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“I meant what I said earlier,” Mason says. “You’re not just my puppy, Lane. You’re your own person, and I want to treat you like that. Treat you better than I have.”

“Mason?” I mumble into his chest.

“Yeah?”

“I know what you mean, but I still want…” I bite my lip. “I still want to be your puppy,” I blurt, hiding my face in his chest.

A low grunt from deep in his throat vibrates through my body. His hands cup my face and tilt my neck back, forcing me to meet his gaze.

“Yeah? That’s what you want?”

A rush of heat curls in my gut, making me dizzy. All I manage to get out is a whimper, so I add a nod to make the meaning clear.

Mason smirks, and just like that, he’s transformed into the tempting ex-con I got to know him as—hot as sin, off-limits, and dangerous. Dangerous not because of what he did to that boss, but because of what he does to me.

“Well, then, puppy,” he says, voice deep and honeyed. “What do you want to do now?”

My eyes roll back in relief. Fuck, I’ve longed to return to that submissive headspace I always surrender to whenever Mason’s close, and whenever he calls me by that name… The intoxicating submission of not having to do anything but follow his lead. It feels so good I could cry.

“A treat,” I mumble. My knees are already buckling.

“You want a treat, do you?”

I nod, making a soft, whimpering noise of assent.

“I want to mark you up first. Take this off.”

I let him lift my shirt and pull it over my head, leaving my torso bare. He inspects my upper body with utmost interest, fingers mapping the hickeys and bite marks he’s left on my skin. They’re all at various stages of healing—some purple and fresh from just a few days ago, and some green and yellow and starting to fade. The bite marks are more tender; they hurt when I press down on them, and I love that the most.

“Can’t let these heal, can we?” he murmurs. “You look too pretty with my marks on you.”

I flush and nod. “Give me more.”

Now that everything’s out in the open—now that Oliver knows what’s been going on—Mason can mark me all over without the looming danger of discovery, and he seems to have come to the same conclusion. He starts with the tender spot beneath my jaw and sucks my skin into his mouth. I whimper at that stinging pressure, and my cock hardens fast, sending a hot rush of blood to my groin and to the place I’m being touched. The place I’m being bruised.

“Mm,” he groans. “Tastes so good, puppy. Come here.”

I lie down on the mattress, and Mason proceeds to suck hickey after hickey into my skin—all over my torso, beneath my nipple, over my collarbone, by my belly button, everywhere. He marks every hickey with a bite, teeth sinking in softly but determined to leave a stinging dent behind.

I gasp at the pain—some places hurt more than others, but my cock hurts just as much, trapped in my skinny jeans. Mason unbuckles my belt and strips me naked, and he proceeds to mark my lower body too—my hips, my inner thighs, all while avoiding the straining place between my legs. I moan in protest when he shifts from my left thigh to my right without touching my cock, but he ignores me, focused on the task at hand—to suck as many hickeys into my skin as he possibly can.

I hope Oliver won’t mind we’re doing this in his room. At least we’re using my mattress and not his bed.

When Mason relents, his lips are swollen, and he moves up to my face and kisses my mouth, sucking, biting, as if he’s trying to bruise me there, too. When his tongue slips in, I can’t take it anymore. I buck my hips, trying to get some relief on my cock, but I hit nothing but air.

“Nngh, please…”

“Patience, puppy,” Mason chuckles. “I said I wanted to mark you. But you’re that eager for your treat, are you?”

“Mm-hmm,” I mumble, nodding.

“Do you have any lube?” He looks around.

I have the small bottle he gave me to use for my plug. I crawl over to unzip my backpack, and by the time I’ve got the bottle in my hand, Mason has stripped naked and is lying on his back on the mattress.

He grips his intimidating cock, pointing the head at me. “Here. Get it nice and wet with your mouth first.”

I drop the lube beside him and scramble to get on my hands and knees, twisting sideways to give him access to my ass while I work my mouth over his cock. There’s the sound of a cap popping, and soon enough, I feel slick fingers brush my crease.