1 Month Ago

It’s been a week since the exhibition and Mason’s fucked me every day since. He’s made me cum more times than I can count, and it seems like the man always has something new in store for me, making me cum in so many ways I never imagined existed.

It’s one of the last steamy hot summer days, and we’re lying by the pool.

His hands are trailing over my body, gently soothing the welts he put into my skin the night before. I stretch out for him like a kitty cat, my naked body glistening from the heat of the day.

"Cara," Mason mutters against my ear, and I arch my back, mewling softly because I want to get closer to him, but his firm grip on my hips won't let me budge an inch. "I want to try something very special with you today."

My eyes fly open and I look into his handsome face. His features are shadowed and the sun beats into my eyes over his shoulders. He's like a god, my own Hades, and I want to be his Persephone even if it means I'll be dragged to the depths of hell for him. "What is it?" I ask softly, a little bit worried even though I already know I'm going to agree to whatever is on his mind. Maybe that's why I'm scared.

"Do you trust me?" he asks me, and I let my body go soft and willing in his arms as he waits for his answer. I think about the question for a little while, letting it simmer in my mind. Do I trust him?

I would let him hurt me, and I have. I know he knows what my limits are better than I do.

I would let him fuck me mercilessly, until I pass the fuck out, and I've done that too.

I would let him love me, and treasure me, and punish me as he saw fit, and I've done that the most.

"Yes," I reply simply, and there is not a doubt in my mind that what I'm saying is the truth.

"Good," he says, his fingers trailing over my collarbone, down the sensitive skin of my stomach and over my tits, making my nipples pebble and my lips part in a desperate gasp for more. "That's good, cara mia. We need that for what we're about to do."

Suddenly, he grips my neck hard and picks me up as if I weigh nothing. I let out a surprised gasp, but apart from that, I let him do whatever he wants with me. My body goes slack in his arms and makes me feel like a puppet. I'd gladly place my strings in his hands. I trust this man with my life.

I had been lying on the warm tiles by the pool, but he puts me on my knees and I obediently cross my hands at the wrists behind my back. His hand doesn't leave the back of my neck and I open my mouth needily, sticking my tongue out. I want a taste of him, need a shot of Mason down my throat. But he doesn't do what I expect him to, doesn't fill my mouth with a hot load of his cum. Instead, he forces my head down and makes me look at my reflection in the pool.

"Such a pretty slut," he mutters, and I whimper, looking at our image in the pool. "I don't want to hurt you today, Cara. You understand that, don't you?"

"Yes," I whisper back, my eyes going to his, full of trust and love.

"Good," he says soothingly, and I offer him a tentative smile. He smiles back and smoothes down my hair.

Then, he plunges me face first into the pool in front of me.

My first instinct is to panic. I open my mouth and I scream in the water, letting all the oxygen out of my lungs and filling them with water instead. He pulls me out by my hair and I gasp and cry at the same time, taking grateful lungfuls of air through my mouth and gasping through the sobs wracking my body.

"Don't panic," he tells me calmly. "Just be a good girl, Cara. I'm not trying to hurt you, you know that, right? I won't let anything happen to you."

"Yes," I manage to get out, but I'm still sobbing. Sobbing like a fucking animal, scared and raw and vulnerable because I'd thought we'd done anything and everything, and he keeps throwing all this stuff at me, stuff that scares me and stuff that makes me scream and stuff that tests limits I didn't think I had. "Yes, I-I know you won't."

Mason leans his body against mine and I relax, feeling his muscles strain against my skin. "Want to try again?" he asks me gently, and I start nodding almost hysterically, unable to stop myself. "Okay, baby girl. Relax, nothing bad is going to happen, I promise."

He plunges me back into the water, slower this time. I open my eyes inside the pool but I don't panic this time. I try to save my breath even though panic is threatening to tear down all the walls inside my head. My heart pumps into overdrive and I'm panicking again, so fucking scared I kick my legs out on the surface.

He pulls me out and I sputter and scream.

"See, what a good fucking girl you are," he coos at me and I stop crying, I just listen to his voice, and I need it, and I need him, and I need more of this awful torture. What does that make me? I'm a fucking masochist, I'm fucked up, I'm broken.

And I don't give a hell.

"Please," I beg. "Do it again, do it again."

"Okay, pretty thing," he promises softly, and my head goes into the water again.

This time, instead of letting the panic take over, I try to hold on to the feeling I had before I came up for air last time. That fleeting but oh-so-precious moment of pure bliss before he lifted me out of the water. I cling to it and let it take over me, wrapping in its gauzy fingers.

And then Mason pulls me out again, and instead of screaming and crying and begging, I let out a long moan that makes him chuckle.

"That's a good fucking girl, cara mia," he tells me, his hand tugging on my hair, hard. "Time to see if my little plaything's getting wet, don't you think so?"

I mewl in response, and my legs part of their own accord as he reaches between my thighs. My cheeks burn up in embarrassment because I know exactly what he's going to find at my center.

"Oh, Cara," he coos. "You're so fucking wet. So wet for your master."

I let out another moan and my whole body starts to shake as he groans, his fingers exploring my slit. "Dripping," he says roughly against my cheek. "So fucking wet, such a perfect little toy. Yes, baby.”

"Sir," I manage to get out. "You need to fuck me now, please."

"I think I will," he promises in a low, throaty whisper. "I think I just have to, after you've been such a good little girl for me."

He flips me over, and my face settles against the cool tiles of the pool as Mason pulls my ass up. He pauses for a moment and I wait in anticipation, wiggling my butt at him. The first rope of his spit ands on my butt, sliding down my asshole and towards my pussy. My eyes roll into the back of my head and I moan like a sex-starved nymphomaniac.

"Please, Sir," I beg pathetically. "Inside me, now, please."

His fingers reach for me and he slides them across my mouth, slapping me so lightly it feels like a kiss.

"Stay with me, princess," he orders me. "I want your eyes open and your pussy fucking ready for this."

I mewl as he enters me, his whole cock inside me with a single thrust of his powerful hips. He groans as he fucks me, long, slow, torturous grinding motions against my clit making me go crazy.

He fucks me like his own personal fucktoy, making me into a little slut just like he wanted to all along. And I let him, submitting to him completely and letting him fill every inch of my hole until I feel like I'm ready to fucking burst.

I start talking nonsense, pleases and ohgods slipping from my mouth so easily it makes Mason chuckle. He spanks my ass while his other hand goes to my nipple, and he flicks his fingers against the hardened little nub, hard. It makes me yelp and that makes him swell so much in my cunt I think he's about to rip me apart.

He pulls out suddenly, and I protest at the loss of him with a long moan.

"Jesus fucking shit, princess," he says roughly. "Your sweet little pussy's gaping for me. What a sweet little thing you are."

I push my ass out towards him and he rushes his cock back inside.

"I can't go easy on you anymore," he tells me between thrusts. "I have to fuck you really hard now, sweetheart, and that might hurt a little. Is that okay?"

"Yes," I almost shout my response. "Yes, please, just let me fucking cum for you, Sir."

He groans his release, fucking me so fast his motions are a damn blur through the tears in my eyes. I love crying for him. Love letting those tears fall hard and fast as he claims my tender, swollen little hole.

"Cum with me, princess," he orders me, and I do.

A long moan pushes me over the edge and I feel myself getting so wet something gushes out of my pussy, making his cock slide into me louder and louder. I'm whimpering, not even sure whether I'm sticking to 'Sir' anymore.

He fucks me until he cums with a growl, and then he pulls out his cock to my dismay, and makes it spurt all over my ass. I protest with a loud howl as another orgasm rips through my body, making me tremble in his arms.

Once he's done, Mason reaches for my butt and smears his cum all over my cheeks, making me laugh.

"Dirty girl," he tells me with a big grin on his face.

I open my mouth wide and he lets me suck his cum from his fingers, his dark eyes already plotting what he's going to do to me next.