Breaking Perfect (14 page)

“I trust you, Mason.”

“Good. I may add some additional expectations as we proceed,
but for right now, that’s about it. There is one more thing, though. The third
floor is yours. That guestroom will be the one place in the house you can go
that stops everything until you’re ready to continue. If you feel overwhelmed
and need to put on the brakes, you go there. I won’t cross that threshold
unless you ask me to. No matter what. I’m giving you that space so that you
always know that, in the end, you’re the one with all the power. You’re the one
with the final say.”

He waited. He appeared to have said everything he intended on
saying at that point and now he waited for her to accept his request. He was
basically asking if she would agree to try this sort of relationship dynamic
and once she agreed he would cease to ask again. At that point she would have
already signed her X on the dotted line and handed him her complete
acquiescence.

It was a big choice to make, a choice she probably should
have thought a little longer about. She imagined any normal woman would have,
but Liberty had never really been normal by society’s measuring stick. She had
needs other women did not. Mason provided her with a life where she didn’t need
to make excuses or explain herself. He accepted her. He wanted this as much as
she did, so there should be no shame in her acceptance. His domination would be
a gift, a relief, and she was eager to receive it.

“I agree.”

Chapter Six

The change in the atmosphere was obvious the moment she
accepted his edict. Something animalistic glimmered in the deep set pupils of
his eyes and she tried not to tremble as his smile grew into something somewhat
devious. She wondered if that was the look the devil gave those after the
selling of a soul. That’s what she’d basically promised her husband, her soul.

“Stand up.”

His tone was soft, but there was a definite command in his
voice she wasn’t going to question. Her fingers slowly pushed the covers aside
and climbed out of bed. She knew she was safe and had nothing to fear, but she
couldn’t help the way her body trembled in response.

“For now on I want you coming to bed in nothing but your
wedding rings unless instructed otherwise. Why don’t you take off that gown and
put it away?”

He worded it as a suggestion, but Liberty heard it for the
command it was. She silently slid the silk gown off of her shoulders and
stepped out of it. Her nipples pulled tight when the cool air hit her flesh. Slowly
walking it over to her dresser, her hands neatly folded it, and tucked it into
a drawer. She returned to stand at the side of the bed to wait for his next
instruction. Her thighs pressed together to keep her moisture from running down
her legs.

“Good girl.” He sat up and pulled the duvet and sheet down to
the foot of the bed. “Now I want you to lie down on your back.”

She did as he asked and waited, the cool central air a
weightless blanket upon her naked skin. He climbed on top of her and straddled
her hips. The fully erect weight of his cock tapped on her belly, doubling her
arousal. Her body was pinned beneath him and that excited her more, for reasons
she wasn’t yet prepared to evaluate.

“Arms above your head.”

She complied. The motion caused her spine to extend and her
ribs to slightly protrude. Her slight breasts fell flat and heat rushed up her
neck to the sensitive points of her ears. When she laid like this she
self-consciously felt like a boy, flat chested and small.

Mason’s large hands reached for her diminutive breasts. His
fingers found her little nipples and he proceeded to roll them between his
thumb and index finger. She moaned when he applied a bit more pressure than she
was accustomed to.

“You like when I pinch them,” he told her and he was right.
“You have beautiful breasts, Liberty. I know you think they’re small, but I
think they’re perfect. Sweet and tender. I love sucking on your tight little
nipples. You’re so sensitive here. Perfect.”

Liberty arched beneath him as he played with her breasts a
while longer, tugging and tweaking the delicate tips, and she began to fidget
and squirm beneath him, but she didn’t move her arms. Her hips were still
pinned between his muscular thighs. When he sat back on his heels he took his
cock into his fist and began to pump his hand up and down over the smooth
flesh.

She’d never seen him touch himself before and found it
mesmerizing. Her eyes focused on the firm way he gripped his flesh. His touch
was much harder than she ever dared to touch him. His fist squeezed and the
plum head of his cock produced a small pearl of moisture. His thumb ran over
the drop as he continued to touch himself even as he watched her.

“Do you ever touch yourself when I’m not around, Liberty?”
She looked at him and felt a fire burning under her cheeks. “Really?” he said,
raising his eyebrows in amusement. Apparently her blush was answer enough. No
wonder she sucked at cards. “How often?” She swallowed. Should she lie? He
would know if she did. “Answer the question, Liberty.”

She glanced down to where he was still fondling himself then
back up at his face. “I never used to, but recently I’ve had this urge. I’ve been
doing it a lot lately.”

“How often?” he repeated. His hand was moving slowly, but
pumping somewhat forcefully.

“Sometimes three times a day.”

He stilled. He obviously hadn’t expected that answer. He
quickly recovered and went back to jerking himself off. “Well, I clearly have
been shirking some of my responsibilities. My apologies. From now on, though,
you won’t touch yourself unless I tell you to. If you have an urge, you’ll tell
me, and I’ll satisfy it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mason.”

“Where do you go to masturbate?”

“I usually come up here. Sometimes I do it in the bathtub and
once I did it on the third floor.”

“When you’re in the tub do you use the shower attachment?”

She stopped breathing for a moment. Why had she never thought
to do that? Now she wanted to, but he just told her she wasn’t allowed to touch
herself anymore without permission. Damn it. “No.”

“Do you come?”

It was titillating to hear him use such crass words. She knew
all those words and used them sometimes herself, but they never really used
them together, during times of intimacy. “Yes.”

“And how do you touch yourself? Do you rub your little pink
clit until you climax or do you stick those pretty pink painted fingers inside
of your pussy?”

Her heart rate began to race. “Usually I just touch…I don’t
usually finger myself.”

“Why not?”

“It’s faster the other way.”

“So you’re doing it solely for the release not the
experience?”

“I guess so,” she admitted.

“Do you fantasize while you’re doing it?”

“Yes.”

He gave her a hard look and waited. “Who do you think about?”

She almost smiled at the hint of jealousy in his voice. He
was very territorial in regards to her and that was something she liked. As
Mason’s wife she would never belong to anyone else but it was nice to have it
affirmed. “You.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. As a matter of fact, last Friday, an hour before you
came home I was masturbating right here and as I came I screamed your name.”

His nostrils flared as he looked at her through darkening
eyes. “Let me explain something to you, Liberty. You are my wife. Your body
belongs to me so long as you’re willing to agree to this.”

He released his cock and leaned forward. He cupped his hands
over her breasts and drew them together, plumping them back into form. “These
are my tits and that’s my pussy. The one thing I can’t demand of you is your
mind, but I won’t tolerate another man filling your fantasies. Do you
understand?”

“Yes, Mason.”

“Good.” He climbed off of her and stood up, taking a pillow
with him. “Come here, please.” He stood in the center of the room where a small
seating area was arranged. His hands dropped the plush ivory pillow onto the
white carpet at his feet. She stood before him and waited.

Without preamble he swooped down and kissed her hard and
passionately. His tongue pressed past her lips and forced its way to the back
of her throat. His palm held the back of her head and his fingers knotted in
her curls. He licked at her mouth and she moaned. When he pulled away she was
dazed and ready to comply with whatever he wanted.

“On your knees,” he suddenly said.

She looked down to the pillow at their feet and then back up
to him. He raised an eyebrow and waited. She dropped down to kneel on the
pillow.

“Eyes up here.”

Liberty gazed up at him. Excitement swirled and danced in her
belly, as if it were a jostled beehive holding a hundred hornets dying to break
free. She was kneeling, but also sitting back on her calves. His erection poked
upward toward his smooth muscled belly.

“We’re going to be doing a lot of new things, Liberty. Things
you may have never tried before. I plan on touching, tasting, fucking, and
marking every part of you. Your body is mine and I won’t have a wife who feels
she needs to sneak off and masturbate in order to feel satisfied. Tonight I
want to show you how to properly satisfy your husband.”

He took himself in hand again. “Up.” She lifted her bottom
off her heels and was suddenly at eye level with his fat cock. She understood
what he wanted and had no problem offering it. She’d wanted to do this to him
many times before, but was always afraid to ask and he never expressed
interest. She raised her bottom off her calves, blood rushed into her lower
legs and she swayed slightly.

His hand gently passed over the top of her head, pressing her
coiled bangs back. Her unruly curls sprang forward as his hand smoothed behind
her hair and came around her neck so he was cupping her jaw. He looked down at
her with such love and admiration. A surge of pride bathed her senses. She sat
a little taller.

“So beautiful. I want you to make me come, Liberty. Will you
do that?”

She swallowed and nodded, hoping she could do this for him.
Another pearl of precum gathered at the tip of his cock. Holding her jaw still
with one hand and his cock in his other, he leaned forward and traced the
smooth dewy tip across her lips, painting them with iridescent moisture.

“Open for me.”

She opened and he placed the large, weighty head of his cock
on her lower lip. His feet stepped out, widening his stance and he released her
jaw so he could hold his hands behind his back. He was leaving his pleasure
completely up to her and she wanted nothing more in that moment then to make
him come. He gazed down at her and gave one final nod. That was all the
encouragement she needed.

Her mouth closed over him and she swallowed down as much of
his length as she could manage. It wasn’t that Mason was abnormally long. The
issue was that he was very wide. Her lips stretched to accommodate his girth
and her hand came up to help her center her motions. Her fingers wrapped around
the thick root of him, but didn’t touch.

Her head bobbed up and down over him, her hand accommodating
the flesh she couldn’t take. He grunted and began to rock his hips into her
face. Her saliva gathered and she spread it over him with her tongue, making
small twisting pulls at his tip that he seemed to like.

“That’s it, baby girl, suck my cock.”

His encouragement caused a surge of moisture to trickle down
her thighs. She moaned over him and the vibration of her vocalization sent him
up on his toes. “Jesus,” he cried as his hand suddenly came from behind his
back and grabbed onto her hair. “That’s it. Fast like that. Let me feel how
hard you can suck me.”

Her arousal seeped past her lips and onto her hand. She
pumped her fist over him faster and faster. The prickle of his grip in her hair
had her picking up speed. Something about him guiding her motions caused her to
grow more enthusiastic with each motion. She slurped back her saliva and the
back of her throat convulsively swallowed, which caused her soft palate to
press down on his engorged head. He seemed to really enjoy that. When he poked
the back of her throat again his grip tightened and he held her there for a
moment as he groaned, long and loud.

His grip relaxed and she continued to move her wet mouth over
him. Her palm gripped his thickly muscled thighs and as she became more
comfortable with the position and allowed him to take over. Mason fucked her
mouth hard. Never going too deep or holding himself at the back of her throat
too long, but controlling her movements all the same.

An inspired thought struck her as he quickly pumped his hips
and thrust her head up and down on his cock. Her left hand reached up and found
his sac. She lifted the weight into her palm and began to fondle him there. His
knees shook and his cock swelled as it beat over her tongue. They were both
moaning and panting with each thrust. His sac drew up tight and suddenly he
released her hair and ripped his cock from her mouth with a pop. She let go of
his testicles and looked up at him.

“Lean back on your palms,” he instructed quickly as he began
to jerk himself off with quick, hard yanks of his fist.

Her bottom lowered to her heels and she arched backwards,
placing her palms behind her on the soft carpet. He pointed his cock at her
tits just as the first warm ribbon of semen shot across her breasts. The act
was both jarring and incredibly erotic. She felt claimed in a way she would
never have dreamed of. He grunted as the last bit of warm liquid hit her nipple
and began to trickle down toward her belly. With one final groan of pleasure he
released himself and stretched. When he looked down at her she was suddenly
self-conscious.