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Beautiful punishment.
A lovely hell.
I don’t know how long he did it for. I stopped counting how many times he got me so close. How many times I internally cursed at him for stopping just as I was about to fall.
Through my haze, I suddenly realised my cheeks were wet. I was crying. Sobbing. And Mason was licking my tears.
I wasn’t against the wall anymore. Something soft was against my back. I was lying on the old velvet couch in my dressing room, my arms by my sides, the belt gone. Mason settled between my legs, his whole body covering me, making every single one of my cells buzz and ache, his erection flush against my pussy. God, he was so close. But I knew better than to lift my hips and try to take him inside me. I knew better than to move until he told me to.
“Beautiful girl,” he muttered between licks. “Have you learned your lesson yet?”
“Yes,” I mumbled as my body shook, knotted up with frustration, as my pussy ached.
He chuckled. “What did you learn?”
“T-that you’re in charge.”
“Good girl. And?”
“I do what you say.”
“And who do you belong to?”
“You,” I whispered.
“Louder.”
“You,” I tried again.
“Scream it. I want the fucking world to hear you.”
“I belong to you,” I screamed.
Without another word Mason thrust into me. I cried out at the size of him. The power of him. He was too much. Too big. Too all-consuming. Too much but not enough.
He didn’t stop. Didn’t hesitate as he fucked me hard. I clung to him as the pressure of him overtook me. He was all that existed. All I could feel. He was everywhere inside of me. All around me.
I should have known he was dangerous. That I’d given him the power to hurt me. To destroy me. But as Mason drove his hips into me, pushing him away was the last thing on my mind.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good around my cock.”
He sounded drugged, his deep voice growling in my ear. Like he couldn’t, wouldn’t stop as he drove his cock in and out of me. Such intoxicating friction. Such consuming fullness and delicious pressure.
“Such a good girl. My perfect girl.”
My hair fanned wildly around me. Strands clung to the sweat on my face. I could feel it trapped beneath my drenched back, soaking into the top still bunched around my waist. I felt wild. Feral. My nails dug into his muscled back, his wide shoulders, his rounded ass. His skin was slick with sweat and it seemed every time I found purchase, only to slip again. I was sure I was tearing his skin. Leaving long, angry red marks. Drawing blood even.
But for us it didn’t matter. There was nothing in the world but our bodies clashing. Nothing but our demanding rhythm. Nothing but his mouth against my ear, muttering pretty obscenities that sent shivers up and down my spine.
“This tight little pussy is going to be the end of me.”
Mason was grunting and I was screaming with the effort of holding my orgasm back. He didn’t make it easy for me, fucking me somehow faster, somehow harder.
“Good girl.”
He reached in between us, his thumb pressing on my clit.
“Come. Come so hard, you choke on my fucking name.”
