Cassie
“Get up,” Mason demanded.
I flinched at his tone and quickly stood without sparing him a single glance, afraid of what might happen if I didn’t comply.
“Take off your clothes. Now.”
I shook my head again. I wasn’t going to give him what he wanted. But I had to remind myself that what I did or didn’t want wasn’t necessarily what my body wanted.
Mason stepped closer until we stood almost chest to chest. My eyes snapped up to his. I watched as he tilted his head to the side, running his eyes up and down my body. A shiver ran down my spine from his hard look. I bit the inside of my mouth. He was much taller than me. My head only barely reached his shoulders. His hot breath made a few strands of loose hair dance around the edge of my vision.
“You’re not going to strip?” he asked.
“No,” I answered without hesitating.
“Then you’re of no use.”
“What?”
He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the door.
“If you won’t listen and do what I tell you, then I have no use for you.”
“Are you going to kill me?”
My heart pounded in my chest again at the thought of what was about to happen. Maybe death would come quickly. Maybe I wouldn’t even feel it.
Mason threw the door open.
“No, I’m going to put you back on the block.”
“The block?”
“Yes, the block. So that someone else can buy you. And, believe me, once they have you, they won’t ask.”
“No!” I screamed. I yanked my arm so hard that I pulled free from his grip and tumbled back onto the floor. “No, please, don’t do that.”
Mason slammed the door shut and glared at me.
“Stand up,” he demanded harshly.
I stumbled a little in the tall heels as I stood up. Mason rolled his eyes at my clumsiness.
“The shoes.” He dipped his chin. “Get rid of them.”
I nodded, and with slow and shaking hands I managed to pull the heels off.
Mason didn’t say anything as he walked over to me. I felt his eyes on me the entire time, following my every move, but I couldn’t meet his gaze. He stood in front of me again with his chest touching mine, and I didn’t flinch when he reached a hand out this time.
What good would it do anyway?
He pushed the hair that was hanging in front of my breasts back over my shoulder and sighed.
“You look fucking amazing.”
His words made me shiver. As his hands moved up and down my neck, chest and sides, I felt my skin break out in goosebumps.
“You like me touching you,” he whispered. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
Yes.
“No,” I replied.
“Liar,” he said, grabbing my ass and yanking me against his chest.
I held my breath as he continued to run his hands over my scantily clothed body.
I don’t want this. Do I?
I let Mason continue his assault as I argued with myself over whether I wanted this. A whimper escaped my lips.
As if this had been a signal, his rough hands spun me around. He clamped my back to his chest, while his other hand moved lower to the waistline of the tiny panties.
My breath hitched, and I wanted to say, ‘No.’ Instead, I moaned.
He said nothing and continued to run his hand into my panties. His fingers parted my folds and I shuddered as they traced up and down my slit.
“You’re already fucking wet.” His voice was low and hoarse as he whispered in my ear. “And you keep saying you don’t want me?”
His hand dipped lower and he pushed a finger inside me.
I gasped, and my knees almost buckled as a ripple of pleasure pooled between my legs.
He pushed his finger in as deep as it would go before moving it out again. I backed closer into him as he continued stroking me, pressing my ass against what I could only assume was his throbbing cock.
“Hold on,” he said, before driving a second finger into my pussy.
My back arched involuntarily, and I moaned again as Mason dipped his fingers in and out of my wetness.
At first, his movements were slow and gentle. But then he started moving harder and quicker. My mouth opened but no words came out. I grew breathless from his touch and bit down on my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning again. I couldn’t help it or hold back. I couldn’t even tell him to stop.
“You’re a virgin.”
His words brought me back to reality. My body snapped straight and rigid. I told myself again that I didn’t want this. I tried to move away from him.
I didn’t get far. He pushed me onto the bed and grinned down at me.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
He started to undo his pants, and I shook my head as he hitched them down over his hips. My eyes widened at the sight of his hardness, and I wondered how I hadn’t noticed it before he’d taken his pants off. I’d only ever seen one other penis before, and that had been Josh’s. And his had been nowhere near the size of Mason’s. Josh had always told me he was of average size, and I’d always believed him. But Mason’s was longer and wider, and I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to take him.
It won’t fit. He’ll break me.
“Never seen a man before?”
I didn’t answer as I stared at him.
“Answer me when I ask you something,” he commanded.
I nodded.
“I have seen dicks before,” I said, looking up at his face. “I’m looking at two right now.”
I knew before it left my mouth that he wasn’t going to be impressed with the answer, but I reckoned he was going to have me whether I wanted him to or not.
“Turn back around,” he demanded.
When I didn’t move fast enough to his liking, he forced me onto my stomach, climbed onto the bed, and positioned me so I was on all fours. He ripped my panties off in a flash with a single violent tug, and as I felt him line himself up I stiffened in anticipation.
He teased me a little bit at first, pushing the tip in and out a few times, then running his length over my clit. The sensation was overwhelming. I wanted to close my legs to stop him, but I couldn’t. He rubbed a hand over my ass, giving it a slap that stung sharply for a second before settling into a delicious tingling.
He lined himself up with my entrance again and surprised me when he pushed inside with a single, hard thrust. I yelped and felt my entire body freeze. I tried to move away. Mason tightened his grip on my hips, holding me firmly in place. The good girl in me wanted to scream at him to pull out. But at the same time, another Cassie secretly screamed for him to keep going, to take whatever he wanted, to mark me as his in every which way a man could mark a woman as his.
I cried out as he buried himself in me to the hilt. The other Cassie purred with pleasure.
He slowed for a moment, his movements becoming deliberate and deep, pushing all the way in and pulling almost all the way out.
Don’t stop, I tried to say, but nothing came out.
He ran a hand over my ass and gave it another smack.
I bit my tongue to stop myself from making another noise. The movement and feeling of being so full hurt for a moment, but the feeling passed when Mason started thrusting hard again. His hands ran over my back and reached around to grab my breasts. I yelped like a startled bitch when he pinched an already hardened nipple.
I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. I moaned loud and long from the rough, exciting fucking Mason was giving me.
Why did it have to feel so good when it shouldn't?