Page 56 of Beautiful Disaster

When flashes of Tito handcuffing me to his bed and seeing that gleaming knife in his hand as he sweats and sways from being drunk, more doubts start to set in. I squirm on the pillow, trying to force his vile image out of my head, but he’s branded on my brain forever. At least I don’t feel a panic coming on this time. Still, my memory is crushing. Heavy.

“Please don’t, Tito. I swear… I swear I’ll keep my mouth shut. I won’t ever—”

“You never fucking listen.”

He backhands me, and I fall on my hands and knees, gasping and spitting out blood. Before I can fight, he has one wrist cuffed…

I swallow, blink, and force myself back into the present. I don’t want a rehash of what happened last weekend. My racing heart and clammy palms need to get with the fucking program.

Yeah, I don’t like this punishment at all. I’m too much in my head. It allows me too much time to think about shit. But it’s hard not to be a snarky ass. It’s such a big part of my personality now. It’s freeing. I can talk any way I want without being punished.

Or can I? Gwen left because of it. They all left me because of it.

I sigh, my neck starting to hurt from keeping my head down.

“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson, pet?” Mason asks behind me, making me jump and gasp.

“Yessir.” I don’t even have to fake contriteness.

“What have you learned?”

“Not to be a brat, sir. To do everything you tell me because you want the best from me. Because you wanted to please me and I didn’t let you.”

“Excellent.”

My heart skips a beat at his praise. Is this what it feels like to make others happy? It’s starting to dawn on me that I barely gave any of myself to my past girlfriends.

“You’ve been very good, sitting here quietly and taking your punishment.”

I haven’t turned around to face him yet because he hasn’t given me permission. He kneels behind me, and I’m not sure what he has planned, so I stiffen. My body soon relaxes as his fingers trail along my back, over my shoulders, and down my arms. They land in my hair, combing my bangs away from my face. He presses his nose into my hair and kisses my temple. I’m enveloped in his unique spicy scent that will always remind me of him.

Mason reaches around me and slides his hand underneath my cock without holding it or squeezing it. It just sits there, slowly swelling on his palm.

“Would you like to come, Precious?”

I simply nod.

Instead of stroking me off, he pulls away, leaving me cold. I stay still. Quiet. The sound of a lube cap opening is close to my ear. Mason presses against me, sitting behind, and resting his chin on my shoulder. He cradles my cock again like it’s something precious to hold.

I wish he were naked, too, but it’s also kind of hot. You definitely know your place in a relationship like this.

I lean my head back as he starts to stroke and squeeze. “Just a small reward,” he whispers in my ear. “If you’re especially good tonight and tomorrow, I want to worship your body with my mouth. Would you like that?”

“Please, Daddy.”

My eyes are closed as I nod and breathe through the growing warmth and pressure.

“Can I touch you?” I ask.

“You may.”

I reach back to hold on to his neck. My other hand clings to his thigh. I open my eyes to watch him get me off. His hands are strong, with dark hair and thick veins. They gleam in the light from the lube as he expertly works me to completion.

My hips roll with his movements. He tightens his hold, brushing his thumb across my cockhead on the upstroke. I groan as my skin feels flushed.

“Pretty cock,” he rasps. “Look at you, so good, melting against me. So beautiful as I shape and mold you. Even more beautiful is that you let me.”

No thoughts.