Mason:Inked Reapers MC(40)

"If you come without my permission, you'll feel my hand on your bare ass  and there won't be any loving after it either." He sounded like he  meant business, but I wasn't sure. Deciding to play it safe, I played  along with his game.



"Sheesh." I laughed and shimmied out of my panties. "Okay, they're off."



"Are you wet?" he asked.



"Yes." I breathed into the phone. I had been since the moment he picked up the call. Just his voice could do that to me.



"When I tell you to, I want you to slide your fingers in and out of your  pussy. Play with yourself, just like I would. Can you do that for me,  baby?" His husky voice could get me to do almost anything.



"Yes, Mason." I spread my legs wide on the bed, my knees bent.



"Mmmhmm … you are a good girl. Now, I want you to touch yourself, your clit, your tits, everywhere that gets your skin humming."



I reached under my t-shirt, finding my nipple I pinched it lightly. Imagining it was his fingers on me.



"What are you doing, Lucy. Tell me."



"I'm touching my breasts. Pinching my nipple."



"Do it harder, love. Hard like I would."



I gritted my teeth and did what he said, only releasing my fingers when I  heard my own gasp. "Ahh, that was nice. Do it again, the other breast."  I slid over to my other breast, the nipple already hard from arousal as  I took between my fingers. The electric heat of my own fingers shot  through me, straight down to my clit. "Such a good girl. I wish I was  there so I could reward you. I'd lick that pretty pussy of yours until  you were screaming my name."



"Mason," I breathed out, unsure of what I was asking for, but knowing he'd only give me what I needed.



"Now touch your clit. Spread your lips and roll your clit between your fingers."



"Yes, Mason." I did as he said, feeling my fingers grasping my own clit  and rolling it. I wasn't a prude before, I'd played with myself plenty  of lonely nights, but it was different with him controlling the moment.  Letting him guide me to my pleasure enhanced the act. Obeying him  enhanced everything.                       
       
           



       



"Good girl, keep going. I want to hear you bring yourself to the edge.  But don't come, and don't finger yourself until I tell you."

I spread my knees further, lifting my skirt out of the way as I slid my  hand further down my slit, toying with the forbidden entrance. How did  he know how empty I would feel there just by denying me. I moaned as I  pressed my fingers over my clit, rubbing it harder, in circles. I lifted  my hips up, increasing the friction between my touch and my wanting  body.



"There you go, baby, I can hear you breathing hard. Concentrate on  getting that pussy nice and wet." How could mere words get my body to  react so strongly? I would bet that if I stopped touching myself, he  could talk me into an orgasm. But I wasn't in the mood to experiment  just yet.



"Mason, I'm close, so close." I gave my nipple another pinch, pinning the phone between my ear and shoulder.



"Not yet, baby, not yet."



I wanted to curse at him, but I knew better. Instead, I moved my hand  faster between my legs, rubbing harder. My only reward was being drawn  closer to an orgasm he still withheld.



"Do you remember what I said earlier, about your fingers?"



"Yes." I remembered, but anything more than a single word answer at that  point would be useless. My mind fought against my body as my clit  swelled, and begged for release.



"Tell me."



"Agh. I … "



"Tell me and you'll get your orgasm."



"You want me to slide my fingers in my pussy, like you do." That hadn't  been as hard as I thought. The right motivation could get mountains  moved.



"That's right, good girl. Do it now. Slide two fingers into that wet pussy of yours."



I drove two fingers into my slick heat and moaned with the pleasure of it. "God, Mason. I'm so wet!"



"I'm sure you are. Now don't stop, keep sliding them in and out of you. Fuck yourself good for me, baby."



"I have to come, Mason. I have to." If he said no, I'd die, I was sure  of it. My body would explode from the frustration building inside of me.  Didn't he know how hot this little game of his was?



"Not yet, baby. Just another minute. You can do that for me, right? Hold  on for me?" If he didn't sound so damn encouraging I would have  screamed at him.



"Yes." For him, I would do anything. Even teeter on this shattering orgasm for another minute.



"That's a good girl, keep fucking yourself. Add a third finger." He  sounded so calm, so relaxed, it drove me mad. Another finger would  surely tip me over the edge. "Don't disobey me, now, I'll know." Of  course he would.



I pushed a third finger in and moaned so loud I was sure Tick would come running.



"Not so loud, love. Tick will worry and come check on you. And I don't  want anyone else seeing your pussy. That pretty, pink, soaking wet pussy  that you're fucking with your fingers for me. No one but me. Because I  own it, just like I own you."



He was trying to kill me. I was sure of it. I needed to come, right that  second. I couldn't wait any longer. "Please, Mason. Please," I begged,  and really didn't give two shits if Tick or Massey could hear me.



"Just another second...Keep your fingers inside that pussy while you  come, I want you to feel every bit of it. You can come now, Lucy."



The green light lit, the gates opened. My eyes flew open, a scream stuck  in my throat as my body contracted. Tighter and tighter my muscles  clenched. My clit throbbed beneath my hand. I slowed the thrusts of my  fingers, stroking gently until I could breathe normally again.



His chuckle brought me back to reality. "Luc? You there?"



"Yeah." I closed my legs, wiping my wet fingers on the bedspread and straightening up against the head board. "I'm here."



"Fuck, it's hot just listening to you come, but I want to see the real thing. Soon, baby. Soon."



"Mason." I closed my eyes, trying to find the right words. "When this is all done-when you and Tick go-"



"We, Lucy. When we go east." The hard voice was back, and my nerves settled.



"Okay."



"You okay?"



"Fine. Just really tired all of a sudden." I wasn't lying. Even from hundreds of mile away, he'd managed to wear me out.



"Take a nap. I want you well rested for when you get back here, because I  promise you, baby, you're not sleeping a wink that night."



It was my turn to laugh. "Promises, promises."                       
       
           



       



"You'll see, you'll see."





CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE



MASON





Two nights later Tick and I walked into a packed club house. All member  mandatory meetings weren't something you missed. When Marcus called one,  it only meant one thing. Shit somewhere hit a fan.



Marcus stood at the helm as usual and slammed his gavel to start the  meeting. I moved in the folding chair, trying to find a comfortable  position. A man my size didn't do well with crap metal for a seat. Tick  and I sat in the back of the room, we'd left our cuts behind-we wouldn't  be sitting at the table again.



I looked around the room, not recognizing most of the members. So many  of them only stopped by the club to pick up their cuts and get their  orders. What I once saw as a brotherhood now looked more like a  clubhouse full of wanderers. Only a dozen or so of the men sitting  around me were full time, who sat beside me day in and day out; and out  of those not one had reached out to me over the last week. After I  dropped off my cut, I was an afterthought. My decision sat good in my  conscience. This wasn't my family.



My family sat in a cottage up north, waiting for me get back to claim her.



"Most of you already know shit with the cartel has gone south.  Bernardo's brother, Julio, has taken over down there, which means he's  running shit up here too." Marcus's face sagged. He had a paler  complexion than usual. Even his eyes looked faded. "Julio wants peace  between us and the Disciples, but Jayson could give two shits about  peace. A few runs back, the Disciples ran off with Jasper, saying he  took off, scared of the cops. But we know that ain't how it went down.  They gunned him down. Disciples wanted the whole job to themselves, so  they concocted the lame ass story that our guy was chicken shit and ran  away."



I looked over at Tick. His jaw clenched as he watched the room erupt in  anger. Vows to get revenge, promises to get them back, all thrown around  the room. Why would Marcus suddenly believe that Jasper didn't hightail  it out of there that day?