He kept up his deluge, fucking me within an inch of my life. “You’re mine, Claire. Don’t you get that?!” I whimpered wordlessly. “Do you really think this is casual?” His hand went to my throat, holding me tightly like he was a collar around my neck. “Feel me inside of you. There isnothingcasual about this.” His other hand lifted off my hip and landed hard, slapping my thigh. “If you’re ever nervous, if you think for half a second you’re in danger, you come to me.”
His hand came down on me again, and I cried into the gag. “If you ever keep me from protecting what’s mine, I will beat this ass until you can’t sit for a week.” His cock throbbed, nearing his orgasm. “Do you understand me?” I nodded frantically, moaning as he pinched my clit harder this time. He pulled my underwear out of my mouth. “Do you fucking understand me, Claire?”
“Yes, Mason, God, yes, please let me come.”
“Who do you belong to?” he grunted.
“Mason!” I whined, so desperate for release I would say anything, but this was the truth.
“Mason, who?”
“Mason Sharp!” I shouted so loudly, someone was certain to come looking.
His lips tenderly kissed the hollow beneath my ear. “You’re goddamn right you do.”
His hand went back to my clit, pinching and teasing as he relentlessly thrust into me. My pussy spasmed around him, coating him in my juices as I screamed through my orgasm. “That’s. My. Good. Girl.” he praised me as he fucked me through my release, a thrust punctuating each word, and with a grunt, he spilled inside of me.
He leaned his head against my back as he drew in ragged breaths. His cock slid out of me, dragging our mixed release down my thighs. I listened, stunned, as he lifted his pants, pulled up his zipper, and did his button. I stayed holding on to the pole, not sure why, but I wouldn’t move an inch until he permitted me. Our release continued dripping down my thighs. Perhaps the compromising position should have left me feeling exposed or dirty, but all I felt was safe and sated.
He took a roll of paper towels off the shelf and started cleaning the cum off my thighs. His touch was so gentle, it brought tears to my eyes. He kept my panties, but lifted my dress off the floor, helped me step back into it, and zipped it up. He softly rubbed the spots he struck. “Let go, baby,” he told me in a controlled voice.
I did as he asked, and he gently turned me around. He undid my bindings and massaged the red marks on my wrists. They weren’t deep or painful and would fade soon, but that didn’t keep him from making sure I was fine. He looked up, realizing tears streamed down my face, “Claire, are you okay? Did I hurt you?” His full lips thinned, and his eyebrows pushed together in concern. He wiped his hands across my cheeks, but more tears spilled to replace the ones he dried.
“No, I loved everything.” I shook my head back and forth to quell any thoughts he might form about how insulting it was to him for me to cry after sex.
“What’s wrong?” his tone lacked all judgment, and I cried harder.
“I don’t know. You were so mad at me, and I’m scared. So much has happened recently, and so many things have changed. Sometimes, I get like this after sex.”
He rubbed an aggressive hand over his brow, “I was mad at you but even more so with myself. I know you think this is about that stupid ad you placed, but Claire, I have a lot of enemies. There are many people who want me to suffer, and hurting you is a damn good way to ensure that.”
“Why?” I whispered.
“Because you’re mine, and I would never forgive myself if I let something happen to you.” He wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled into my hair, “I couldn’t live with myself if someone hurt you.”
“I still think this is about the ad.” I insisted.
“I understand that, but baby, you can’t imagine the type of people I’m used to dealing with. They’d torture a child for revenge without batting an eye. A beautiful woman would be a pleasure.” Chills raced up and down my spine, but his comforting arms kept me whole.
“How would they know things about the ad, then?”
“There are a lot of ways. A hacker could find every single thing you did online in minutes. You don’t have any security measures in place on your computer, do you?”
“No, I don’t, but...”
“But nothing, Claire. You need to stop being naïve about this. It doesn’t matter where he came from. What matters is someone is trying to hurt you, and I can’t let that happen.” I pressed my head into his chest, sobbing quietly. “Is this all about me being mad, and the stalker, or is the sex part of it too? I hate to think I did something you didn’t want.”
“I loved the sex, and I swear this just happens sometimes,” I was glad to be tucked away into the comfort of his fine suit and not looking him in the eye.
“This didn’t happen last time we had sex,” his voice was inquisitive, but not accusatory.
“No, it doesn’t happen every time, just once in a while. I guess usually when I’m overwhelmed, and right now I’m terrified by whoever this is. I think all the feel-good chemicals are too much and then after it goes back to normal levels, there’s nothing left...” my voice broke on the last word.
His arms tightened around me, “Claire, I see you think I’m going to be mad or disappointed or something, but I’m not. As long as I didn’t go too far.”
“Definitely not.” I’d actually like a lot more of that, but it didn’t feel like this was the time to tell him.
He pressed his lips into my hair. “I can’t stand the idea of you being in danger, especially not if I’m the one who put you there.”