Page 25 of Dirty Ink

Put me out of my misery.

He chuckled and the vibrations caused a whole other sensation to wave through my core.

“When I fuck you, I’m not going to take you slow, bit by bit, inch by inch. ’Cause that’s not what you want, is it?”

I shook my head, mumbling incoherently at this point.

“You want it hard. You want my whole cock, all at once.”

“God, yes.” It came out as a growl. A guttural sound from deep inside of me. It came out as a plea, a prayer, a begging down on my knees.

It came out like a gasp, like I was about to go under water. Like I was about to drown. I wanted to fucking drown in him.

And I did. I drowned.

Over and over, Mason bought me to the edge with his tongue, his lips, his fingers. He held me there, dancing me on the edge. Never letting me fall.

It was divine torture.

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.

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