Mason:Inked Reapers MC(35)

He strutted in, swinging the door shut behind him. The grin should have  tipped me off, but I never read signals all that well. Especially when  it came to men. He took one step, then another, stalking toward me. I  looked to the bed, thinking to jump over it and bolt from the room. He  held up one finger and shook it side to side. "I really wouldn't do  that."



"You deserved it!" I yelled at him, and charged. If I couldn't get  around him, I'd just go through him. Even if he had a good hundred  pounds on me, all muscle. He easily caught me under my arms, lifting me  from the ground and tossing me face down onto the bed. Before I could  register the movement, he was on top of me, pressing me into the  mattress.



The more I struggled the harder he pressed. He pulled my arms behind me,  grasping both in one of his man paws. "Fuck!" I yelled, and kicked out  my legs. It made no difference, he had me pinned.



"Settle down, Lucy." He didn't sound strained, or even winded. He  scooted back to sit on my legs, letting his upper body cover mine as he  bent over to whisper to me. "Settle down now. You had your say." His  voice reminded me of a warm breeze on a spring day, soothing,  comfortable.



I rested my forehead on the bed and took a deep breath. Tears sprung to  my eyes, but I squeezed them shut, hoping to keep them caged up. Like  most things over the past few months, I had no say, and the tears  slipped out anyway. Deep sobs rattled my chest and I simply gave in.  Mason was back. He'd come for me.



When I finally calmed, his hands smoothed over my hair. He had moved off  of me and sat beside me now, petting me. I rolled over to my side, to  get better look at him. "There you are." He smiled down at me. His  fingers were rough as they wiped away the tears on my cheeks. I sniffled  and closed my eyes again.



"I'm sorry I threw the pillow at you," I whispered, throwing my arm over my eyes. I couldn't look at him yet, not full on.



"I know." He ran the back of his hand down my arm. "I'm sorry, too. I  never should have left you with Jayson. No matter what, I should have  taken your ass away from him and hid you away myself." I looked up at  him, studying him more closely, the anger had dissipated. He slid his  hand along my jaw, cupping my face before he brought his lips down on  me.



It felt like an eternity since I last had him so close to me, but  everything righted itself once the warmth of his lips touched mine. I  felt nothing other than his hands on me, soothing me, feeling me. He  carried a faint scent of pine from his ride through the woods. Shifting  his position, his leg draped over both of mine, keeping me trapped as he  deepened the kiss. One hand pulled the hem of my dress up over my hips,  until he could feel my panties.



He broke off the kiss while his fingers hooked into the elastic of my  panties and pulled the thin material away from my now slick pussy. "You  still have a punishment coming to you." His eyes sparkled when he made  his decision. "But I don't think a spanking will do." He kissed the tip  of my nose. One finger circled my clit, around and around he moved his  finger, barely touching the swollen nub. I tried to arch up, to get the  relief I so desperately needed. "Nope." He shifted his weight again,  pinning my hips down.



"Please. Mason." I didn't want to play games, I needed his touch. I  needed him to take the ache of him being gone away. To make me forget  Jayson's grimy touch.



"I know what you need, baby." His lips trailed down my jaw, down my  neck, to the buttons of my dress. Skilled fingers never left me, they  continued to torment and tease, making my pussy drip with want. He  managed to unbutton the dress with one hand and slip the clasp open  between my breasts, freeing them from the cups. He took one nipple  between his teeth, gently at first, holding it while his tongue flicked  across it.



"Mason." I tugged at his cut. A sharp pain shot through my nipple at the  same time he finally pressed down on my clit. Sensations flooded me,  mixing perfectly together, pain and pleasure. I gasped, opened my eyes  and tried to cry out, but nothing escaped me. Mason released my nipple,  dragging his tongue across the now sensitive bud, and grinning when I  moaned beneath him.                       
       
           



       



"Fuck, you're wet." He nuzzled my breast while his finger slid lower,  then back up again, toying with me. Finally his finger poised at my  entrance, one knuckle then a second. Another finger.



"Please!" I bent my legs, planting my feet to help me leverage my hips up.



"Bad girl." He laughed and removed his hand. Before I could argue, or  even pout at the empty feeling he left behind, he flipped me over on to  my stomach. The skirt of my dress flew up, and he began spanking me with  an open palm. Again and again the flat of his hand landed on the curve  of my ass, striking it only to move lower onto my thighs. I tried to  wiggle away, but his forearm held me down. "Bad girls get spankings," he  chided, but I could hear the levity in his voice.



After a dozen swats, he stopped, rubbing my heated ass with the hand.  Gripping my flesh, squeezing it until I moaned. The spanking ignited a  deeper lust in me, and I pulled my knees up, pushing my ass out toward  him. "No more games." I looked over my shoulder.



He moved to kneel behind me, using both hands to roam over my ass. "No.  No more games." He winked, then one hand disappeared beneath me. I felt  the tip of his finger brush against my clit and my eyes rolled again. I  wanted to punch the pillow, to scream at him to stop the torment, but I  knew it would only make him take that much more of his time.



I didn't hear his pants unbuckled or unzip, but his cock pressing  against my entrance told me he had. Gripping the bed, I braced myself  for the first thrust, the wonderful power of his him plowing into me. He  had other plans.



The swollen head of his cock rubbed up and down my slit, pushing against  my pussy, but never entering it. He stroked my clit still, with a  gentle touch that began to drive me out of my mind with need. "Mason," I  ground out, but he only chuckled in response.



"See, you still haven't learned patience." He pinched my clit then moved his hand, leaving it still wanting and now alone.



Both hands pulled my ass cheeks apart, leaving my body completely  exposed to him. Only a month ago, I would have felt my face flush with  fire at the idea of him seeing my ass and pussy open to him, now, all I  could think about was him filling me with his cock.



"Do you want me to fuck you slow?" The tremor in his voice betrayed him.  He had as much trouble as I did with slow and gentle. He wanted it  rough, fast, hard. But I had disobeyed him. I had made him search for  me. I had ignored him. I needed to earn it.



"I want you, Mason. I just want you." I whispered. His expression  softened, but the determination to make me say it didn't falter. "I want  you to fuck me hard." I hit the right target, his grin nearly lit up  the room.



"Such a filthy mouth." He winked at me, then looked down to where our  bodies were touching. In a heartbeat, he penetrated me, leaving me  breathless from the long awaited fullness. He sunk all the way in, until  his balls pushed against my ass. My cheeks were still spread wide with  his hands; he's able to go in further this way, I think. I felt so  wonderfully stretched.



"Fuck, I forgot how tight you were," he growled, leaning over me and  pulling my hair to get me to look back at him. The movement sucked him  in even further; how much farther could he go before he split me in two?  "I need to move, baby. Are you ready?"



He held still, letting me adjust to his size, but I wanted him to move,  too. I nodded. "Yes, Mason. Yes. It feels too good to stop."



"Missed me, did you?" he said, and slowly started moving again.  Withdrawing almost all the way out before pushing back in, agonizingly  slow in his thrusts. How much more torture was he going to dish out?



"Yes. So much." Tears pricked my eyes. It wasn't the physical pain of  lusting after him, or his cock slowly stretching me, it was the idea  that I almost threw him away. He didn't have to come after me, he could  have said to hell with me and left me up in the cabin. He didn't though.  He came for me. He didn't let me run. He didn't let me go. "I'm sorry,  Mason. I'm sorry I didn't tell you where I was. I'm sorry I didn't trust  you enough."



His eyes lit up with my words. Letting go of my ass he reached over and  wiped the tear that slipped out of my control and down my cheek. "There  it is, that's what I needed."



Small thrusts at first, Mason took me. Gripping my waist he allowed me a  few inches of his cock before pulling back, letting me get used to him  in that position. He thrusted in steady strokes, sliding in and out,  making me feel every inch of him.