Page 57 of The Spare (The King Dynasty #2)

Chapter thirty-four

What's Nothing, baby?

" Y ou want bad boy Mason?" 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 train you 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 me like 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 knocking against 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 belt hard , pulling me all the way on him. I gag this time and screech around how thick he is.

Mason pulls me off him, then firms his grip closer to my neck and begins to firmly push and pull me off him. I suck hard .

"Sheathe your fucking teeth," he snaps. "You bite me again, and I'm biting back."

Obediently, I sheath my teeth and then pull my cheeks in harder.

He growls, bouncing me on and off his lap.

I moan, digging my nails into the fabric of his pants at his thighs, but he doesn't let up.

He jacks his hips up, meeting me before I'm even to the base of his shaft, making sure I get every inch.

My neck burns, my throat burns. Saliva and his pre-come slick down my chin and smear across my cheeks, mixing with the tears running down.

And it's so good.

My arousal slicks down my thighs and drips to the floor underneath me. The smell of us invades my senses, making me even more horny for him.

He tugs me off him harshly before I'm ready, and then pushes me onto my back on the ground once more.

His arm bands around my waist, and he lifts and flips me quickly until I'm on my front and my chest is pressed to the floor.

He takes the belt off my neck and then pulls my arms behind my back, tying my wrists together.

"You want to be treated like nothing; then I'm going to show you what that looks like," he grits out.

He pulls hard, making me rise off the floor and settle my weight onto my knees.

My shoulders stretch, Mason's grip on the belt holding me elevated.

"By the time I'm done with you, you're going to know what the fuck 'nothing' means, too. "

"Oh god, Mason," I complain, my eyes flickering until they land on our reflection in the window. Seeing my attention diverted, he turns us to face it head on.

My breasts are in full view as he holds me up, shiny and streaked with my saliva. My nipples stick out hard and long, drawn up tight with my lust for him .

He lines his dick up with my pussy and then slams into me with a thrust so hard my knees come off the floor, and my arms jerk as I'm forced into a deeper arch somehow. I come instantly at the feel of his thick length spreading me apart.

Jesus, his cock is so fat.

I throw my head back in a scream that echoes off the glass and marble around us.

When he lowers me, my legs are like jelly, not able to hold myself up onto my knees at all. My legs spread into a deep split, but he jerks the belt. "Get the fuck up on your knees, slut."

I scramble against the floor, struggling to draw my knees up under me. Still inside me, Mason rises slowly, adjusting himself until he's in a deep squat behind me. He leans back slightly, uncoils the belt once and then begins to fuck into my body so hard that I lose my breath.

He pounds hard, so hard I open my eyes wide in shock, seeing his face set in a stern expression as he looks down at my ass recoiling with every slap into my tender pussy.

Mason goes on and on, battering into my body. He pulls all the way to the tip and then slams back in until my knees lift off the floor again. I shriek, yanking against his hold. But I'm not even granted an inch.

"What's the matter, baby?"

"Nothing," I cry out, overwhelmed but not daring to tell him after how much I've needed this.

"Correct. Now crawl."

My eyes snap to meet his in the glass, and I tremble.

"Crawl," he orders, dragging the word out slowly.

I shuffle forward on my knees, and he begins fucking me again.

Every few thrusts, I shuffle forward a little more, until we make it to the other side of the living room.

My pussy clenches tight as I fight him, even holding my breath.

My lungs burn, and my muscles lock in place as I attempt with everything in me to fight this next orgasm.

"Oh, you're cumming whether you want to or not. Put your leg up on the table and bend forward," he says harshly. "Open yourself up for me. I'm not in deep enough."

My heart pounds hard and heavy in my chest. "You're already in as deep as you can-"

A sharp crack rents the air, and I scream feeling my right ass cheek explode with pain.

He spanks me several times in a row, until the heat spreads up my back and down my thigh.

He leans forward until his lips are at my ear.

I pant, feeling another orgasm rise swiftly.

"Did I ask for you to say a fucking word, slut?

I told you to put your fucking leg on the table. Now do it!"

I whimper and shuffle further to the table, and then lean on my left knee, raising my leg and propping it up. Mason immediately starts pounding again.

And yes, he could get deeper.

"Fuuucccck," I wail, my mouth dropping open as he thrusts in a steady, hard tempo.

"Look at that," he growls. "Such a nasty fucking whore for me. Letting me fuck you all over our living room."

Despite my best efforts, my orgasm slams into me, but I'm stuck.

I flinch, screaming. "Masooonn!" I yell. "I cannn't! I cannn't."

He lets up the slack on my arms, letting me lean forward a little, still fucking me through it.

"What's the matter?" he asks in an indifferent tone, almost as if he was asking me what I wanted in my coffee.

"I can't take it, Mason," I gasp, "I can't take-"

He snatches me back up, until my back is to his front. "The word you're looking for is 'nothing,’ slut. Because there's nothing wrong with you. You've only had two orgasms, so I don't want to fucking hear it. Don't be fucking weak. Now crawl, this time to our bathroom."

He reaches over and snatches his phone up, pressing a few buttons.

"What are you doing?" I whimper.

"Don't worry about it," he says, with a wicked smile tipping his mouth. He slides it in his pants pocket, and then firms his grip on the belt around my wrists.

I cry and come, cry and come the entire way to the bathroom.

I shuffle until my knees are raw, and when I try to stop, he holds me in place and gives me another orgasm.

By the time we make it halfway, I'm shivering with pleasure.

By the time we make it to the bedroom, he lets me place my forehead on the floor, screaming with something like my fifth orgasm.

Weak, just like he doesn't want me to be.

"Crawl," he enunciates slowly.

It's then I hear the running water coming from the bathroom.