Atonement (Heart of Stone) (19 page)

I cringed and shivered inside as the crack of the whip
slashed against Madam Raquel’s toy for the night, her own face contorting in
pleasure as openly as the man’s currently bent over the large tacky bed.

Jesus Christ, this place needed a complete overhaul, from
security all the way through to new décor and furnishings. The corridors and
reception rooms were freshly painted and decorated, all the greeting rooms
decked to appeal but the private rooms were awful. It was a dive, plain and
simple.

I scanned the room, strategically placing imaginary micro
cameras in different parts of the room to obtain the best overall view of the
room.

I had been surprised that none of the clients had regular
criminal checks. They underwent one when they joined, along with health tests
but then that was it, no more were done. Any of these men, or even women, could
suddenly develop a fetish for rough and fatal sex and that was a hazard Mason
couldn’t afford right now.

I heard the door behind me open and close and I turned to
find Mason watching me. His eyes flicked to the scene in the room before his
brow puckered and he rested his dark eyes on me.

My breath caught in my throat and my pussy walls clenched
almost painfully when I caught the look of pure animistic need in both his body
language and his expression.

“I need you” he whispered when he approached. His voice was
low and raspy as his fingers curled around both of my hips tightly and
painfully. His chest heaved with his heavy inhalations and the hunger rolled
off him in thick tangible waves of lust.

“I need to fuck you right now, Ava, right now.”

I nodded as every inch of my skin pinched tightly with
sensitivity, “Not here. My office.”

“No, here” He added as his gaze landed back on the couple
now fucking hard and fast on the bed, their loud grunts filling the air with
sex as Mason’s aura filled it with raw, primal lust.

I shook my head again, “I can’t Mason, the… the whip, I
can’t.”

His expression softened as he nodded in agreement and
grabbed my hand, pulling me swiftly from the room with an urgency I had never
seen in him before.

“Are you okay?” I choked out as he hauled me through the
office door and slammed me up against the wall, instantly burying his mouth on
my neck, the hot muscle of his tongue sliding along my scorching skin as his
teeth caught my flesh and bit it harshly.

“Oh…” I swallowed heavily as arousal loomed low in my
belly and lust stimulated my blood, stirring a thrill so carnal and demanding
that if I didn’t take my man soon I thought I might die. “Mason…” I begged,
unsure of what I was pleading for but needing something, anything.

His fingers fumbled with the belt on my jeans, his
eagerness causing his failure to unhook the pin and I chuckled when his temper
got the better of him and he swore. “Need help, baby?”

His eyes lifted to mine and his dominance blazed
brightly, his annoyance with my humour killed my wit as he stared me down.

“You find it funny, baby?”

I shook my head as a whimper rumbled through me, “No,
sorry.”

He now yanked my belt, snapping the buckle and leather in
one angry move, and hell if it didn’t heat my core more. His aggression and
sheer need for me filled me with both awe and satisfaction. My sex moistened immensely,
the pulsing ache inside it now a throbbing crave, a yearning for a good hard
fuck rousing my body and I pulled at Mason’s hair and brought him up to my
mouth.

He growled and slid his tongue inside my mouth, wrapping
it around my own so tight I thought he wanted to strangle the thick muscle.

“Ava…” he whispered against my lips as he dragged my
jeans and knickers down my legs.

“Up” he commanded as he palmed my butt cheeks and lifted
me so I could wrap myself around him; shroud his frame with my own body as I
draped my arms around his neck.

He held me tight as he carried me to the desk and settled
me on the edge, my bottom sinking into the sharp edge as I shuffled back a
little to ease the dig.

“Ava…” he breathed again as he thrust into me hard and
deep, his cock was so wide I wondered if he’d had an enlargement. The initial
stretch burned my pussy making me cry out with both the pleasure and the pain
as he groaned loudly at our joining.

“I need to take you hard, Ava.”

I nodded, unable to form words before he pulled right out
and plunged back in forcefully, his strength pushing me back on the desk and seeing
the entire pile of paperwork scatter across the floor.

His large hands gripped my thighs as he slid me back
towards him and deeper onto his solid cock.

His pounds became harder and firmer, his eyes squeezed
closed tightly as his mouth twisted with his pleasure and a hand curled into my
hair as the other enclosed the front of my neck. His loud grunts were nothing
but primal and raw, his hedonism forefront and leading him as his whole body
hummed with anger and fury, his hips driving fiercely as his whole face
tightened with explicit tension.

“Mason…” I whispered as I palmed his cheek tenderly.
Something had obviously happened to get him into a state like this, got him so
wound up that he could be fucking any random and he wouldn’t care, so long as
he was fucking.

“Mason, look at me.”

He gasped and opened his eyes as he stilled his thrusts,
his eyes finally focussing on me as guilt surged through his irises.

“Tell me what’s wrong, Mason, tell me baby.” I urged as
he remained deep-seated inside me, his cock now throbbing against my internal
walls, making my pussy twitch in demand and delight.

He exhaled slowly; his forehead came to rest against mine
as I followed the drip, drip of sweat trickling between his eyes and down the
bridge of his nose.

“Ava.” He sounded almost in pain, almost tortured and sad
and I swathed him with as much love as I could muster physically, his need and
potent ache absorbing it as quick as I gave it him. “Ava, I…”

“What? Tell me, please.”

He shook his head, his forehead sliding against mine as
his throat bobbed in his effort to calm himself. I could feel his body tremble
with wrath and something else I couldn’t put my finger on, “Mason, just tell
me, I’ll help you deal with it, baby.”

His eyes widened then closed tightly as his mouth opened
then snapped closed simultaneously. His struggle to voice his pain made my
heart hurt; his intense hatred and disgust for himself displayed openly on his
face as a strangled moan simmered in his throat.

“Please.” I begged once more.

He rolled his lips but moved his head back slightly, “I…
I wanted to…”

I nodded with encouragement, urging him to open up so I
could ease his pain and remove the haunted look that tarnished his beautiful
eyes, “What? You wanted to what?”

“I… I wanted to… I nearly… fucked… Kade.”

His eyes were cautious but honest as I stared at him,
“What?”

He pulled out of me, my body wincing at the loss as he
tucked his rigid length back in his trousers and zipped himself up. I almost
whimpered as my pussy screamed its disapproval but Mason’s words soon had my
arousal ditching rapidly.

“You… wanted to fuck Kade?” I asked slowly, struggling
with the knowledge of Mason’s revelation as my jaw hung open in shock and my
throat twitched in warning of its forthcoming closure.

I grabbed the edge of the desk to support my quivering legs
as I blew out the deep breath I had been holding. “Okay… I, uhh… I… don’t
quite….”

His face scrunched up, mirroring the movement in his
hands, his fists balled tightly as his guilt ate at him.

“Hey, listen to me.”

He turned slightly, his eyes solemn and full of
self-disgust as he regarded me intently. “Did… did Kade feel the same?”

He paused for a moment, a deep sigh filtering from his lungs
softly before he nodded. “I don’t want to lie to you, Ava. There was… there
is
something between us and damn, it was so hard to back down from, pull myself
back from but I don’t… no, I
won’t
hurt you Ava. I won’t go behind your
back but…” he hesitated as his eyes fired with a deep lust, “…but I want him,
badly.”

I dropped my gaze to the floor, tracing the pattern of
the carpet with my eyes as his admission bounced around my brain. I frowned and
looked at him, “Am I… Do I – do this?”

He frowned as he cocked his head in confusion, “Do you do
what?”

“Do I make… men like this, is it me?”

He was upon me instantly, his anger evident in the way he
held my upper arms and glared straight into me, “No, Ava, no. You are the most
sexual woman there is; your body, your mind, they are full of so much
sensuality Ava, don’t ever think that. You make me harder and needier than
anything I have ever felt before. I can’t get enough of you. My cock is
constantly yearning for you; for your delicious pussy, for your amazing tits,
for your hot little mouth. The way you look at me when I take you, there is
nothing on this earth that can compete against that. The little sounds you make
drive me wild and the way your body responds to my touch is mesmerising, baby.
You –
you
make me crazy with lust and need.”

I nodded and gave him a slight smile, “Did you… do you
want us both together or are you asking my permission to fuck him?”

I needed to know as much as it might hurt me, I needed to
be aware of what his fantasies included, what made him tick now that he had
opened up to his desires and wants. Now I had opened the can of worms when I
had invited Connor into our bed.

His hands dropped to mine before he threaded his long
fingers through my small ones, “Only ever with you, Ava. I need you with me, I
need your touch first and foremost but I can’t allow this. He still loves you
Ava and I know how you feel about him…”

I opened my mouth to protest but he clamped our joined
hands over my lips and shook his head, “Don’t be afraid, baby. I’ve known for a
while, since this whole thing kicked off how you felt about him. I’m not angry
with you, Ava. I’m not hurt; you chose me and stuck by that decision and never
wavered,
ever,
in the last six years, and you will never know how much
joy that fills me with.”

We were silent as we read each other, delved deep into
each other to get a handle on this, to assess our own wants and needs. “What is
it you want, Mason? Are you asking for my permission to fuck Kade? Is that it?”

He shook his head; his palm cupped my cheek so tenderly
it forced a strangled whimper from me, his love for me so openly displayed in
his eyes and across the entirety of his handsome face. I knew he loved me, I
knew he loved me with his very soul and his entire essence. I knew it was me
that made him inhale his first breath every morning, me that made his heart thud
its first beat of the day and me that made the blood in his veins flow with
warmth but what I didn’t know was where we went from here; now Mason had opened
up to his sexual needs, could we survive them together?

“No, Ava, no. I don’t know what I’m saying, I just know
that I wanted to tell you how I felt today… with him, with Kade.”

I could see his eyes darken again as he relived whatever
had happened between them. “What did you feel, Mason? Tell me.” His throat
dipped as his brow puckered in a slight frown but I could sense the tension in
him with my question.

He shook his head as he tried to pull away but I grabbed
his wrists firmly, my eyes narrow on him in command as I pursed my lips at him.
“You wanted honesty Mason, so give it me. I want to know how he made you feel.
Did he make your breath stunt? Did he make your belly hum? Did he make your
blood heat with desire, Mason?”

His chest heaved as he narrowed his eyes on me; his jaw
tightened with rage as his fingers slid into my hair and grasped a handful, his
distinctive dominant hold made my sex jerk. My pussy flooded with my juices and
my nipples hardened to rigid peaks as I watched the lust on his face deepen and
become something more licentious and feral.

My own arousal and need spurred me on, knowing where my
questions would take us, and damn if I didn’t need it.

“Did you want to bury your tongue in his mouth and play
with his, Mason? Did you want to wrap your lips around his thick hard cock and
torture him until he exploded his cum into your mouth?”

His chest rumbled as his hand reached to the zip on his
trousers and within seconds his solid cock was free and in his fist, his hand
sliding tightly up and down his length as his breathing became ragged and laboured.

“Ava…” he warned, his voice no more than tight rasp as
his eyes pierced me with a burn that struck my clit head on and damn near
brought my orgasm.

My own breathing was becoming forced and agonized as I
watched my glorious bastard pleasure himself so fiercely, his hand sliding
swiftly but furiously on his shaft, pumping himself to an even greater width
and length.

“Did you want to grip arse cheeks and slide into him,
pound his tight backside and feel him push back against you, taking all of you
inside him?”

He yanked me off the desk with one hand as he pushed me
to my knees in front of him. Both of his hands seized my hair as he held my
head still before he thrust his heavy cock straight into my mouth and down my
throat. I opened for him, my own gasp allowing him entry past my burning tonsils;
my eagerness and want taking everything he gave me, permitting anything he
wanted and giving everything he wanted.

He thrust twice before his ejaculation released a torrent
of his hot cum straight into my throat and down into my belly. His loud shouts of
ecstasy echoed around the room as his fingers tightened in my hair and kept me
rooted to him as he continued to pump furiously into my mouth.