“Holy shit.” Feeling along the wall for a light switch, I flipped it on to and stared into the room. It was a decent size, full of paintings; some covered, some on easels.
Shelves of bare skulls lined the walls. They all looked smooth and clean. A few were cracked. One was missing the front corner. I tried to count how many there were when the answer came from behind me.
“There’s twenty-four. Two are missing.”
“Mason!” Whirling around, I took a step back, taking in his clean appearance and the belt in his hands.
“Oh, you missed me all of a sudden?” he questioned, making no attempts to touch me.
Something told me he had avoided me because he was pissed off or upset. His lack of affection told me I was correct.
“You don’t trust me, Katie. I would move mountains for you if that’s what you wanted. I’m not sure what else you want from me. ”
What?Where was all this coming from?
“Mason I’m sorry, but I don’t know–"
“I don’t want to hear that.” He cut me off and took a slight step back. Was this over the brunette?
“What do you want, then?”
Before I could register what he was doing, the leather belt was around my neck like a leash. He pulled until it was tight, taking me down to the floor.
“Mason,” I choked out his name as he dragged me down the hall, my skin squeaking from the marble floor. He kicked open the bedroom door and dragged me across the carpet.
Lurching down, he grabbed a fistful of my hair, holding the belt pulled tight with the other. My eyes began to water; swallowing became a chore.
“I want you on your knees.
I want my name on your lips.
Begging for forgiveness.
For Mercy
For death.”
His zipper went down, his erection sprang free, and he pulled my hair hard enough to make it feel like it would detach from my head.
I opened my mouth to scream, and he slammed inside, causing me to gag and choke on his cock. He held my head still, keeping the belt pulled snug. Saliva ran down my chin; my eyes watered as I kept fighting the urge to dry heave.
My knees were exactly where he wanted them, cemented to the carpet; I did my best to suck and stroke him at the same time, fondling his balls when my arm got tired. I knew he needed to do this for his own reasons.
With a pained moan, he thrust into my mouth one last time before pulling out, a bit of his come hitting the back of my throat. The rest landed on the floor in a tiny puddle.
“Lick it up,” he harshly breathed out, jerking the belt still looped around my neck. I looked up at him through teary eyes before slowly lowering my face to the floor.
I lapped his come up like I was kitten starving for milk. The bittersweet taste was something I’d cherish forever.
“Good girl,” he crooned, pulling me up by knotting a hand in my hair. He walked me backward towards the bed, studying my messy face with a serene look on his.
I knew the night was just getting started.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Mylife became a routine of sorts.
Mason left for work fairly early, but never missed leaving roses on the nightstand waiting for me. He called the cell phone he gave me whenever he could, sending vulgar messages back to back.
