There was nothing wrong with a lot of the things I liked. There was nothing wrong with women deciding to strip or take money for it. There wasn’t even anything wrong with prostitution as long as they were willing and in control—made the decisions they wanted.
And he was trying to learn to come to terms with that.
Also—and I was a fan of helping him with this one—how possessive and dominant he truly needed to be. He was powerful. Beyond powerful.
Maybe the most powerful witch or warlock in our world if he stopped hiding and truly trained. That wasn’t someone who was passive all of the time, in every aspect of their life.
No way.
He growled and backed me up against the wall. “Say it. Say what you’re consenting to, Jasmine.”
I licked my lips and met his gaze as I set down everything I’d brought with me. “I’m consenting to you dominating me and reclaiming me as yours before I have to go undercover and pretend to be completely unattached and single.”
He swallowed loudly, clearly struggling with that last part mostly. His eyes bubbled so fiercely that I almost thought they would boil over. “Good. Then get on your knees and show me who you belong to, muffin.” He chuckled. “You’re hungry. I have food ready.”
“I need you first,” I whispered and dropped to my knees. He stopped calling me “goddess” when I asked, knowing the whole topic of being a child of an angel was touchy for demons. Plus, my parentage turned out to be way more complicated.
So he came up with “muffin” because it was cute… And always let him know somehow if I was hungry. It was such a Mason thing to do that—how he didn’t think I could fall in love with him one day was ridiculous.
Then again, I was pretty beat up from the life I’d lived.
We both were.
I hurried to open the fly of his jeans and get his dick free. It was partially hard but was fully erect at my touch by the time his jeans and boxer briefs were down his lean hips.
“Suck it,” he growled when I simply stared at it. Heat and darkness filled his eyes when I didn’t obey.
But he also fucking loved it. Heloved itand we both knew it.
And I loved his cock. It was bigger than one would think for his size but more importantly, it was a good-looking one… And fat. I loved a fat cock to stretch all my holes perfectly.
I licked the head of it. Flattening my tongue and running it all over as I pumped it. I teased and pleased him until he lost control and grabbed my hair roughly.
And shoved it in my mouth.
Except this was allowed. We’d talked at length about what he was allowed to do and the lines with this play and “reclaiming” me as his. I made a show of gagging and moaning as he told me not to tease him so much. That I was his and I’d basically puta ring on his finger. That he wasn’t about to let me forget that anytime soon.
And he was going to put a magical tattoo of his name on me that would show up through glamour if I didn’t stop pushing his buttons.
I whimpered and swallowed as he fucked my mouth, checking a few times I was okay and was always my sweet Mason even when he was being aggressive with me. I nodded and sucked harder, making it clear I was into this and him.
“Swallow or mark you as mine?” he challenged when he got close.
It was a trick question. The answer was both.
I pulled off of him, and as fast as possible, had my top and bra off, holding up my breasts for him to finish on. He growled and stroked himself roughly until the first drops hit my skin.
Then I took him back in my mouth and swallowed the rest.
“You fucking undo me, muffin,” he panted, caressing my head even as he held me on his dick. “I can’t believe—I’m like a whole other person and it’s terrifying and I fucking love it too. Promise me it’s not too much and you won’t leave me. I cannot lose you over this side of me.”
I almost chuckled because I couldn’t answer with his dick down my throat, but I simply swallowed instead. Hopefully, that got the point across to him.
He was gentle when he pulled out of my mouth but then demanded I rub his spunk into my skin, licking his lips as he watched. “Undress and please your pussy while I watch.”
I knew my eyes would glaze over for him like he enjoyed. I let out a small whimper. “Can I have the wand, Mason? Please?”
He leaned in and brushed his lips over mine. “Always, muffin. I love seeing your pleasure. Finish undressing and spread your legs wide. I’ll go unplug it from the charger.”
