“Ouch.”I squeezed Mason’s hand and tucked my head in the crook of his arm while he smoothed his hand over my head.
“It’s almost over,” he shushed.
I hated needles, but birth control was important. The fact that I wasn’t already pregnant was a miracle. But I hadn’t even thought about it. Not until last week, when Riley came storming into the house and smacked Micha across the head with a positive pregnancy test. And she wasn’t the only one. Shelby had jumped up all excited because she was also expecting.
That’s when Riley accused Micha of arranging this whole thing. But I didn’t think he would do that. Logan, however, openly admitted to messing with Shelby’s birth control. Hence why I decided to go with the shot. There was no way Mason could switch that out. Not that I thought he would… but if there was anything I learned from past experiences, it was that it was better to be safe than sorry.
“All done,” Dr. Creswell said, then stood up and dropped the needle in a bio container.
“How long before I can fuck her?” Mason asked.
I dropped my face in my palm. Was that all he thought about?
The doctor looked back at me and shrugged while saying, “You can fuck her now if you like.” Then walked out the door.
Now why would he tell him that? I could already see that sparkle in his eye. One would think Mason had been deprived of my touch for years. It’d only been a week. And I still did other stuff during that time.
Mason walked over and locked the door so fast that I barely had time to pull myself up on the bed.
He tsked and grabbed my ankles to yank me back down. “Not so fast, Freckles.”
“We can’t do this here,” I argued while my feet were placed in the metal stirrups.
“The fuck we can’t.”
“Mason,” I huffed despite the dampness seeping into my panties. I missed his touch too. “You said…”
“I said I wouldn’t fuck you until you were on birth control.” His hand swept over my panties, with his finger pressing down on my clit, sending a spark of lighting up my spine that pushed a moan past my lips. “And you’re on birth control now.”
He had a point. And it wasn’t like we were being watched. Not that he needed my consent. My panties were ripped down my legs and tossed across the room before I could blink. Half a second of cool air grazing over my wet folds was all I got before he was pushing inside me.
I groaned as I stretched around his thickness. Dear God I missed this. I expected him to use me hard. Mason Kessler didn’t do sweet and slow, but that was okay. I didn’t want sweet and slow. I wanted to feel his hands digging into my flesh while he used me. I wanted him to get mad and tell me what to do, then punish me when I didn’t listen. But my favorite part…
“No,” I snarled and swung my hand to slap him. “Stop, Mason.”
“Not a fucking chance, Freckles,” he growled and wrapped his hand around my neck to slam me back on the bed.
“No,” I cried out again and fought to squirm away.
Mason grunted and thrust hard inside me.
“Shut the fuck up,” he hissed, while cramming his hand in my mouth. “You’ll take my cock like a good fucking girl.”
That was all it took to send me over the edge. I screamed around the fingers gagging me and fell into that cloud of bliss where I could ride the waves of pleasure coursing through me.
This was the game we played. I was the prey and he was the predator that took what he wanted, when he wanted. And I loved every second of it. The way he manhandled me and the pain he inflicted like he knew I needed it, were an intoxicating blend. What I didn’t expect was for him to stop and cock his head to the side.
My eyes flew open and when I followed his gaze my pulse picked up. He was staring at an ultrasound machine sitting next to the bed.
“No.”
A wicked smirk spread across his face. “Yes.”
He wouldn’t.
Yes, yes he would.
All I could do as Mason clicked on the machine and flipped up my dress was watch. His grip around my neck had tightened to a point where I couldn’t move. Other than grinding my hips to beg for more of the girth inside me, that is. And he gave it to me.
