CHAPTER SEVEN - MASON

 

I hold my breath as she places her perfect, plump ass over my knee. Her elbows are propped up on the mattress, her head bowed into her hands like she’s praying. Her feet are still on the floor, so she’s kind of half in and half out of my lap, but I’m not going to get picky here.

Lyssa Baylor is lying across my lap, begging me to spank her.

That held breath comes out with a smile.

Oh, you filthy little slut. No wonder your daddy wants you married off as soon as possible. Unexpectedly, I feel a little jealous. Not sure about what. That she’s a horny little whore? Or that she’s getting married?

Probably neither. Probably this is just due to the fact that I’m hard, wearing a cup, and there’s no way I can fuck this girl. Not tonight, not ever.

I’d really like to. Like… really like to.

But no. I won’t. I’m gonna spank her until she comes then go down to a bathroom, spank my own monkey, get her out of my head, and be ready to get the fuck out of here when her stepfather shows up.

My hand hovers over the bright pink handprints emblazoned on her ass cheeks. I need a picture before I leave. That will be my reward for not fucking her.

I place my hand on her ass, rubbing it back and forth across the smooth creamy skin. She wiggles it a little bit, trying to entice me.

I want to tell her that’s not how this will work. That I have more self-control than any man she’s ever met in her baby princess life. I have had my patience tested in ways she can’t even imagine. And I will not touch her without thinking things through first.

She wiggles again. Anticipating the smack that never comes.

“Little baby princess,” I say.

She kinda looks over her shoulder at me. Bites her lip. “What?” she whispers.

“If you wiggle your ass one more time, trying to turn me on without my permission, I will walk out and never touch you again. I will lock you up here, pay no attention to you at all, and then leave without saying goodbye.”

She glares at me. “You would do that, wouldn’t you?”

“Try me,” I say. “And find out.”

She looks away, shifting her feet a little. Then she looks back and says, “I wasn’t wiggling. It’s just… this is a weird position to be in and I’m uncomfortable.”

“Aww,“ I say, petting her ass, rubbing my palm across her skin in small soft circles. “Is the little princess uncomfortable? Poor thing.”

She sucks in a breath of air, bites her lip again, then exhales as she bows her head back down into her hands on the mattress.

I smile. She is much calmer now than she was a few minutes ago. So I continue to rub my hand all over her ass. Enjoying the feel of her soft skin. My palm does small circles over the underside of her ass, then my fingertips just barely graze down the back of her thigh to the dent behind her knee.

“Oh, God,” she moans.

“Do you like that?” I ask.

“I thought you were gonna save me.”

“What?”

“Spank me, I mean.” She shakes her head. “I don’t know why I said that. I meant spank me.”

“I’m trying to get you calm. I think it’s working."

“Why?” she asks. “Why bother getting me calm when you’re just gonna wind me up again?”

Because I fucking feel like it.

That’s what I want to say, and it’s the truth. But it feels a little selfish and unnecessary for her first real moment of submission. So I put a little more thought into it.

“Why calm you down if I’m just gonna wind you up? Well, I think the dynamic between pain and pleasure is interesting and it intrigues me. Also…” This thought just occurs to me, right this second. “I think it’s been a long time since you were calm. I think it’s probably a bit of a relief. So I’m doing you a favor.”

She sucks in another breath of air, holds it for a moment, then lets it out.

I think she lets out a lot of things with that breath. Stress, for sure. Because I feel her body relax in my lap. Her breathing evens out, and her head tilts to the side. One cheek facing me, eye closed, mouth closed. Like she might fall asleep.

She could probably use some sleep. It’s been a wild night and things are only going to get worse for her soon. So I decide not to spank her, but reward her for giving in, instead.

I drag the backs of my fingertips up and down the back of her thigh. Sometimes stopping when I get to her knee, sometimes continuing down her calf as far as I can reach.

If she were truly lying across my lap her legs would be up on the mattress and then I could caress her calf and tickle the soles of her feet.

I smile and think, Yeah, I’m gonna do that next time.

But then I realize there’s not going to be a next time. This is it.

I don’t want to reposition her though. She’s content, and quiet, and maybe even asleep.

My hand sweeps up her leg, grabs one cheek of her ass, and then I slip the underside of my hand down between her legs. All four fingers playing with her pussy while my thumb caresses small circles around her asshole.

“Oh,” she moans softly. Eyes still closed.

I smile, but don’t say anything. I truly do not want to disturb her. Her falling asleep while I make her come is the ideal outcome here.

Two of my fingers find her clit. The other two slip inside her pussy.

She is very wet. Wet enough that they slip in and out without much resistance.

I lean forward, place my lips on her ass cheek, and then kiss it.

She moans sleepily.

Damn. She might be being a little too good.

Or maybe I’m just being too soft.

Oh, well. Let her remember me as that one guy who slowed her down and made stillness feel amazing.

Her legs begin to tremble and when I look down I realize she’s been standing on her tiptoes this whole time. Straining to maintain position.

“Lyssa,” I say.

“Hmmm?” she mumbles.

“Climb on to the bed, lie face down, and spread your legs. I’ll give you what you want and then you’re gonna go to sleep and forget about this day. Understand me?”

She takes a deep breath, lifts her head up—her disheveled hair falling over her face—and nods as she climbs off me and crawls across the bed.

She collapses onto the covers, grabs the pillow with both hands, and then points her toes and opens her legs.

Which makes me hold in a laugh, but not a smile.

So dramatic, little baby princess.

I stand up, crawl across the bed, both my hands on her ass cheeks, spreading them wide as I lean down to lick her.

“Oh, God,” she says.

Oh, God is right. I’m so fucking hard, I can’t stand this cup anymore. I reach inside my boxer briefs, pull the cup out, then push my pants and underwear down until my cock is free.

When I look back at Lyssa, she’s staring at me.

“No,” I say, shaking my head. “This is not for you, sweet baby. This is just for me.”

She closes her eyes, shaking her head. But obviously too tired to care.

I stretch my legs out on her bed, my face deep between her legs—licking and swirling my tongue around her clit—while I pull and tug on my fat, stiff cock. Fisting it hard.

The pussy licking is good for her. But not enough. I can’t come until she does, and I really want to come, so I need a way to get her off quick.

I sit up on my knees, still jerking myself with one hand while the other one slips back into position. Two fingers on her clit, two inside her pussy, and my thumb on her asshole.

I push my thumb inside—just a little—and make her moan. I wonder if she’s ever had anal? God, I’d like to be first, if she hasn’t.

Jesus, Mason. You’re leaving in like three hours and you’ll never see this girl again.

Right. I keep forgetting that for some reason.

Her knees come up, spreading her pussy open for me a little more. “Please,” she says. “Put it inside me.”

“You don’t need my cock, baby princess. Just enjoy my fingers.”

“No, it’s not enough.”

“Oh, I think it is.”

“Mason—”

Holy hell. Hearing her say my name kinda turns me on. “Roll over on your stomach,” I say.

She maneuvers her legs so I don’t have to change position, then turns over—eyes locked on mine—and lifts up her knees as she opens her legs wide.

I take a peek at her pussy. All wet with her juices. And decide how to make her come.

“Scoot over a little,” I say, crawling up the side of her body. This ridiculous canopy bed is twin-sized, so we barely fit. My body alone barely fits, so it’s a good thing she’s tiny and I’m lying on my side.

Her hand reaches for my cock but I brush it away, then flick her nipple with my fingers and say, “Don’t touch me without permission.”

She huffs, but stays silent. On her knees, ass in the air.

“You just be still and enjoy it, OK?”

“I thought you were punishing me? Doesn’t sound like punishment.”

“Well…” She's right. I’m totally off script here. “Enjoy it anyway.”

I begin slowly. Rubbing all four fingers around in a circle over her clit. She begins to breathe heavy. Panting like a wild animal. And when I pick up speed—rubbing those circles faster, then faster, then even faster—her knees come up and squeeze together, like I’m overwhelming her.

“Oh… I can’t… shit… Mason… My God…”

It really fucking turns me on.

And her too. Because when I stick two fingers back inside her pussy and begin to pump in and out so hard her whole body is jerking with the momentum, she squirts her delicious juice all over my hand. It leaks down between her ass cheeks and all over her pretty princess bedspread.

I pull my hand away, get up on my knees, and fist my throbbing cock several times, and then shoot my come all over her tits. Moaning and groaning with relief. She reaches for my cock, her body still convulsing from her climax, and I’m so distracted by how good this all feels, I don’t brush it away.

She pumps out the rest of my come. Her small hand barely fitting around my shaft.

I close my eyes until I’m finished. She leans forward, swipes the tip of her tongue around my head, then puts me inside her mouth.

Oh. Fuck.

No, no, no. We’re done here. What I did was wrong on so many levels. Every fucking minute I’ve been with this girl has been wrong. The drugging, the fight in the alley, the van ride, the house, the bedroom, and now this.

I’m one fucked-up dude.

I push her head back, then get up off the bed, tuck my dick away, and walk downstairs.

If she were really mine I would stay. I want to tell her that so she doesn’t think I left for the wrong reasons. She’s so messed up, what I just did tonight could make her worse and I suddenly feel bad for walking out.

I could go up there and try to explain myself. Turn it into something lighter. Like… I’d hold her all night and make her feel safe but that goddamned bed isn’t big enough for two grownups. It was made for a single little princess.

She might even laugh. It could even make her relax a little and fall asleep. Knowing that I’m not as bad as I seem.

Because I’m really not. I’m not this guy at all, actually. I just… need that fucking money her stepfather promised me. It’s really important that I get it. And I’m sorry she’s the way I get that done, but…

Fuck it.

I don’t go back up there. I don’t tell her any of that.

After cleaning up in the bathroom I pull a chair into the hallway at the bottom of her stairs, and listen for the sound of tires on the gravel driveway outside that will announce the arrival of her stepfather and the end of my time with Lyssa Baylor.