Page 56 of Freaks Of Nature
A sense of panic prickles over my skin. Mason’s voice is cold and hard, lacking any form of amused teasing.
“But I was there first,” he tacks on.
Mason speeds up. He’s rough—much rougher and faster in his pursuit of my orgasm than I was earlier.
“And I’ll be there last,” he grates out, one hand squeezing my throat, the other one crushing mine as he pumps in and out of me relentlessly.
Oh God.I was right. He reallyisjealous. It’s not an act. Theyarecompeting over me.
But I can’t stop my climax. It rushes me like a tidal wave, and my body contorts in his hold as I cry out.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” Mason flicks over my clit one more time, making me jerk, then locks his arm around my middle.
“Are you ready for the big finale, baby?” he asks before releasing my throat.
The bed shifts under his movement. “Cause I am.” Keeping my ass flush with him, he pulls his legs in and hauls me onto my knees.
Mason positions himself behind me, his straining hard-on rubbing against my bare skin insistently as his palm between my shoulder blades shoves my face into the mattress. Hands braced on either side of me, I can’t get up. He’s holding me down.
“I want you head down, ass up, baby girl.”
He bends over me, his fingers threading into my hair to pull my head back a little. My eyes lock with his in our reflections across the room. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want you to watch,” he rasps low in my ear. “Eyes on the mirror, Em.”
Mason straightens slowly behind me. Knees spread in a wide stance and chest flat on the bed, I watch him undo hisbelt, utterly mesmerized by the sensual movements of his hands.
When he pulls it out through the loops, I wonder whether he’s going to spank me with it.
I imagine the burn it would send across my flesh. The back of my thighs. My ass.
Heat flares with the acute throb between my legs, and I squirm in anticipation, my fists clenching the sheet.
Fuck!I want him too.
The curve at the corner of his lips that meets me in the mirror tells me he knows.
“You sure?” He arches a brow.
A nod is all I manage.
“Say, ‘Please, Mason, spank me with your belt.’” His long fingers slide along the black leather, folding it into shorter sections.
“Please, Mason,” I echo, a whimper chasing the words. “Please spank me—”
WHACK!
Ffuuuckk. Mason doesn’t hesitate. With a swift motion of his arm, he sweeps the rigid strap through the air. The leather streaks across my ass, the skin flaring white-hot.
Another whimper breaches my lips, and I start to tremble. The pain that follows the intense sting is exquisite.
My gaze rivets to his reflection in the mirror. To the way his muscles flex in the dark. To the exhilarated rise of his chest. Sweat glistens on his skin. He’s just as aroused as I am.
“Again?”
“Please yes.”
WHACK!
He swings again, smacking me on the opposite side, and my legs quiver. My knees sink. My hips undulate stiffly. I need to come.
