Stockholm Syndrome (21 page)

“But I don’t want you out, I want you…” Her voice faded into
a gasping moan and her body shook in a prelude to orgasm.

“I will come in, just trust me one more time.”

She gathered herself for the push, and when it came and he
felt her sphincter muscles open, he was ready. In one slow, smooth stroke, he
sank into her, embedded to the hilt in her impossibly tight, hot passage. She
clenched helplessly around him, crying out, and he let free a choked shout as
her muscles tried to suck him in even deeper, engulfing him in pure pressure
and torrid warmth.

***

He was splitting her in two, thought Evelyn desperately.
Mason was partly lying on her, enough to pin her in place, and his cock was a
fiery brand in her ass. But she’d passed the point of no return with the
vibrator, and despite the pain of his entry, she was definitely going to come.

The closer her orgasm raged, the less hurt she felt. When
Mason started to thrust, slowly pumping her ass with long strokes, she ground
the vibrator against her clit and focused on the building tension in her core.

His movements were stimulating her in ways she’d never
dreamed possible, and the sense of being filled, taken, and possessed was
absolute. It fed a newly realized, primitive need in her. He slid his hand
between the sheet and her body and reclaimed her breast, pinching and rolling
her nipple. At the same time he covered her more fully with his muscular body
and licked the back of her neck before closing his teeth firmly over the sensitive
point where her neck met her shoulder, an act of dominant mastery. It was too
much. She gave herself over to pure sensation and her climax ripped through
her. He joined her with a primal shout and their bodies strained together in
ecstasy.

***

The next morning, Evelyn sat in Mason’s bed speaking on her
mobile phone. Owen had rung to find out if everything was all right after her
emergency call to him the previous day.

She was naked. Mason lay across the bottom of the bed,
leaning on one elbow, playing with her feet. He had jeans on, but no shirt, and
the sight of his broad shoulders and muscular torso was doing strange flippy
things to her stomach. He’d just returned from a foray to the kitchen and a
tray heaped with breakfast food and coffee lay next to her on the mattress. He
hadn’t allowed her to leave the bed except to join him in the shower, and had
already informed her that he planned to spend the day fucking her.

“So what happens next?” asked Owen.

“I’ll be coming back to Brisbane in a few days. I’ll finish
my studies at the university, resign from my jobs, and give notice on my
apartment.”

“I suppose it’s only a couple more months ’til the academic
year ends. Where’re you gonna stay if you stop renting your place?”

“With Mace. He says he’s got a house there.”

There was a long silence.

“Owen? Are you there?”

“Fuck me!” Owen’s tone was awed. “Mace is coming back to
Brisbane?”

“Well, just for a couple of months to let me sort everything
out. We’re gonna live here on the ranch.”

“Fuck. And he’s opening up the house. That’s just…
Fuck
!”

Evelyn laughed. “Is that good fuck or bad fuck?
Ow
!
Damn it, Mason! What did you do that for?”

“Don’t talk about fucking with my brother! Only with me!”

“We’re not talking about fucking! He bit my toe,” she
explained to a chuckling Owen. “It’s not funny! He’s got really big, strong
teeth!”

Mason grabbed her foot and sucked her toe into his mouth,
making her squirm.

“It’s fucking awesome!” Owen was crowing. “I’ll make a few
calls. There are so many people who’ll want to catch up with him. He can have a
party!”

“Don’t you think you should check with him first?” asked
Evelyn, giggling, watching Mason lick and nibble his way up her calf.

“Fuck no! He’s such a wowser, he’ll never agree. I’ll just
set it up. Don’t go telling him now!”

“I will too. We don’t keep secrets from each other.” Her
voice was slightly breathless. Mason was holding up her leg and swirling his
tongue over the sensitive skin behind her knee.

“Oh, really? So he’s told you all about the fun-room at the
Brisbane house then?”

“No, what’s that?”

“Why don’t you ask him?” Owen’s voice was all innocence. “I
gotta go—fucking busy today! See ya, Evvy!”

She laughed. “Bye, Owen!”

She put the phone down on the bedside table. Mason’s stubble
scratched the inside of her thighs as he nudged her legs apart.

“Owen says you’re a wowser.”

“Um-hmm.”

“So you’re all strict and upright, with no sense of fun?”

He lifted his head and looked at her. “Right now I’m
exceedingly upright, and I’m about to be very strict with you.”

A delicious shiver ran through her.

“What’s the fun-room?”

His eyes darkened. “That, little sub, is for me to know, and
for you to find out.”

The End

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