Page 60 of Possession

“Who the fuck they’re dealing with.”

“I can’t believe you live right next door to the clubhouse,” Mason said with a laugh as they walked in the front door.

Tomas shrugged. “I was lucky enough to pick it up for a bargain, and I’ve been working on fixing it up since.”

Mason looked around with wide eyes. “I can tell. Considering the outside looks like the whole place might be falling down soon, but it’s really nice in here.”

Tomas closed the door behind them. “Are you telling me my house is shitty-looking from the outside?”

Whirling around, Mason smiled innocently at him. “I mean, I didn’t say it like that, but if the shoe fits.”

“Such a sassy boy.”

Mason moved closer to him, and Tomas leaned against the door behind him, letting Mason get all up in his space, sliding his hands up and around his shoulders. “You like it?”

Tomas smiled. “I do. You remember what we talked about in the car?”

He nodded. “I remember, and I know how the traffic light system works.”

At the verbal eye roll, Tomas brought his hand down on Mason’s ass in a quick, sharp spank. Mason sucked in a breath, staring at him with wide, begging eyes. “And you’ll use the traffic light system if you need to.”

“I will if I need to, but I doubt I will,” he said, running his teeth over his bottom lip.

“You said the other day you are interested in the rules Six and Ollie have. Can you tell me what kinds of rules you’re interested in having with me?”

Mason licked his lips. “I really only like one of their rules. The rest, we can figure out what we want together.”

“Okay, which one do you like?”

“The one where unless Ollie is sick or safe words, Six has complete access to his body whenever and however he wants.”

Tomas let out a low sound, gripping Mason and tugging him even closer. “You can’t just say shit like that to me, cielito.”

“But I want to. I want to be available to you like that.”

Tomas ran his tongue over his teeth, all sorts of scenarios running through his head. “Alright, we’ll consider that our first rule. Are you sick right now?”

Mason shook his head slowly, a small grin starting to form on his lips.

“Do you need to safe word?”

He shook his head again, eyes nearly shining with eagerness.

“Then let’s go upstairs so you can see the surprise I got you.”

Mason raced up the steps ahead of him, pausing just at the top until Tomas told him which door to go in. By the time he reached his bedroom, Mason had lifted the flogger he’d left on the foot of the bed and was running his fingers through the strands.

“You got this for me, for us? Can we try it a little?”

“Absolutely.”

Mason set it back on the bed and then moved toward Tomas, taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out. He watched, entranced, as some of the tension from his shoulders and around his eyes melted away. Then Mason stood there and waited for Tomas to tell him what to do, looking more at peace than he’d ever seen him.

“Such a good boy,” Tomas said, clasping the sides of his neck and tugging him upward as he bent forward and took his mouth for the first time, claiming him in a kiss, possessing him with his lips, teeth, and tongue.

Mason easily followed his lead, never once pushing for more.

“You’re doing so good,” Tomas said against his wet lips. “You’re being so good for me.”

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