Endurance (Heart of Stone) (7 page)

She slid around, her face grimacing with the pain to her
body and I reached out to hold her steady when her knees trembled. She looked
at me for an age and I had the overwhelming sensation she was trying to bury
into my head and plant the evidence of her case. “Listen to me. All he managed
was a quick grope of my chest and the removal of my knickers; he didn’t even
get a hand near my bush.” She narrowed her eyes on me and tilted her chin in
defiance, “My bush has a preference to which type of dick grooms it.”

“Baby,” I whispered as I leaned forward and brushed my lips
over hers. “You’re doing nothing for my hard on here. Call it a pussy, a cunt,
fuck you can even call it a flue but for fuck’s sake, a bush it isn’t, you wax
regularly.”

She shrugged and smirked, “But I think bush is a rather
nice term for my lady garden.”

“Jesus woman, STOP!”

She giggled, the delicious sound curling through my body
and soothing my frazzled emotions. Her face lit with her amusement but suddenly
it dropped and she gulped as a muffled sob clawed itself from her. “I thought I
was gonna die.”

A single tear tracked her face as we gazed at each other.
“I’d never allow that, Ava. I need you too much; I’d never survive without
you.”

She nodded frantically and leaned into me, resting her
forehead against mine. “I was angry at you. That’s what got me through, your
refusal to help me.”

I reared back and gawked at her, “What? I would never
refuse to help you.”

She shook her head slightly, waving off my declaration.
“No, I don’t mean your actual refusal.” She sighed and ran the tip of her nose
along the length of mine, “I was slightly delirious as Shithouse was trying to
climb inside me and I asked you for help but you stood there and said no.” She
smiled softly as her eyes finally glimmered brightly, “I was so angry at you,
leaving me there with the fat fucker on top of me, but the anger you caused
brought me round and I broke his neck with your face bobbing about at the front
of my mind.”

I stared at her mutely as my vocal chords refused to work
yet managed to kick out a tight wheeze. She smiled, and then grinned, then her
head tipped back and she laughed loudly. Tears streamed down her face as she
cackled and guffawed. Her exhilaration was contagious and I was soon laughing
with her, both of us struggling to breathe at the intensity of it, “Fuck baby,
am I gonna be safe sleeping next to you tonight?”

She hiccupped and placed her hand on her ribs as she
groaned with the pain, “I didn’t actually mean it to sound like that. I meant
it was you that got me through again.” She kissed me lightly on the lips, the
softness that once used to drive me wild was now replaced with a dryness that
scraped harshly but it didn’t stop the magnitude of love that surged through
me. There was only my woman that could laugh after such an ordeal. “God I love
you.”

She stilled and swallowed harshly then lifted her hand
and slid her palm over my cheek as her face softened and her heart bumped
against my chest with her closeness. “And me, you.”

The sun streaked through the blinds as I continued to
stare blindly at the window. I was cold and nauseous but the strength of Mason’s
hold on me offered me comfort, his firm strong chest pressing securely against
my back.

I knew today was going to be a hard one; the first obstacle
would be facing George. Mason had told me about Etta’s involvement and I
couldn’t love him any harder for how he had abstained from telling her the
awful things her parents were involved in. I would rather have died than broken
a child that way.

“Hey,” Mason whispered in my ear as he stroked his thumb
sightlessly across my jaw. “How you feeling?”

Tilting my head I kissed his thumb and dragged it into my
mouth, flicking my tongue over the tip as I wrapped my lips around the knuckle
and sucked it gently, “Horny.”

He had refused me any loving last night; his concerns
over my injuries were far more substantial than his hard on apparently.

“Mmmm” he moaned as his lips enveloped the lobe of my
ear, “me too.”

“Good, I thought you’d gone soft on me,” I chuckled as I
shuffled round and faced him, sliding my arms around his neck and pulling him
close so I could press my lips against his. He moaned again when I slid my
tongue across his lower lip then tugged gently on it with my teeth. “Let me in”
I demanded when he clamped his lips together teasingly.

His hands followed the path of my spine until he reached
my bum and cupped it firmly, “Err, who’s in charge here?”

“You are, baby.” I breathed as I nudged him again with my
tongue, “Most of the time anyway.”

His eyes twinkled with amusement as he gave me a
contradictory firm nod of his head, “Damn right, my little warrior. I’m in
command.”

I brought two fingers to my temple and saluted him, “Sir,
yes Sir!”

He shifted suddenly and jumped from the bed, standing
rigidly with his shoulders straight and his eyes narrow, “Attention!” he barked
with authority, dragging the word out with long syllables.

I tried to stop the giggle from escaping as I climbed
painfully off the bed and stood to attention before him. His eyes narrowed on
me as he inspected my pj’s, the deep hazel turning grey as he detected my
peaked and rigid nipples straining against the thin cotton of my vest. “Are you
horny, soldier?”

I nodded firmly, “Sir, yes Sir!”

He circled around me, the very tip of his finger dancing
along the length of my bare arm, generating a passage of raised goose bumps.
“You’re a slight little thing for one of my soldiers; you need some meat on
your bones.”

“I need some meat in my pussy,” I mumbled under my
breath.

“What was that, private?”

“Nothing, Sir.”

“Are you mocking me?”

“No Sir, never Sir.”

He stood before me now, his gaze intense and slightly
furious, “I don’t think you’re in a position to mock, soldier. Strip and drop
to your knees.”

My heart galloped with excitement as I eagerly pulled off
my nightclothes, slinging them across the room with a carefree attitude. This
was what drove me, what forced the liquid in my veins to heat and surge, what
moistened my pussy and swelled my sex to the point of throbbing and what sent
me crazy with desire; my glorious bastard in his element, the alpha dominance
of him causing a buzz through my depleted body.

He rapidly fired the keys on his phone as I fell awkwardly
to my knees before him and awaited further instructions. It beeped in reply
then he smiled with mischievousness, more to himself than me as he yet again
typed in some secret message.

“I need to test your loyalty to your commanding officers,
private. Are you loyal?”

“Of course, Sir.” I frowned at him, wondering where this
was going but he remained firm faced and tight lipped yet gave me a simple nod
in acknowledgment to my answer.

He stood as I knelt in front of him for what seemed an
age, his silence both exciting me further but elevating my apprehension.

I blinked as the bedroom door opened and Greg entered,
closely followed by Courtney. The thud in my chest and throb in my belly was
now quite overwhelming as I shivered with excitement.

Mason turned to both of them as they stood in front of
the closed door, “Our cadet here is questioning my authority, Lieutenants. I
think she needs a lesson in obedience.”

Both Greg and Courtney smirked at me but then slammed
their feet together and saluted Mason, obviously already alert to our game,
“Affirmative, Major Fox.”

I gasped as Mason approached me and slid his hand over my
hair, stroking me gently as my friends took stance at the edge of the room,
their legs apart and their hands behind their backs.

He stepped back and wrapped his fingers around his solid
erection, the wide girth promising that when eventually inside me, it would
touch every single piece of me and drive me wild with pleasure and give me the
slight pain I hungered for.

He ran the tip of his cock over my lips and I
automatically opened to him. He tutted and shook his head, “I didn’t hear an
order, private. Did you?”

“No, Sir” I hissed with a pout before I quickly clamped
my mouth shut.

He came at me again, tormenting my senses with his unique
scent and torturing my control with the moisture he placed across my lips. I
remained still and composed, even though every single hair on my body rose with
the inner battle, “Better, private. You show promise.”

I beamed up at him like a good little soldier, proud of
myself and basking in his praise. “I think you deserve a reward.”

I nodded eagerly, prompting a small twitch of his lips.
“My, you’re very eager to learn, aren’t you?” I nodded again then shuddered as
he once more rested the head of his cock against my impatient mouth. “Give me
fifteen sucks, soldier.”

Courtney snorted then straightened as Mason turned to scowl
playfully at her, “Sorry, Sir.”

He nodded and proceeded to nudge his cock very slowly
into my mouth, my hands instinctively reaching for him but he pulled back yet
again, urging my anger into a dangerous zone. “Hands behind your back and show
me some skill, private.”

I immediately yielded and clamped hold of my wrists
behind my back then opened my mouth like an eager little bird, starving for
nutrients. My submission was rewarded and he slid back between my lips, the
width of him pressing against the corners of my mouth and the tip of him hitting
my tonsils. I fought my gag reflex and loosened my throat, urging him to go
deeper and deeper.
“Shit!”
he hissed and my knees trembled with the
sound of his pleasure. His fingers curled in my hair and he tugged gently, “No
games, soldier. Just the twenty sucks as ordered.”

“Yes, Sir,” I mumbled around the fullness in my mouth.

I lingered around him, trailing the tip of my tongue
along the pulsing vein on the underside of him as I drew back. His eyes
narrowed but his smile widened before he shook his head slightly at my marginal
disobedience.

He gave out a deep moan as I plunged slowly back down on
him, once again bringing him fully into my mouth and filling my throat with him
as my lips clamped firmly down around his thickness. My body shivered in delight
at the familiarity as my sex hummed with excitement. I caught Courtney
squirming near the wall, her small bed shorts giving away her arousal as she
slid her thighs together. My eyes locked with hers, the lust in her gaze
contributing to my own ache as she watched me blow my man.

“I think that’s enough!” Mason croaked after just seven
draws.

I tried to hide my amusement but he caught it and snarled
at me. “You find something funny?”

“No Sir, nothing at all.”

His eyes narrowed as his face darkened, the dominant
expression doing nothing to dampen my arousal. He tipped his head and regarded
me, “Stand up.”

I did as ordered, palming the floor to help push my
ailing body upright. Mason frowned as concern covered his face, “You okay?”

“I’m fine.” His expression was troubled for a while but I
nodded in encouragement, “I promise.” He nodded back but still bore slight
apprehension as his eyes roamed the multitude of bruises over my body, “Mason,
I promise, I’m dying more of horniness than pain.”

Greg scoffed then stiffened quickly as Mason turned to
him and glared.

“Okay, private.” He growled as he turned back to me, “On
your back on the bed. I want to see your arse hanging over the edge.”

My lips twisted in amusement to the peculiar command but
I did as asked, sliding my body down the bed until my bottom was precariously
hanging over the edge. Mason was instantly straddling my body, his knees either
side of my hips on the verge of the duvet and I tried to hold back the giggle
as I pictured the duvet sliding off the bed and taking him with it.

His knees gently tightened against the side of me as he
leant over me, his face inches from mine. “Let’s see how you handle torture,
soldier.”

I gulped as he straightened over me and took each of my
nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He pinched and rolled them, striking
a shot of ecstasy to my clit and I squirmed underneath him. “Control it!”

I closed my eyes and narrowed my thoughts onto anything I
could find in my mind but Mason’s relentless diversion refused me to concentrate
on anything but my clit; it throbbed and pulsed, demanding attention that had
so far been refused.

“Please.”

“Please, what?” he goaded as he flicked very lightly over
my swollen nipples and fired another volley of vibrations between my thighs.

“Please, Sir.” I was panting, struggling to form words as
my body ached with need.

He slid down my body until he was positioned between my
legs, then took each of my ankles in hand and draped them over his shoulders.

“Lieutenants!” he snapped as his gaze fixed between my
legs. “Stand behind me and watch this.”

“Sir, yes, Sir” they both exclaimed as they moved in
behind Mason and peered over his shoulder.

I had to close my eyes, the vision of the three pairs of
eyes between my legs was torturous and I squirmed miserably. “Mason!” I hissed
as I lifted my hips and summoned enough courage to provoke him.

A shudder ripped through me as he slowly dragged his
finger up my groove; smearing my juices up to my clit before her circled it so
very slowly. “Major to you, soldier and I don’t succumb to begging.”

My body was on fire, I could literally feel the scorch
searing the inside of my veins as my need pulsed with an almost painful
intensity. “Open your eyes.”

I opened them to be met with hungry stares and Mason’s
deep brown hues, the glint in them driving me even higher. He dipped forward
and I squealed as he ran his tongue across my over-sensitive clit, “This
belongs to me, private.”