“Daddy didn’t do anything.”
That’s when everything went quiet. It lasted for a fraction of a second, but it felt like forever. I heard everything. Every beat of our hearts resonated through my ears. The grinding of Mason’s teeth, and the way his muscles tensed, stole the breath right out of my lungs. Judgement was here and she wasn’t just carrying the scales, she was banging them on the floor next to me.
“Daddy didn’t do anything.” Mason’s hot breath trickled across the back of my neck. “Daddy didn’t do anything!” he repeated while slamming his fist down next to my face. “No, fuck that. This shit ends now. You are not his, you’re mine.”
I whimpered as his hand flattened on the back of my head, pressing my face into the marble beneath us. Nothing good ever came from being the brave one.
“When are you going to get that through your thick fucking skull?”
I played possum while his weight lifted off my back. Didn’t even twitch when I felt his eyes pour over me. I stayed as still as a statue and repeated my mantra.Stay quiet, don’t talk back, keep your head down.
“If you want to continue to lie for him, that’s fine.” The growl in Mason’s tone sent alarm bells ringing in my head. “I’ll show you whose little girl you really are.”
By the time I sensed the change in the air, it was too late. He was already yanking my shorts over my hips. Fighting him was useless. I knew that, but rational thought fled along with my shorts that were tossed away. Despite my struggling to get away, the next to go were my panties.
Which, by the way, wasn’t anywhere as easy as Shelby made it seem. Fabric dug into my hip, biting my flesh as Mason tore through one leg, leaving the other to hang haphazardly off my thigh.
I thought he might do what he did last night. That wasn’t so bad. I kind of liked how his fingers felt, and I didn’t get many pleasures in life so why not enjoy it? I even managed to calm down a bit when Mason wedged his knee between my thighs, forcing my legs open.
Then I heard the jingle of a belt.
My pulse instantly skyrocketed as tension poured back through me. “W-what are you d-doing?”
“Shut up.” He clamped his hand over my mouth and snarled, “I hope you’re wet, Freckles. Otherwise this is really gonna fucking hurt.”
I whimpered as his weight settled down on my ass and something much bigger than his finger slid through my folds.
“Cry for me, Freckles,” was the only warning I got before he pressed the tip of his dick to my opening and pushed in.
God it hurt. Hot white dots of pain blurred my vision as all my air was violently pushed out of my lungs. My lips parted to scream but I couldn’t even do that. The tears he wanted however… those flowed freely. The pressure was too much. Mason had barely entered me and I was ready to do anything to make him stop.
“Fuck,” Mason hissed and tried to force more of himself inside me, but my body fought against it. Squeezing around his tip in the most painful muscle clench I’d ever experienced. “You’re too goddamn tight.”
What was he complaining about? He was the one that was too big.
“Please stop,” I blubbered. “It hurts.”
When I tried to wriggle away he laid down on me, keeping my body in place with his weight. Then, when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, the pressure on my core eased up. Next thing I knew I was being lifted in the air and flipped around. My brain didn’t have time to register what was happening before Mason grabbed my hips and buried his head between my legs.
Any pain I had was washed away with one swipe of his hot tongue. I let it all go in one long moan. A moan that apparently spurred him on. Mason’s fingers dug into my flesh as he lifted my ass off the ground and feasted like a starved man.
The hard marble dug into my shoulder-blades, but I didn’t care. My entire being was focused on the tiny bundle of nerves his lips latched onto, and the tension his tongue brought. I held onto his hair and rode the waves of pleasure, until my tightly wound coil snapped, letting me free fall into the blissful land of ecstasy.
This I could handle. I was more than happy to get lost in the haze clouding my mind. I could spend an eternity here where pain didn’t exist and I could let go. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. Not this time. I was slammed back down to earth by the hand around my neck. My vision didn’t come back because the satisfied haze dissipated. Terror and fear cleared my head when I felt the same pressure on my entrance.
“No, don’t…” I was cut off by a single thrust.
Mason grunted, “Fuck me,” and forced in more of his thickness, tearing through something inside me.
This time I could scream.
I screamed loud. I screamed long. I screamed until I couldn’t scream anymore. And he still wasn’t all the way in. My pain didn’t matter to Mason. He kept inching his way into my body. I tried to stop him. I swung my arms, slapping his chest and clawing at his face, but he pushed those away.
Mason pinned my arms down on the ground without a modicum of effort. I was completely vulnerable and trapped. Unable to do anything when he gave his hips one hard thrust, driving the rest of his length inside me.
He released a feral groan and all I could do was suck back a sob and whimper.
Something weird happened then. Mason didn’t move or twitch his hips in the slightest. He stayed seated inside me and swept his hand over my sweat soaked forehead.
