Mason:Inked Reapers MC(25)

Before I could decide, the side door of the garage opened and Mason stepped out. He waved



me over to him. The man needed to learn to stop beckoning me. Even if it  did make my heart flutter when he crooked his finger at me. A girl  needed to draw a line, too, right? His blonde hair looked tousled, like  he'd been dragging his hand through it over and over again.



His usually soft and domineering eyes looked firm and worried. The  wrinkle in his brow didn't give me any more confidence. When I stepped  into the garage, he shut and locked the door. "Lucy, I'm leaving," he  blurted out before I even stepped off the stoop inside the door.



"Okay." I forced myself to nod. He hadn't said "we were leaving," he said he was leaving.



Maybe his club put more pressure on him to ignore me, like Lucas was  doing with me. I really couldn't be mad, I told myself. Jayson had  threatened his mother. I knew what losing a mom was like, and I wouldn't  blame him for hightailing it away from me. "That's fine." I kept  nodding while he stared at me with a more wrinkled expression.



"I'm not leaving you. I'm leaving town," he clarified with his arms  folded over his chest. The muscles in his biceps tensed in that  position. I just kept nodding. This is what my stomach was doing back  flips about. He was going. I was going to be alone again. There would be  no leaving Jayson. Lucas was right about that. "Lucy." He reached out  and gripped my shoulders. "I'm not leaving town to leave you. I'm going  on some business. I'll be gone a week, maybe two." His eyes caught mine,  and the familiar shiver worked its way down my spine.



"Oh." I could feel the muscles in my body relax and my breath came a  little easier to me. "I mean, if you wanted to go, really go, I get  that. It'd be okay," I continued on. "I get that. I'd understand." His  eyes narrowed as I continued to rant my way through the end of my panic  attack. By the time I finished the concerned soft look had turned into a  dark, angry glare. "What?"

"Do you really think I'd do that? Just leave town and leave you behind? Didn't I tell you that you're mine?"



"Well, yeah, but I mean-"

"Didn't I say that you'd be leaving with me? That you were going with me?"

"Yes, but-"

"So you think I lied?"                       
       
           



       

"No! It's just, I'd understand-" Before I could finish my sentence he  had me spun around and doubled over his arm. My feet brushed the  concrete floor, his hand bit into my side as he held me with my ass in  the air. "What are you doing?" I kicked my legs but that didn't stop him  from making his mark. A heavy hand landed on my backside, the cotton  dress did nothing to protect me from the burning sting of his hand as he  brought it down again and again.



By the time he finished with me, tears were rolling off my cheeks and  pooling on the floor, mingling with the remnants of oil and gasoline. I  no longer fought his grip, but sagged over his arm, he'd let my feet  back on the ground to help me balance while he finished spanking me.



He helped me stand and then pulled me into his arms, kissing my forehead  and my cheek. "When I say you're mine, If fucking mean it. I don't mean  that you'll get to decide if I stick around or if I follow through with  what I say. It means I said it and it's going to fucking happen."



"You spanked me because I was being understanding?" I pushed at his chest, but he didn't budge.



"I spanked you because you needed it." He grabbed my hands and held them  against his chest. "You were having a little war in your head, trying  to keep from panicking. And you were trying to give me an out. I don't  want an out. I said you'll come with me. This is just business and I'll  be back."



I wanted to argue with him, to slap him and scream that he couldn't put  his hands on me like that whenever he felt like it. But if I was going  to be honest, and with him there was no other way to be, the spanking  had completely centered me. The tension was gone from my body, my mind  wasn't working with excuses and fears. "I shouldn't let you get so  cocky." I tried to sound annoyed, but the grin he was flashing me told  me I failed. He wiped the last bit of tears from my cheek and pulled me  toward him, his mouth coming down on mine.



His tongue pushed through my lips, taking the kiss deeper, awakening my  insides with just the scent of him. I could taste coffee on his lips,  sweet coffee. His hands moved from my face, to cup my ass cheeks. The  spanking hadn't been that hard, but it was still tender when he squeezed  me in his hands. "Mine," he murmured against my lips. "All mine." He  pulled away, flipping me around again so my back was to him. "Are you  wearing panties?" he asked, lifting the hem of my skirt up and tsking  his tongue at me.



Panties weren't needed whenever I met Mason, of course I hadn't worn  any. "No, I left them at home." I looked over my shoulder at him, giving  him what I hoped was a seductive look. If he was going to be gone for a  week, we'd need to say goodbye properly.



"Naughty girl." He squeezed my ass again, digging his nails into my  skin. I hissed and took a step forward, but he didn't let go. "See that  bench over there?" He put his arm over my shoulder, pointing out the  work bench a few feet away. I nodded. "Go over there, hold up your dress  so I can that cute ass of yours, and bend over. I want that ass out,  and your pussy on display for me. Do it now before I add extra." He gave  my ass another swat.



"Extra what?" I asked, already taking steps toward the bench. My pussy  clenched at the thought of what he was going to do, what he'd already  done had left me soaked and wanting.



"Licks, of course." I heard the buckle of his belt coming loose and  chanced another look behind me. Watching him pull the leather strap back  to unbuckle and then pulling it free of his jeans sent shivers  everywhere in my body, electrifying my senses.



"Don't you have to go soon?" I teased, folding the hem of my dress so  that it laid over my back and bent over. I placed my hands on the bench,  and pushed my ass out, spreading my feet just like he'd shown me  countless times already. The cool air of the garage brushed my wet  pussy, reminding me again that he wasn't where I wanted him.



"I will always have time for my naughty girl." He folded the leather  strap in half and positioned himself to my left. His hand ran over the  bare skin of my ass, leaving a warm trail where his hand touched. My  insides clenched at the sight of him staring at me with such  determination. I wiggled my ass beneath his hand. "Look forward." He  reached out with his free hand and pushed my cheek until I turned my  head away from him.



Just as I opened my mouth to argue, the first bite of the leather  slashed across my ass. I hissed at the burn, but kept my hands where  they were. He brought the belt down again, and again, each new, heated  strap burned my skin and trailed into my body where I felt myself  getting wetter for him.                       
       
           



       



"Such a nice ass, I can't blame you for not wanting to cover it up." He  rested the belt against my ass, that was now throbbing from the  strapping. "In fact, maybe I should take away all of your panties."  Another quick slap and I my knees buckled. "Stand up straight." He  pinched my thigh and I moved back into position quickly.



He laid the belt over my back, and moved to stand behind me. A wrapper  ripped, and his zipper unzipped. I chanced a quick look over my shoulder  and saw him lifting up his shirt and rolling the rubber over his cock.  His thick, long cock that my pussy ached for. He caught me looking and  gave me another slap, this time with his hand and lower toward my thigh.  "Still so naughty." He smirked and lined his dick up with my entrance.



I tried to push back, to take him into me, but he only laughed and held  my hips tightly. "Please, Mason. I don't want to wait anymore."



"Do you think I care if you want to wait or not?" The head of his cock rubbed up and down my slit, teasing me to distraction.



"Probably not." I moaned when he pushed at my wet opening, but didn't  enter me. I wanted to kick him, but I had enough sense at the moment to  realize that would most likely not get me what I wanted, needed, the  most.



"Now you're getting it." He grabbed my hips and pulled me back toward  him as he thrust toward me, instantly filling me. I grunted at the  sudden fullness. He didn't pause, didn't give me a moment to stretch to  his size, he just began fucking me with an urgency my own body matched.