Chapter Six
One week later…
“Who’s my good little toy?” Mason crooned the words as Elliot laid back against the polished table on which she was bound, but only lightly. Had she tested the silk ties whatsoever they would have slid away, but that wasn’t the point. The point was to keep position even though she didn’t have to—simply to please her master. Mason was working on her body, teasing her and pleasuring her with a variety of kinky little toys as they turned what had once been a drawing room into a palace of pleasure. The house had hundreds of rooms, and Mason seemed determined to take her in each and every one of them.
Elliot moaned as he teased her nipple into erectness, his fingers and lips drawing the bud into full tension. He had an ulterior motive beyond merely stimulating her heated flesh—he had a new device, a little instrument of potential torture that he brought to bear when the rubber-covered clamp slid around her nipple and began to tighten, trapping it between the unyielding surfaces. Elliot wasn’t sure what to expect in terms of sensation, but as little bolts of arousal went shooting through her belly, directly to her spread sex, she realized she’d discovered yet another way her body could be pleasured.
“It’s not so bad, is it?” He murmured the words against her breast as he went to the other one, and repeated the treatment until both her nipples were clamped, the clamps joined with a light chain running between them. He tugged on it a little and she let out a gasp as both breasts were lifted and stimulated, her pussy drooling desire.
Bang! Thud! Crash!
A sudden pounding through the wall startled them both. Mason covered her body with his own as the wall across the room from them suddenly swung open and someone came rushing through.
“Elliot! Eelliioott!”
She recognized the voice just a split-second before Aiden appeared, panting furiously just barely ahead of seven heavily armed men. Mason’s impenetrable security had apparently been penetrated.
Scrambling for cover, Elliot did her best to attain some kind of modesty, but all that was available was a tablecloth. She grabbed it, pulling the fabric from underneath a dozen eminently breakable things, some of which did fall and break. She couldn’t have cared less. Their intimate moment had been utterly destroyed with the arrival of eight people she certainly didn’t want to share her submission with.
“Aiden! Get out!” she shrieked at him.
“What the fuck are you doing to my sister?” Aiden cried, pointing at her with wide eyes.
“Sorry, sir,” one of the guards said as his cohorts pounced on Aiden, piling onto him until he collapsed into a heap on the floor. “He had the codes to the internal passages. He knew the way in under the fence.”
“It’s alright,” Mason said, pulling his pants back on casually. “Just go and secure the rest of the perimeter. If he’s out, there may be followers. And let him up, he’s a friend.”
The guards helped Aiden to stand up then followed Mason’s orders, kindly averting their gazes from Elliot’s still scantily clad form and Mason’s bare chest and tented pants. Released from his captors, Aiden just stood there as if there wasn’t a single reason in the world for him to apologize. He looked as if he’d been sleeping in ditches. His stubble was all grown out into a patchy beard, his hair was wild and askew, and he stank like an animal.
“Aiden…” Mason faced him. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“You don’t want me here, right? Of course not,” Aiden snarled. “That would be too convenient for you. That would give you the chance to keep fucking my sister. Are those nipple clamps?”
Elliot scowled and pulled the sheet higher. “They’re not anything.”
“Why are you here, Aiden?” Mason redirected her brother’s attention.
“I’m taking her and we’re going on the run,” Aiden informed Mason. “Running away from you, from your men, from your whole fucked-up empire. We’re going to live on a boat! We’re going to float away from our problems. It’s all going to be okay.”
He was talking a million miles a minute, his pupils were wide as saucers, and it was completely obvious that he had somehow managed to find a way to get high.
“You’re not taking her anywhere,” Mason said firmly. His tone was calm and remarkably collected, as if it was an everyday occurrence for a possibly strung-out and clearly disturbed heir to a vast fortune to burst into his home and start making demands.
“I fucking am,” Aiden insisted. “And you’re going to call those two dogs of yours off me. Do you know what they’ve been doing? Treating me like a fucking animal half the time.”
Elliot stared at Mason. “Have they been…” She let the question trail off, but it spoke itself in the empty space.
“No,” he said. “Your brother is just whining because he didn’t have access to every modern commodity he wanted.”
“They wouldn’t let me go online! Internet is a human right, Mason.”
“You make stupid inflammatory posts that give away your location when you go online,” Mason said. “Besides, you should have been kept far too busy to miss the internet.”
“Too busy doing what? Being gay? Is that what this is, Mason? You put me in some gay threesome and…”
The biggest, darkest secret in the family was being laid bare for the first time. Elliot could hardly believe it. Aiden had been in denial about his sexuality for about as long as it had been obvious that he was not of the straight persuasion—which had been since he was able to talk. Their father and mother didn’t approve of the flamboyant heir to the Taylor-Chapman fortune, and even when Aiden took to coming home early in the morning with a string of scantily clad men trailing after him, they ignored the entire proceedings. Looking back, Elliot was fairly certain Aiden could have held an orgy on the breakfast table and their mother and father would have found some way to ignore it.
“I put my two best men on you to make sure you didn’t die,” Mason growled. “I didn’t think their sexual orientation was the most important thing.”
“Sure. Right! You lock me up with two hot gay guys and that’s just… you think… I know what you did, Mason. You’re trying to make me gay again.”
“What is he talking about?” Elliot frowned at Mav.
“He’s blaming me for his feelings,” Mason sighed. “As usual.”
“That doesn’t even fucking matter,” Aiden swore. “Because me and Elliot are getting out of here. I’ve got a boat chartered to take us out to a skipper to meet up with the cruise. It’ll be fun. We’ll be fine. It’s all fine.”
But it wasn’t fine. He was sweating and grinding his teeth and twisting his hands in one another like a mortar grinding a pestle.
“You’ve used again, haven’t you,” Mason said. “Where are Steven and Robert?”
“Dumb and dumber, you mean,” Aiden snorted. “I guess they’re probably running around after the tracker they put in me. It’s in the back of a Manhattan yellow cab right now.”
“They put a tracker in you?” Elliot frowned with confusion.
Aiden turned around, pulled his dirty t-shirt down enough to display an open weeping sore at the very base of his neck where it looked like something had been scooped out.
“They chipped him? Like a dog?” She stared at Mason, horrified.
“No,” Mason said, shaking his head slowly. “They didn’t.”
“Bullshit,” Aiden growled. “I got out a couple of times, but they found me right away. Then I was lying in bed one night and I felt it in there. I knew I felt it, and I knew what it was. Two and two together. That’s what I did. Two and two. So I took it out and they haven’t found me, so…”
“Okay,” Mason said calmly, his tone and demeanor changing in the wake of seeing the wound. “Come on, Aiden. You’ve outsmarted the guards, so you may as well come back here and get cleaned up before you get on the boat.”
“I could use a shave,” Aiden admitted.
“Mhm, yeah, and a shower. You smell like a raccoon’s urinal.”
Aiden laughed, and in an instant, Elliot saw their relationship transform to being as it had used to be, easy banter between very good friends. Mason put his hand carefully on Aiden’s shoulder and began ushering him deeper into his home, presumably toward a bathroom.
“You’re not going to let him take me on a boat?” She hissed the question in a whisper as they walked past. Mason shook his head curtly and put his finger to his lips.
“Bathroom’s just through that door,” Mason said to Aiden, ushering him in the right direction. “I’ll be right in to help patch you up. That wound needs a proper clean.”
“You’re going to nurse me better, huh, Mav?” Aiden gave him an arch wink and went through the door. Mason closed it, put his forehead against it for a second, muttering something under his breath, then straightened and walked over to Elliot.
“Go and get dressed,” he said in a hushed voice. “Then come back down here. I’m going to need you to help keep him calm until Steven and Robert can get here.”
“I don’t have any clothes,” she whispered. “You’ve ruined absolutely everything of mine, remember?”
“Find something and make it work.”
She padded upstairs and walked into the bedroom for the first time as what felt like a free woman. Aiden’s appearance had broken the spell of submission and thrown her back into her role as protective sister. She took the nipple clamps off, leaving two very sensitive erect nipples that throbbed as she tried to focus her mind on the important thing: making sure Aiden was okay.
The cage still stood in the corner, but she turned her back to it as she walked into Mason’s closet. She had no idea what he’d meant by ‘find something and make it work’; did he have some spare outfits for visitors? Discarded clothing from dates he’d sent home naked? She couldn’t really imagine a scenario in which anything could be ‘made to work,’ and as she went through his clothing, she soon discovered there was very little. In the end, she settled on a shirt that fell just past her mid-thigh, belted at her waist to cinch it in. She looked like she’d been playing dress-ups in his closet, but she was clothed for the first time in a while, and it felt good. She was starting to feel like herself again. She walked a little taller, turning around in front of the mirror. It wasn’t an ideal look, but it was kind of cute. It would do, anyway.
Now dressed, she left the room, intending on going to see Aiden. As she reached the top of the stairs, she looked down and saw Mason standing in the hall talking to two men. She recognized them instantly as the ones who had been looking after Aiden when Mason had taken her to see him. They were the ones who must have let him escape, and not before mutilating himself. This entire situation had been caused by their incompetence, and she was not going to let that go lightly.
In her experience, staff needed to be brought up short when they disappointed. It had always been her father’s policy to reprimand anyone who failed him very sternly, and in that moment, his instinct became hers. She rushed downstairs, her ire flaring, pushed past Mason and stopped amid the men, drawn up to her full height as she launched into a lecture of epic proportions.
“What do you think you’re doing! My brother is missing pieces! Is this how you look after someone? He doesn’t need criminals finding him when he’s got you two to…”
“Ellie, enough,” Mason said. “Steven and Robert are very well aware that what happened isn’t acceptable.”
“We’re sorry, Miss Taylor-Chapman,” the taller and beardier of the two men agreed. “He slipped away from us, took the keys to our vehicle, and escaped into the city. That shouldn’t have happened.”
“No, it shouldn’t have,” she said. “Aiden’s not in his right mind at the moment. He needs someone to make sure he doesn’t hurt himself or worse. You had one job to do and you utterly failed in it. I don’t know how much you’re being paid, but it’s far too much, I can tell you that…”
“Enough!” Mason snapped at her. “Elliot, it’s not easy watching a junkie. They’re slippery. They lie. They’ll do literally anything to get away to get their fix. It’s hard enough to protect someone who wants to be protected, let alone someone who wants out at any cost.”
“Maybe there should be more than two people then, maybe…”
“Maybe you shouldn’t be blaming the people trying to help,” Mason said, turning toward her, his green glower hitting her from a great height. “Maybe you should be grateful that these men managed to keep him safe this long. Maybe you should take a minute to realize that these are people who have risked taking a bullet for Aiden, and still might. Maybe you should get back upstairs, go sit in your cage, and think about what an ungrateful little wretch you are.”
She blushed as he mentioned her cage in front of the bodyguards, her facade falling in an instant. He’d just reminded her in no uncertain terms what her position was almost as effectively as if he’d made her crawl naked on her hands and knees.
“I’m sorry,” she said, her eyes going to the floor. “I’m just worried about him. He’s bleeding. He needs more help than this. He needs to be in a medical facility or something…”
“Robert is a medic,” Mason said. “He can provide everything that’s needed, medically speaking. And yes, Aiden probably is experiencing some level of psychosis. It happens. Drugs can be just as dangerous coming off them as being on them. But that’s not Steven’s or Robert’s fault. Aiden’s smart and he’s determined, and whether he’s entirely in his right mind or not, he’s not easy to contain. Now apologize properly and make me believe it.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, keeping her eyes on the carpet. “I overreacted.”
“You did,” Mason growled. “But that’s still not a decent apology. Not after you came down here breathing fire.”
“I’m sorry!” She threw her hands in the air. “Alright! God! I’m so sorry! I’m sorry I care! I’m sorry I’m not just fine with my brother crashing around in the dark bleeding! I am so sorry, Mason!”
Mason’s lips thinned into a hard line. “Go upstairs,” he ground out. “I’ll deal with you later.”
She turned away, glad for the chance to escape. She practically ran up the stairs, her body bathed in guilt as three pairs of male eyes bored into the back of her. Even as she had been yelling at Mason, she’d known she was in the wrong. She just couldn’t help it. She knew it wasn’t really the bodyguards’ fault that Aiden had escaped. Aiden had been doing whatever Aiden wanted to do for decades. Nobody had ever stopped him before, and she didn’t see how anyone was going to stop him now. Her frustration was really at him, not them. But, instead of expressing any of that, she’d acted out like the spoiled brat Mason always said she was, and then doubled down on it too.
Now she thought about it, she was probably just as bad as Aiden, just without the drugs. She really didn’t know why Mason was putting up with her. He could have found thousands of compliant women who would never dared question him. Feeling very sorry for herself, she went back to her cage and covered herself with the blankets. This was all so far gone that she may as well stay there forever, she figured. When Mason got to her, her life wasn’t going to be worth living.
Sometime later, she heard him coming up the stairs and into the room. She stayed quiet and still, hoping that he’d think she was sleeping and leave her alone. She didn’t want to see Mason. She didn’t want to see that look in his eyes again. He’d looked at her with so much disappointment, even scorn. Leather biting against her rear hurt less than that.
“Elliot, wake up.”
His tone was hard, biting. She hunkered down even more, unwilling to face him. He was going to spank her, she was sure of it.
“Elliot, I know very well you’re not sleeping. Get up now and come and see me.”
His feet moved away and went near the bed. He sat down and a shiver went through her. That was how it started. It was only a matter of time now before her butt was burning and she was crying tears of shame.
“I won’t tell you a third time…”
She sat up, very reluctantly, her blanket wrapped around her. “Am I in trouble?”
“What do you think?”
“I’m not coming out if I’m in trouble.”
A slight smile quirked his lips, but his overall expression stayed stern. “Come here. Now.”
He pointed between his feet with his long forefinger, and with a small whimper, she pushed back the blanket and began the long crawl over to him. She knew better than to even try to stand up and walk. Now was the time to make as much of a display of obedience as possible. Maybe if she seemed to be very, very sorry, he wouldn’t punish her quite so severely.
Mason reached out as she came closer, his fingers caressing her cheek, then finding her hair, grasping it tightly to guide her up between his thighs. He maneuvered her into an upright kneeling position, looking down into her eyes, his lips less than an inch from hers as he began to lecture her.
“That wasn’t acceptable behavior,” he said. “I won’t have you chewing out the people who work for me.”
“I know, I’m sorry, I just saw them and I’d just seen Aiden… and… it just came out.”
“Oh, I know,” he said. “I also know where you learned that, but that won’t work anymore, Elliot. We don’t treat people like that. Everyone who works for me works incredibly hard and is very, very good at what they do. They’re not here to be talked down to.”
“No, that’s just me,” she said, pouting in his firm grasp. “In my cage, like an animal. I can’t yell at some bodyguards for letting my brother get hurt, but it’s fine for me to sleep on the floor in a cage. That’s a real double standard, Mav.”
“It isn’t,” he said. “Because you desperately need to learn something most people already know.”
“And what is that?”
“That you’re not in charge,” he said. “You walk around with the weight of the world on your shoulders because you think you have some birthright to run it. You don’t. And it’s not a job you’d want even if you could have it. You take far too much responsibility for things you can’t control, and it drives you crazy. You need to learn to give in, Elliot. You need to learn that sometimes, someone else is in control, and that’s a very good thing.”
“So I can’t be in charge, but you are… okay… sure…”
“I’m in charge of what I choose to be in charge of. I’m not trying to control the world. Right now, all I’m worried about is you.”
“Me, and Aiden, and your people, and the mob…”
“In this moment, just you,” he repeated, his tone as intense as his voice. “Nobody but you.”
“What are you going to do to me?” She whispered the question.
“You’re going to bend over, facing away from me, reach back, and spread your cheeks.”
He released her hair so she could do his bidding as he had told her.
“Please…”
“Do it. Now.”
She turned around, her face burning as she obeyed his orders. The position was not a dignified one. To kneel and put her hands back at the same time meant she had to rest her forehead on the carpet.
He stood up and she heard him walking around, gathering his dark materials. She could feel cool air on places that usually never felt any kind of breeze, the inner parts of her bottom cheeks and the tight little bud of her bottom exposed more than ever. He was going to take advantage of that soon, she was sure.
Walking around behind her, he sat back down, no doubt much more comfortable than her as he dabbed lubricant against her bottom and began to rub it in. It couldn’t be another enema, could it? No. He wouldn’t do that over his rug. He’d gotten very agitated last time she made a watery mess on it, so surely he wouldn’t risk that again.
His finger soon made an entrance, slipping inside her with a firm thrust. She let out a whine of complaint, which was ignored as he worked his thick digit inside her, making her anus submit. He plunged his finger in and out for a minute or so before pulling it free. Brief relief was followed by the realization that Mason was not going to let her off easily. A second later she felt what was beginning to become a semi-familiar sensation, that of firm rubber pressing inside her tight bottom. It was larger than anything he had put inside her bottom before, stretching her anus so wide she couldn’t help but gasp a complaint.
“Ow,” she whimpered. “It’s too big!”
“A big plug for a girl who made a big ass of herself,” he growled down at her, pushing it deeper. The thick plug slid in with a little extra application of lubricant, holding her ass so desperately wide she was sure it would never be the same.
When it finally slipped in she popped up, squirming her hips. Before she got more than a couple of inches off the floor, she felt the underside of his shoe on the back of her shoulders, pressing her back toward the floor.
“Down, girl,” he growled. “We’re not done yet.”
“There’s more?” She squeaked the question from the rug.
“Last time you got in trouble, I told you there could be worse, didn’t I?”
The reminder of his last dose of discipline made her squirm. “Please, Mav, no,” she begged. “I wasn’t that bad. I didn’t bite anyone.”
“True,” he said, walking around her in a slow circle. “But you did make an embarrassing scene, and you did verbally attack two men who have put their lives on the line in your brother’s interest.”
“And that’s why I have a huge plug in my butt…”
“No, you have a plug in your bottom because you’re my girl and you need to be reminded of it. That’s not a punishment. Your punishment is yet to come.”
Squirming and whimpering, she stammered a series of apologies that turned to squeaks when he tapped her bottom with the leather end of the belt.
“I think leather’s getting a little tired with you,” he mused. “I think it’s time I tried something else.”
He picked something up from the bed. She couldn’t see what it was, but she felt the thin line of something hard and long against her cheek, and when she sneaked a glance she saw that it was a cane, long and yellow, old-fashioned looking, and frightening as all hell.
“Mason!”
The cane swept from above, the end of it landing vertically against the middle of her left cheek, and then swiftly again on the right; two quick cuts that made her gasp and jump forward, the plug bobbing between her cheeks as she tried to escape.
“Sir,” he reminded her, his tone hard.
“Sir,” she whined. “I’m sorry, please… please don’t cane me.”
The cane landed again, another two taps to each of her cheeks. He was not using it harshly, but they left hot marks running across the crown of both cheeks and made her writhe on the floor. It was utterly impossible to stay still with that infernal thing landing on her sensitive skin, the thin lines of heat joining forces to create a lattice of pain.
“Stay still,” he growled. “Spread your legs and lift your rear. I want to see that ass nice and high.”
“Ma… sir…” She tried to take the position, but lifting her bottom made her skin stretch and made the cane lines sting all the more. He was being unspeakably stern, and utterly ruthless. She knew she had behaved badly, but to have a plug stuck in her bottom and caned on top of it did not seem like a proportionate punishment. Then again, when had Mason ever been proportionate? He was a force of nature, a ruthless wild thing contained in the form of a man, and he was treating her as if she were a wild thing in female guise. The cane landed four more times, getting closer and closer to the sides of the plug, finding the very sensitive skin of her inner cheeks that were spread by merit of her thighs being so wide.
Her pussy was exposed, preciously close to the swift strokes of the cane peppering her bottom. He had not used any real force in any of the strokes, but he hadn’t had to. Even a casual little flick of his wrist made her gasp as it landed with a sting. Keeping position was almost impossible, her rock-hard nipples brushing against the rug as she writhed her upper body in a helpless attempt to try to rid herself of the desire to move her ass.
“You will be respectful,” Mason lectured. “Not just to me, but to everyone in my employ. You are not above anyone here. You are my toy. Soon to be my wife. You are my property, Ellie. I own you. Don’t forget that.”
He kept the cane playing across her bottom as he lectured her, the very tip of it finding fresh spots of untouched skin to punish. The words were almost more stinging than the effects of the cane, as he made it clear in no uncertain terms that she had been forever stripped of the rank essentially assigned to her at birth. Her privilege had been revoked, and if she tried to reclaim it or act out her old ways of being, she would find herself humiliated in return, just as she had tried to humiliate the men who were watching over Aiden.
“Do you understand me?”
“Yes! I do! Oh, sir, Mav… sir, I’m sorry, I get it! I know!”
“What do you know?”
He walked around to stand in front of her and indicated that she should kneel up with a swift motion of the cane. Changing position made her ass sting like she’d sat in a beehive, as she ended up kneeling in spread-legged position, her pussy now very much on display for the harsh disciplinarian standing over her, looking at her with those intense green eyes.
Mason slid the cane down her inner thigh and found the wet swollen lips of her pussy. She let out a little moan as the cane found her softness, the hard line of it drifting back and forth across her lips. Pleading sounds escaped her as she hoped he was not intending on using it against her pussy.
“I know I shouldn’t be rude,” she stammered, her voice slipping into a moan as the tip of the cane ever so lightly found the bud of her clit. “I know I’m not better than anyone else. I’ll be polite from now on, I promise. I won’t yell at anyone. I won’t do anything I’m not supposed to do.”
“You’re making a lot of promises,” he observed coolly. “But I wonder if you’re capable of following through on them when you’re not at risk of having your pussy caned.”
“I’m always at risk when I’m with you,” she said softly.
The cane made a soft circle around her little bud. “True,” he agreed. “But you forget. Sometimes on purpose, sometimes because you forget yourself.”
“I won’t forget, I won’t… I promise…” she stammered. He let the cane slip away from her pussy. It returned with a very light tap against her clit. She let a little hiss escape between her lips as a bolt of sensation ripped through her body. She didn’t want her pussy to be caned, but she could feel the wetness welling evermore at the apex of her lips as he tormented and teased her naughty pussy, angling the cane so it tapped along the length of her lips, either side of her slit, stimulating her just shy of real pain.
Just when she didn’t think she could stand the torment anymore, he pulled his cock from his pants. It was brutally erect, already gleaming with pre-cum. He enjoyed punishing her almost as much as her body seemed to enjoy being punished. Their shared physical reactions were inescapable and demanded satisfaction.
Mason reached out, took hold of her hair, and pulled her toward his cock. “Suck me,” he commanded. “Show me how serious and sorry you are.”
Elliot did not need to be told twice. She parted her lips and welcomed his hard rod into her mouth. Soon she was sucking his cock eagerly, grinding her cunt against the cane as her arousal took control of her. Her caned bottom was stinging with every movement, the hot tight skin sending little shoots of complaint through her body, but her body wasn’t listening. It was focused entirely on his cock and on the wet little hole between her legs, the place she so desperately wanted to be filled.
He growled as she worked her lips on him, hoping he would let her come, she needed to come more than she needed anything. She’d know she was forgiven when she felt orgasm rushing through her. He tapped the cane over her pussy as she sucked, gentle little stinging swats that tormented her to the point she was whimpering around his cock.
Mason pulled free, his thick rod shining with her juices. “Turn around,” he ordered. “Ass up, hold your cheeks open.”
She moved into position immediately. He had that hard look in his eyes, a ruthless desire. Putting her hands back to hold her bottom open, she waited for him to take his pick of her holes. Her sopping sex yearned for him, but he took hold of the plug in her bottom and worked it out of her tight ass. In seconds, the plug came free and his thick cock plunged into her ass, taking the lubricant from her soaking pussy with him and the remnants he’d already worked into her bottom to thrust several inches deep in one go.
Her cry was guttural, his thick cock working deep into her ass with a steady thrust as he started to fuck her ass, using the hole he’d yet to take with aggressive thrusts. The training plug had made her anus supple for him as he fucked her hard, on his knees behind her, one hand at the back of her neck, the other steadying her hips for his strokes.
“You have such a hot little ass,” he growled. “Such a perfect little hole.”
His grunts of pleasure as his cock pounded deep inside her ass, rubbing the internal wall of her pussy with every stroke, made her pussy juices slick down her thighs. She needed him so fucking badly, but he was taking her as he pleased and her pussy stayed empty. Mason pounded her bottom, pressing her down, her face against the floor as she came out of position and lay prone beneath him, his thick cock slicking in and out of her ass.
She screamed as he fucked her, her ass stretching to take his ever rougher thrusts. There was a brief reprieve of pleasure as he pulled her up a little by the hips and slipped something under her. It was the cane, the hard end of the tip positioned beneath her soaking pussy. Mason pushed her back down, his cock deep inside her ass as he pressed her clit to the cane and fucked her against it, the sensitive nub strummed with every thrust. She was going to come on the cane, her soaking pussy covering the little hard shaft as she slipped back and forth over it.
Neither one of them could last much longer, their sweating, grinding bodies coming ever closer to orgasmic completion.
“Fuck, Ellie,” he growled, taking the back of her neck between his teeth. He bit down as he came inside her bottom with a rough cry, filling her ass with thick jets of cum. His fingers strummed her clit and pushed her over that edge, her aching welted body bursting into orgasm as she screamed with ecstasy, his cock deep in her clenching rear, her pussy grinding against the cane as her throbbing slit convulsed with climax.
Mason pulled free slowly, her tight ass reluctant to give his cock up as he slid from her ring, leaving a trail of hot cum in his wake.
Afterward he held her close, whispered words of comfort, told her what a good girl she was. “You took your ass fucking so well,” he praised, kissing her gently. “I can’t wait to have you there again.”
Elliot squirmed against him, reveling in her orgasm and glad for his forgiveness. But there was one concern she couldn’t let go, one little dark spot on her glorious horizon. Aiden.
“Mason…”
“I know,” he said, seeing her concern in her gaze. “Don’t worry about him. Before I came up to deal with you, I made full arrangements for Aiden.”
He sounded solemn, enough to concern her. “What have you done to him? Where is he?”
“He’s gone.”
Confusion made her voice crack with emotion. “Gone? What do you mean, gone? He was just here. I didn’t even get to say goodbye.”
“He wasn’t well, Elliot. He was agitated and so were you and it would have been worse to attempt some kind of farewell. It’s obvious that he needs a higher standard of care somewhere he can’t get himself into new trouble. Steven and Robert are taking him out of the country. I’ve dealt with his debts here, but I don’t want him running in the same circles again. It’s only a matter of time before he gets himself back into trouble.”
“Out of the country? Where?”
“For the moment, that’s a matter of secrecy. I don’t even know. Steven and Robert will touch base with me when they’ve arrived.”
One moment her brother was crashing through the wall, the next he was gone again. She didn’t know how to feel. She knew he wasn’t well enough to live a normal life, not yet. And she knew Mason had his very best interests at heart, but still, she would miss him terribly.
“Are you angry at me?”
Angry? At him? No. She wasn’t. Of course she wasn’t. If not for Mason she would be mourning Aiden, not missing him.
“I’m not mad,” she said. “This is… you’ve done so much for us. This must be costing you a fortune. The family should be paying for his debts, not you.”
“He should be paying for them,” Mason said. “And he will.”
She rose up a little and looked at him. There was something about the way he said the words that piqued her curiosity. “What does that mean? He doesn’t have any savings that he’s allowed to access and he doesn’t have any real skills. How could he possibly pay all that money back?”
He ran his hand down her back and over her butt, cupping her cheeks lightly. “He has a few untapped assets.”
She saw the smirk flickering at Mason’s lip and narrowed her eyes a little. “Tell me what you’ve done with him, Mason,” she said, some of her earlier strident speech entering her tone.
“Easy. It’s nothing too untoward. Steven and Robert have taken a liking to him. God knows why, but apparently a spoiled blond-haired blue-eyed guy with a serious case of arrested development and an as yet not entirely treated addiction is right up their alley. Evidently in his moments of sobriety, he’s not entirely insufferable. They wanted him, so I’ve given him to them.”
“Mason… are you saying you sold my brother to two of your mercenaries?”
“When you put it like that, it sounds bad,” he said with a dark little smirk. “I’ve found your brother a safe placement with two men who are not going to let him put so much as a pinky out of line. The next time you see him, I’m sure he’ll be fully rehabilitated.”
She stared at him, caught between relief and outrage. “You sold him,” she repeated.
“It wasn’t so much a sale as it was barter,” Mason mused. “That’s more acceptable. It’s certainly more legal, I think.”
She looked at him, shaking her head in amazement. She should probably be furious that Mason had re-homed Aiden much like a troublesome puppy, but she saw the logic of it. Mason had already cleaned more than enough of Aiden’s messes, and Aiden had been utterly unrepentant when they saw him. He needed to be confined somewhere—and whatever his guardians had in mind for him it was probably better than jail. It was a very Mason-style solution: simple, direct and most of all, effective.
“Sometimes I wonder if you have any more regard for the law than Aiden does.”
“I have absolute regard for the law,” he said. “I know the limits of its usefulness too. Aiden hasn’t been forced into anything. They’ll take care of him until he’s better, and when he’s well again, he’ll be given a choice.”
“Just like you gave me a choice.”
“Not just like you,” Mason smirked. “I like to think you got a far better deal.”
A smile broke across her face. “I think so too.”
His hand slid up her neck and caught her by the back of it, drawing her down for a deep, passionate kiss that drove all thoughts of Aiden from her head.
“He’s going to be safe and happy and well,” Mason said when he broke the kiss. “Now it’s time we concentrated on you again.”
A delicious thrill ran through her as she looked at him and saw desire in his gaze. She loved the way he looked at her, as if she were the only woman in the world. She could lose herself in that look, live an entire life time in moments.
“On your knees.”
A naughty thought entered her head as she hesitated for just a moment. “If I don’t behave, will you sell me?”
“You, I intend to keep,” he growled possessively, his teeth grazing against her neck. “Now get on your knees, before I have to punish one of the Chapman spawn yet again.”