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Melody's head snaps to the side, and her eyes flutter shut as she struggles to gasp for air, clutching at her throat with her hands. I let her suck in a full ragged breath before I throw her to the rug beneathus. She rolls to her stomach, but I use my foot and nudge her onto her back.

"You're going to learn your place tonight," I say, looking down my nose at her. "I'm not going to just fuck you like you're nothing; I'm going to break everything you are into little pieces and hand them back one by oneonlywhen it pleases me to do so."

She cries out, putting a trembling hand to her belly.

Stepping forward, I straddle her torso and then sit straight down onto her chest, being careful not to crush her. Her wide eyes meet mine, fearful.

Lustful.

I say the one thing I didn't think I'd ever find it within me to say to her.

"There'snothingabout you that pleases me right now. So, it might take a hell of a long time for you to put yourself back together again. You want bad boy Mason so badly? You gotcha, sweetheart. You can have him."

I unbuckle my belt and pull out my cock.

Chapter thirty-four

What's Nothing, baby?

"You wantbad boyMason?" Mason huffs quietly, almost like he's speaking to himself. "I'll give you what you want."

I wiggle under him as he yanks his belt off, the whoosh of it making my eyes go wide.

"Wait-" I stutter, suddenly afraid he's going to hit me with it.

But he pays me no mind. "There's no waiting," he says harshly. "You want to be a slut for me so bad? I'm getting ready to trainyou how to be what I need. Get ready, because you're jumping in headfirst, butterfly."

He takes his belt and wraps it around my neck.

Oh my God,I feel those butterflies fluttering around inside my stomach. Nerves mix with that nasty, wanton desire that I need for him to do this to me. To fuck me.Use melike I've only ever dreamed he would.

"Teach me! I want it, Mason!" I whimper desperately right before he tightens the belt and then winds it around his forearm, gripping tightly. Though I have enough room to breathe, I choke slightly as he undoes his pants and pulls out his cock. It's hard, dark and swollen. Glistening wet at the tip with pre-come. The bars of his Jacob’s ladder gleam under the lights of the den and, not able to help myself, I lick my lips.

"I'm such a whore for you," I admit, glancing up at him, then back to his cock.

A spark of pride glints in his eyes as he looks down at me. "Keep your eyes on mine," he says.

I drag my eyes up the V of his pelvis. The sharp planes of his muscular abdomen and thick chest, which is stone hard with tension, until I'm staring into his chocolate eyes. There's a dangerous, rough tint to his voice. Carefully veiled with his usual arrogant elegance, but I know it's there.

My pussy clenches hard, and I buck up my hips impatiently.

Mason sits a bit more on me to still my movements, making me struggle for my next breath. The fire in his eyes burns brighter as he pulls the belt slightly, arching my head off the floor. "Someone's a greedy girl," he rasps. He takes his dick in his hand and then slaps me in the mouth with it. I squeal at the hot velvet feel of him knockingagainst my lips hard. I part my lips, intent on letting him in, but he slaps me again.

And again.

Sharp taps against my lips that sting slightly.

I stick out my tongue, but he slaps that too. I know my mouth is going to be bruised and sore tomorrow.

Irritated, I pull up another inch and suck the tip into my mouth then tighten my teeth around it. A harsh growl escapes Mason's lips, but he digs a thumb between my teeth, loosening my grip before standing and forcing me up via the belt around my neck. He only lets me get to my hands and knees before he pulls me, leading me a few feet over to the couch before he sits down heavily and spreads his legs.

His cock juts out from his body lewdly. The veins rope around his shaft and the sheer thickness of him makes my pussy even wetter, dripping down my thighs.

He pins me with a stare. "You want to be my whore, huh?" he says, reaching over to grab his drink off the table. He takes a deep swallow before putting it down and then grabbing an ice cube out of the glass. He pulls on the belt firmly, bringing my face closer. "Open," he says.

He pops a couple of ice cubes in my mouth. It's cold, uncomfortably so. I suck on them, and then I flinch as he holds another cube of ice to my lips, rubbing around and around until water is dripping down my chin and splashing on my breasts. My mouth is good and numb, freezing.

He notches the tip of his cock in my mouth and then jerks the belthard, pulling me all the way on him. I gag this time and screech around how thick he is.