Endurance (Heart of Stone)

by Sidebottom, D H

  He came at me again, tormenting my senses with his unique scent and torturing my control with the moisture he placed across my lips. I remained still and composed, even though every single hair on my body rose with the inner battle, “Better, private. You show promise.”

  I beamed up at him like a good little soldier, proud of myself and basking in his praise. “I think you deserve a reward.”

  I nodded eagerly, prompting a small twitch of his lips. “My, you’re very eager to learn, aren’t you?” I nodded again then shuddered as he once more rested the head of his cock against my impatient mouth. “Give me fifteen sucks, soldier.”

  Courtney snorted then straightened as Mason turned to scowl playfully at her, “Sorry, Sir.”

  He nodded and proceeded to nudge his cock very slowly into my mouth, my hands instinctively reaching for him but he pulled back yet again, urging my anger into a dangerous zone. “Hands behind your back and show me some skill, private.”

  I immediately yielded and clamped hold of my wrists behind my back then opened my mouth like an eager little bird, starving for nutrients. My submission was rewarded and he slid back between my lips, the width of him pressing against the corners of my mouth and the tip of him hitting my tonsils. I fought my gag reflex and loosened my throat, urging him to go deeper and deeper. “Shit!” he hissed and my knees trembled with the sound of his pleasure. His fingers curled in my hair and he tugged gently, “No games, soldier. Just the twenty sucks as ordered.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I mumbled around the fullness in my mouth.

  I lingered around him, trailing the tip of my tongue along the pulsing vein on the underside of him as I drew back. His eyes narrowed but his smile widened before he shook his head slightly at my marginal disobedience.

  He gave out a deep moan as I plunged slowly back down on him, once again bringing him fully into my mouth and filling my throat with him as my lips clamped firmly down around his thickness. My body shivered in delight at the familiarity as my sex hummed with excitement. I caught Courtney squirming near the wall, her small bed shorts giving away her arousal as she slid her thighs together. My eyes locked with hers, the lust in her gaze contributing to my own ache as she watched me blow my man.

  “I think that’s enough!” Mason croaked after just seven draws.

  I tried to hide my amusement but he caught it and snarled at me. “You find something funny?”

  “No Sir, nothing at all.”

  His eyes narrowed as his face darkened, the dominant expression doing nothing to dampen my arousal. He tipped his head and regarded me, “Stand up.”

  I did as ordered, palming the floor to help push my ailing body upright. Mason frowned as concern covered his face, “You okay?”

  “I’m fine.” His expression was troubled for a while but I nodded in encouragement, “I promise.” He nodded back but still bore slight apprehension as his eyes roamed the multitude of bruises over my body, “Mason, I promise, I’m dying more of horniness than pain.”

  Greg scoffed then stiffened quickly as Mason turned to him and glared.

  “Okay, private.” He growled as he turned back to me, “On your back on the bed. I want to see your arse hanging over the edge.”

  My lips twisted in amusement to the peculiar command but I did as asked, sliding my body down the bed until my bottom was precariously hanging over the edge. Mason was instantly straddling my body, his knees either side of my hips on the verge of the duvet and I tried to hold back the giggle as I pictured the duvet sliding off the bed and taking him with it.

  His knees gently tightened against the side of me as he leant over me, his face inches from mine. “Let’s see how you handle torture, soldier.”

  I gulped as he straightened over me and took each of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He pinched and rolled them, striking a shot of ecstasy to my clit and I squirmed underneath him. “Control it!”

  I closed my eyes and narrowed my thoughts onto anything I could find in my mind but Mason’s relentless diversion refused me to concentrate on anything but my clit; it throbbed and pulsed, demanding attention that had so far been refused.

  “Please.”

  “Please, what?” he goaded as he flicked very lightly over my swollen nipples and fired another volley of vibrations between my thighs.

  “Please, Sir.” I was panting, struggling to form words as my body ached with need.

  He slid down my body until he was positioned between my legs, then took each of my ankles in hand and draped them over his shoulders.

  “Lieutenants!” he snapped as his gaze fixed between my legs. “Stand behind me and watch this.”

  “Sir, yes, Sir” they both exclaimed as they moved in behind Mason and peered over his shoulder.

  I had to close my eyes, the vision of the three pairs of eyes between my legs was torturous and I squirmed miserably. “Mason!” I hissed as I lifted my hips and summoned enough courage to provoke him.

  A shudder ripped through me as he slowly dragged his finger up my groove; smearing my juices up to my clit before her circled it so very slowly. “Major to you, soldier and I don’t succumb to begging.”

  My body was on fire, I could literally feel the scorch searing the inside of my veins as my need pulsed with an almost painful intensity. “Open your eyes.”

  I opened them to be met with hungry stares and Mason’s deep brown hues, the glint in them driving me even higher. He dipped forward and I squealed as he ran his tongue across my over-sensitive clit, “This belongs to me, private.”

  “Yes, always,” I murmured but he looked up at me, his eyes hooded and heavy. “Sir!” I rectified with a snap and a rotation of my hips to remind him of his current mission.

  His reward was several quick flicks over the tip of my nub, pushing my despair higher as each of my muscles tensed and my nerves sizzled electrically. “Fuck, Mason!” I was losing it rapidly; the need was so great my whole body felt charged and way too sensitive.

  “Don’t you dare come,” He scolded as he slipped a finger inside me and pressed it against the soft spot inside me, causing me to buck and jerk. I cried out as my ribs declared their outrage at the sudden movement but as Mason sensed my agony he sympathized and sank his teeth into my thigh as he rubbed his finger over my G-spot.

  “Ahh, shit!” Greg groaned with arousal as my broken body left the mattress with the power of my orgasm and I flooded Mason’s face with cum.

  I was still vibrating as I felt Mason hitch me further to the edge and slide his throbbing cock into me with ease. “Fuck, baby, you’re on fire.”

  I opened my eyes to study him; his jaw was clenched so tightly I could hear his teeth cracking with each of his hard thrusts into me. His eyes were fixed on mine, the deep darkness in them reigniting my lust and pushing any pain from my ribs to the back of my mind.

  Courtney was on her knees behind Mason, swallowing Greg’s cock eagerly as he kept his gaze on the thrusting of Mason’s arse. I lifted a brow at him but he grinned and shook his head, “I’m happy just watching him fuck you, I have no intentions of ever going there.”

  Mason halted his rhythm and turned to look at Greg, “You sure? I’m open to invitations.”

  Greg just laughed and shook his head, “Yep, I’m sure.” He winked then gestured with an open hand, “Carry on, I was enjoying watching.”

  Courtney shuffled around so she could also watch and I shivered as all three turned to look at me. “Better do as he says, baby.” Mason smirked as he pulled back and dug his fingers into my hips. I stiffened my body in preparation for the oncoming assault, “You up to this?” He asked when he felt me harden.

  “For Christ’s sake, yes. Just fuck me, damn it!”

  He tilted his head and quirked his brow. I huffed and rolled my eyes at him, “Sir,” I glowered at him. “Fuck me - Sir!”

  So he did; ruthlessly, mercilessly and very fucking meticulously. I was sweating, screaming and cursing as he pushed into me harder and harder, his hips slamming r
elentlessly against me, his balls slapping noisily every time they hit my arse and his fingers digging in to bruising point.

  “You want it, Ava?”

  “Yes!” I screamed at him as my orgasm hovered on the verge of oblivion, refusing to fly until he gave my body the stimulant it needed.

  “Then fucking ask!” he growled at me as he rammed into me so deeply I yelped at the intrusion, “Fucking - Ask!”

  Greg moaned loudly as Courtney manoeuvred herself over him and slid down his prominent cock, my eyes watching as each inch of him disappeared inside her dripping pussy. She didn’t waste time, her body lifting and lowering on him immediately.

  Mason grasped my chin and turned me back to him, “You don’t watch until you tell me what you need.”

  Although a part of me hated this, asking for the one thing that would drive me over even though he knew exactly what it was, I also relished in the blaze that fired his eyes every time I muttered the words.

  I clamped my ankles together behind his hips and lifted, grinding my hips deliciously against his pelvis, jolting a shot of pleasure through my inflamed clit. His teeth ravaged his bottom lip as he struggled to hold back, the sounds of Greg and Courtney’s erotic fucking making our control even harder. “Make me.”

  He scoffed with stubborn delight as his eyes flashed wildly, “If you insist, baby.”

  I gasped as he pulled out briskly, grabbed my hips and flipped me over, his movements quite gentle as he strived not to hurt me. One of his large hands pressed on my lower back as his other spanned the nape of my neck and pushed the side of my face against the mattress.

  His knee slid between my legs as he nudged them apart widely, opening me up to him without shame. “You asked for it, Ava.”

  I yelped as he plunged inside me, the full length of him forcing me further into the softness of the bed. “Fuck!” I rasped as he started his frantic fucking. As his thrusts intensified he rose up until he was straddled over my back, each knee beside my thighs as he fucked me severely across the bed.

  I couldn’t take any more, I was sure I was going to pass out with the frazzled edge of my climax balancing on the verge of pain and ecstasy. “Mason!”

  “Do it, Ava.” He shouted as his hand ripped at my hair and yanked my head back. “Ask me!”

  “Fuck it… Bite me, fucking bite me.”

  Lights exploded as my body snapped the binding holding it hostage. Mason roared into my neck as his teeth punctured my skin and his cum flooded my pussy, the warmth of it hitting each nerve inside me and prolonging my climax. I heard Courtney and Greg’s choked screams as they joined Mason and me into the pit of nirvana. Mason was still bucking and jerking above me, his body bridged over mine so not to put pressure on my ribs but I was sure I had ruptured another with the power I had just come with.

  “Jesus – fucking – Christ” he breathed in my ear as he rolled off me and flopped to my side.

  I shifted until I was facing him and grinned, “See, I told you it was a good idea to bring me home.”

  He smirked but nodded as he cupped my cheek, “Happy Anniversary, baby.”

  “Mmmm, and you.”

  “It’s mine and Greg’s next month. Same again?” Courtney shouted from somewhere on the floor.

  “Dear God, I love you.” I laughed as her knickers sailed over the bed and hit me full force in the face.

  “I know” She sighed happily, “But not as much as you love the smell of my knickers, you dirty tart.”

  Chapter 14

  Mason

  I stood watching the two women face each other wordlessly. Their eyes were fixed and reflective on each other but neither one spoke.

  It honestly confused me. Ava just stood passive and broody as she regarded her antagonist, a woman who had not forty eight hours ago kicked the shit out of her and set a psychotic bastard on her.

  I folded my arms across my chest as I waited impatiently. Sam squinted at me across the room but I shrugged, “Fucked if I know” I mouthed to him.

  Eventually Vickie sighed and rolled her eyes. “Well come on, at least fucking smack me and put us both out of our misery.”

  Ava scoffed, “I doubt a smack could ever put you out of your incessant misery.”

  Greg grinned and readied himself for the bitch fight coming but Ava sighed heavily and pursed her lips thoughtfully. “You actually surprised me, Vic. There you were, ready to kill me yet here I am, struggling with what to do with you.”

  Vickie frowned, her eyes flicking with trepidation, “What?”

  “Well you see I have a little problem.” Ava started then sat on the chair facing Vickie, who was currently strapped to another one.

  “And what might that be, dear.”

  Ava smirked and shook her head at Vickie’s antagonism. “Etta. Even if you don’t give a shit about your daughter, doesn’t mean the rest of us don’t.”

  Vickie actually looked stunned and confused, “What the hell are you on about?”

  Ava looked shocked at Vickie’s lack of principles, I wasn’t.

  “Etta… your daughter.”

  “Yes,” Vickie snorted. “I know who she is.”

  “Jesus Christ, Vickie. If I finish you, I leave that poor girl with no family.” She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees as she glared at Vickie, “Then that makes me as fucking evil as you.”

  Vickie actually stuttered but covered it quickly with a lift of her perfectly groomed eyebrow, “Awww, such a dilemma.”

  I watched the blood spray from Vickie’s mouth as Ava’s fist connected with her mouth, her lip splitting wide open under the pressure as her teeth knocked against each other. “Do you ever think about anyone else other than your own miserable self?”

  Vickie hissed at the pain but stared straight at Ava in defiance, “Etta will be fine. She’s ready to handle things. She’s even fucked off that pussy whipped son of yours. Etta needs no one, I made sure of that.”

  I watched as Ava’s face contorted with the knowledge of George’s doomed relationship. “She’s pregnant Vickie, with yours and my grandchild. Does that mean nothing?”

  “Not really. Before you know that little bairn will be ruling the slaves with an iron fist, just as his mommy will do and George could have done.”

  “Are you telling me Etta knows about the girls?” I butted in.

  Her eyes whipped to mine and a triumphant smile curved her mouth, giving her a sinister appearance. “Who do you think entices the teenagers?”

  My legs trembled as my lungs groaned under the shock. Whilst I was disgusted I was also impressed with Etta’s manipulative skills, she had brilliantly pulled the wool over my eyes.

  Ava’s eyes closed slowly as she shook her head. “Then I’m glad Etta ended things with George. I want him nowhere near this… this evil.”

  She stood back up and walked over to Sam, her hand held out in front of her to accept the gun. She strolled slowly back over to Vickie, her fingers sliding up and down the muzzle before she lifted her eyes and stared straight into Vickie’s soul. “You have three options. You die or you take Etta and get the fuck out of here.”

  “And the third?” Vickie asked as she moistened her dry lips with her lips.

  “You won’t like the third so I won’t offer it.”

  “Don’t underestimate me, Ava; I’m as tough as you.”

  Ava nodded but then frowned sadly, “I’d say you’re tougher than me, Vic. You know why?”

  “Why?” Vickie asked as she finally gave Ava a dejected look.

  Ava hesitated and regarded the gun with an almost loving expression. “I have empathy Vickie, you don’t. Nothing can hold you back, not even family matter to you. The only thing that matters to you, is you. Whereas me, my family mean more to me than my own life. They are the oxygen that feeds my blood, the nutrients my body needs to survive and the strength that keeps me upright daily. It’s the empathy in me that weakens me.”

  Vickie nodded humbly but then smiled softly, the expression
looking awkward on her. “But you have something I could never have Ava.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Endurance; the natural instinct to survive for your family.” She sighed and once more the vice controlled her, “Do it. Finish me.”

  Ava nodded and held the tip of the gun to Vickie’s head, “I actually loved you. You have been my friend for the last eight years, our kids grew up together. We holidayed together and we helped each other through the shit, Vic.”

  Vickie nodded and smiled as a tear slid from her eye, “The feelings mutual, love.” She gave Ava a firm final nod and then closed her eyes.

  I watched as the hole ripped through her forehead and the bullet refused to make a reappearance through the back of her skull. My wife was getting better at her skills. She was learning where to aim to get maximum carnage from the shot.

  She turned and gave her customary explosion of vomit on the concrete floor. I sighed, would she ever not vomit each time she ended someone?

  “Come on, baby.” I whispered as I slid my hand over hers and pulled her against me. She sagged and sobbed into me as her arms held onto me with near desperation. “It’s okay, I’ll make sure Etta’s sorted, I promise.”

  She nodded against me but then peered up at me, “But… with what Vickie said, she’ll just take over the running of the family business.”

  I smirked at her, “Not where she’s going.”

  She reeled back and stared at me, “What? Why, where’s she going?”

  I laughed at the image in my head, “Well let’s just say our friendly bondage expert is gonna keep her tied up for a while.”

  Her mouth dropped open as her eyes widened, “You’re sending her to live with Kade and Grace?”

  “Yep,” I grinned. “I doubt she’ll cause trouble for Grace and if she does, Kade will soon have her strapped up or Grace will drill some obedience into her.”

  I watched the many emotions cross her face but eventually understanding took over with a slight hint at humour. “Dear God” She chuckled as the same visions I was having assaulted her. “Yeah, I think that’ll work.”

  “Come on,” I tugged on her hand. “I’m hungry, feed me wench.”