“Wait here.”
I don’t want him to go, but he’s up and moving around the room before I can argue, so I at least take the opportunity to sneak a glance as his round backside and thick calves, before he turns and gives me a whole other view. I’m so taken by the sight of his cock, jutting heavily from his body, that for a second I don’t notice the rope in his hands. It’s one of the slip leashes like he used with Athena that first day in the park.
“What are you doing with that?” I say.
“Getting you where I want you. Now lie down again.”
I do as he says, and soon enough, he’s straddling me while he wraps the loop around my wrists. He makes quick work of tying them together, and the leash is clearly well-used enough that the rope is soft against my skin. The sensation is altogether different from the last time I did something like this with Gavin.
“Okay?” he asks.
I roll my shoulders and bend my elbows. The position isn’t one I want to spend a few hours in, but since he hasn’t tied me to anything, I’ll be able to find somewhere I can rest them comfortably.
“Okay,” I say.
“You’re sure? Because after what you said before, if you didn’t want to—”
“No, it’s good.” I give him a silly little thumbs-up from my bound hands. “I’ll tell you if I change my mind.”
And before I can even say anything else, I’m shocked with a cool smear of lube on my ass, followed by the rough entry of two of Mason’s fingers.
I push up on my toes, trying to get away from the intrusion, but Mason plants his other hand in the middle of my back, pinning me to the sofa, and when my brain finally clears, the sensation as Mason works me open doesn’t hurt so much as it was a surprise.
“Good boy,” he says, the pressure on my spine relaxing as he pets me in slow circles. I can picture him doing the same to a nervous dog, and maybe I should be insulted by the comparison, but there’s really nothing to be upset about as his fingers thrust deeper, finding my prostate.
“Please.” I squirm.
His hand comes down on my ass. “Hold still.” The next slap makes heat bloom just beneath my skin, and I moan. “Oh, I see.” Mason’s smile is evident even if I can’t see him. “Are you looking for a spanking?”
I buck and am almost immediately rewarded with two more blows, one on each cheek, that have me crying out. I’m humping into Mason’s sofa, and with each spank, my whole body tightens. Gavin spanked me sometimes, but always with a paddle.
“Mason. More. Please, more.” My voice is raw, so needy I hardly recognize it. And he keeps going until I can barely feel the individual blows. There’s just heat and throbbing that consumes me, melting my insides and crystallizing me at the same time.
I’m going to come. I can feel it boiling up inside me. My shoulders ache, and my fingers scrabble for something to hold on to, but Mason grabs hold of the leash’s free end with a jerk, pulling my arms into the air like I’m praying, and holy shit, that’s hotter than it has any right to be.
“Are you getting close?” he says.
“Yes.” I press my hips down into the cushions, trying to find enough friction.
“No, you aren’t.” He grabs my hips and bodily lifts me up until we’re both on our knees, so that all that friction and heat is gone, leaving me exposed to the cool air in the room.
“No.” I whine. I drop my bound hands in front of me. “No, please. Please. I need to come.”
“Charlie.” He’s grinding his cock against my throbbing ass. “Do you trust me?”
“I...” It’s hard to find coherent thoughts, let alone words, over the persistent demand of my body to let go and release.
There’s a soft click as the cap of the lube bottle closes, and then his fingers are back, making way for what’s to come.
“Do you trust me to take care of you?”
And that’s the question. The one Gavin never asked. He just took and called it kinky, and I let him because I didn’t know any better. But I know so much better now.
“Yes. I trust you.” My whole body goes slack. Only Mason’s hands on me keep me from falling over.
“Shh,” he says into the back of my neck as he curls around me. “I’ve got you.”
Then the head of his cock is pushing into my ass, and even with the raw throbbing from the spanking, I don’t have anything in me to resist. I want him. Need him. Need what he’s giving me. He’s thick and sliding into me faster than is strictly comfortable, but his hold on me is so strong and confident that I’m not even worried.
