Mason?”
“Hmm?” he hummed, his hands ghosting down my hips and caressing my thighs.
“Is this to relax me or for you to cop a feel?”
His hands froze for a moment before continuing the trek to my ass as he said, “Both.”
“But I don’t get it. We could have—oh.”
I ended with a gasp as he slid his fingers below my shorts and ran a single digit across my slit. Even with the limited mobility of his hand, his touch was like an iron branding me. He somehow managed to maneuver his fingers back to my ass and I gasped again when I felt him pulling apart my cheeks.
I froze to the spot, unable to speak. His hands continued squeezing my ass cheeks and spreading them apart, his fingers drifting closer to my rear entrance each time. The question wasn’t spoken aloud, but I could feel it lingering in the air. I didn’t even have to look at his face to sense it.
“Never,” I whispered.
“Would you?”
“With you? Yes.”
Mason groaned and leaned his head against my hip, nuzzling me with his nose for a moment before pulling away from me entirely. I didn’t understand why until he gently urged me to crouch down on the mat. I didn’t stay there long before he was flipping me onto my back and crawling to rest between my legs.
“You’d let me take you there?” he asked, his eyes darting between mine. “You trust me that much?”
“Of course. You haven’t given me a reason not to,” I said, unable to stop the nervous little laugh that followed.
“I’ve never done it either,” Mason admitted. “I’ve never had a woman trust me that much. I must be... very special to you.”
He was fishing, that much was clear. And even though I was certain enough about his feelings for me to feel confident telling him how I felt, I refused to take the bait. It was too much like a game and I didn’t like it at all.
“If there’s something you want to say—or ask—I’d prefer it if you just said it,” I said, failing in my attempt to keep the annoyance out of my voice. “I’ve been trying to drop hints to you for months and I’m just... I’m tired of dancing around everything.”
Mason pushed himself up and hovered over my body. I could see the internal struggle all over his face and it was even more obvious when he started scrubbing his hand over his jaw. As I braced myself for the sting of rejection I’d undoubtedly feel when he pulled away completely, he shrugged.
“You’re right. You did drop hints and I chose to ignore them. It isn’t fair to you to keep fucking around like this.”
My eyes widened when he leaned over again and braced his hands on either side of my head, preventing any chance of escape I had. His eyes stayed locked on mine, our chests rising and falling rapidly.
“I’m in love with you, Layla.”
I started to suck in air, but my attempt to breathe was interrupted by a dominating kiss. I moaned against him and clutched at his shoulders—not sure if I wanted to push him away to draw breath or hold him against me forever.
We were so completely in tune that he broke away before I had to make a choice. He smiled at me as he swept the hair out of my face and I stared up at him in awe.
“I love you, too,” I whispered, grinning when his smile immediately grew.
I instigated the next kiss and it was easily the sweetest, most loving kiss we had ever shared. Those words had shifted something in both of us and I couldn’t wait to find out what it’d feel like to truly make love for the first time.
“I want you,” he murmured, biting down gently on my bottom lip. “Are you still too sore?”
“No. Take me.”
Mason grunted in approval. “Upstairs. I want to do this properly.”
My heart was thudding hard in my chest and we were so close together that I could feel his doing the same. We smiled at each other as he helped me up, but it fell from my lips when I turned around to face the entrance to the hallway.
“Oh shit.”
There in the doorway stood my mother—her hands balled into fists by her sides and her shoulders shaking with barely contained rage.
We were busted.
9
I watched in horror as Mom took a few deep breaths to calm herself before raising a single manicured finger and pointing it directly at Mason.
“What the hell is this?” she asked with a surprising amount of calmness. “I pay you for yoga—not to fuck my daughter.”
I almost snorted considering the only reason she wanted yoga lessons at all was for the chance to fuck him herself. Oh, the irony.
“It’s not what you think,” Mason said calmly, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “I haven’t been—”
“No, no, no! Just stop. Stop talking,” she ordered before directing her finger in my direction. “Is this what you’re spending your trust fund on? The money your father worked his whole life for?”
“I’m not a whore,” Mason ground out, his own fists clenching. “She’s not paying me for anything.”
“I said stop talking!” she shrieked. “Oh my God—are you deaf? I’m trying to speak to my daughter!”
I raised my hand to his arm, hoping it’d help calm him down. His whole body was tight and his jaw clenched hard, but he nodded in my direction and turned away slightly to keep from snapping at my mother.
“I’m not paying him for sex,” I said dryly.
“No? So you just invited him to stay in my house and eat my food and fuck you when I went out of town, hmm? I saw his shit all over the house. Don’t bother trying to deny it.”
“Fine. I won’t.”
She blinked a few times before letting out a horrible, humorless laugh. The sound grew in length and soon, she was doubled over and clutching her stomach while we both stared at her like she’d lost her damn mind.
I was pretty sure that happened long before today.
“Oh my God! I thought you were gay!” she exclaimed, cackling again. After a few seconds, she sobered and a disgusted look appeared on her face. “But I guess you’re just a filthy pervert who likes them young.”
I scoffed. “Like you’re one to talk. You rob the cradle whenever you get the chance.”
“Someone has to teach these boys how to do it right so they have the experience to keep little girls like you happy.”
“That’s disgusting,” I said as my nose scrunched up. “Seriously—eww. And what about Dad? You were younger than I am when he knocked you up and he was almost the same age as Mason!”
I hit a nerve pretty hard judging by the enraged look on her face. Or maybe she was just pissed off about being called out on her hypocrisy.
“Don’t bring your father into this,” she warned. Her eyes shifted to Mason and narrowed into thin slits. “You’re fired. Don’t come near my daughter again.”
“Layla’s a grown woman. I’ll go near her whenever the fuck I want until she tells me to stop.”
Mom raised an expectant eyebrow at me. “Layla?”
I would have laughed if the look on her face wasn’t so serious. I couldn’t believe this
was happening. The most outrageous part was that she seemed to truly believe I would choose her over Mason.
“You really think I’m going to tell him to leave me alone because you told me to?” I asked, snorting in disbelief.
Mom remained calm and I idly wondered if the reason her face was so impassive was because of the Botox she so frequently got.
“I expect you to tell him that if you want to live in this house, yes.”
My jaw dropped. “You’re seriously threatening to kick me out.”
“Your father would never have approved of him. He’s not good enough for you.”
“But he was good enough for you to try to fuck?” I angrily demanded, ignoring the way Mason flinched. Had he really not known that’s why he was hired? “This is bullshit. I don’t need to live here. I have a trust fund.”
“Then go! If you don’t want to be here, I don’t want you here. Get the hell out. Don’t come crying to me when you blow all of your father’s hard-earned money and end up on the streets because you want to be an ‘artist’.”
I was about to fire back when Mason stepped between us.
“If you were a man, I’d deck you for speaking to her like that,” he calmly said. “But since I would never hit a woman, I’ll just say this. You’re a fucking cunt. It’s a miracle Layla turned out to be such an incredible woman. It obviously had nothing to do with you or your lack of parenting.” When he was finished, he turned to me and whispered, “I’m going to get my stuff. Come with me?”
I nodded and let him walk away, the silence thickening when it was only me and my mother left in the room.
“You really want to fool around with someone who would speak so disrespectfully to your mother?”
“If things were different, I probably wouldn’t. But nothing he said was out of line,” I said with a self-deprecating chuckle. “You were never really a mother. Maybe if I hadn’t met Charlie and saw how a real family is supposed to function—I wouldn’t have even realized it. But I did and I honestly don’t understand why you even care. It’s not like you’ve ever shown any interest in me or my life.”
