Resolution (Heart of Stone) (21 page)

“I dunno
Ava, it just seems… I dunno dirty and wrong what I want.”

I frowned.
“Why does it? Do you want to have a gay relationship?” I probed gently, aware
that anything I say wrong at this moment could set him off.

“No, it’s
not that” he puffed out.

“Then tell
me because we can’t sort this out until I know exactly what you want” he smiled
wickedly.

“Well… well
what you did just about covers it” he said shyly.

I grinned.
“So you don’t want to sleep with another man?” I asked.

“No, I just…
I just enjoy what you did… do” he shrugged. “It blew my mind but doesn’t it… doesn’t
it, you know repulse you?” he asked as he diverted his eyes to our joined hands
and he swiped his thumb across my knuckles.

“Fuck, no!”
I declared and his eyes shot back to mine. “It was fucking hot to do that to
you, I nearly came on the spot watching you writhe in ecstasy” I confessed.

“Really?” he
asked incredibly.

“Yes Mason,
doing anything that pleasures you, pleasures me.” I leaned into him and planted
a soft kiss on his lips and he opened up to me as I took him dominantly and possessively.

We settled
back into comfortable silence for a while. “Can I see?” he asked slowly and my
eyes shot to his but I nodded. He tentatively peeled the corner of one of my
bandages and worked it off.

 His breath
hitched as he saw the six stitches holding my skin back in place. He gulped and
closed his eyes.

“Baby” he
breathed and I wrapped my fingers in his hair.

“I know” I
whispered.

“I didn’t
know, baby” he declared as his hand gripped the side of my head “I didn’t mean
to… to take you like that.” A tear rolled down his cheek.

“Mason it’s
okay, I understand” I soothed but he shot up.

“No damn it,
Ava! it’s not okay, all your fucking life men have done that to you and now I fucking
hurt you in the worst possible way.”

I kneeled up
on the bed and took his hand in mine. “Mason, listen to me. It wasn’t you, you
were high and out of it. I know…
I know
you would never knowledgably and
intentionally hurt me, baby.”

I rested my
forehead against his. “I want you to go into rehab, Mason” I said softly and he
reared back, staring at me like I’d gone mad.

“No, baby”
he begged as he shook his head, “I can’t go in there, Ava.”

He stood up
and started pacing and I sighed heavily, “But Mason, you can’t do this without
help.”

He climbed
back on the bed and kneeled in front of me while he claimed my hands. “I
can
do this with you Ava, please, just help me through it but don’t make me go
there” he pleaded like a little child and my heart broke for him.

I closed my
eyes in resignation and when I opened them I framed his face. “Okay, we do this
together” I told him and he grinned widely at me. “But… one more relapse and
you go in” I said firmly.

He sighed
and nodded slowly. “You can’t keep doing this to me, Mason. I can’t keep
clawing myself back to life. You’re slowly crushing us both.”

He nodded
again and pulled me into him. “God Ava, I love you more than life itself, I
can’t breathe when you’re not here, I can’t think when you are here and I can’t
fight the damn pain inside when I know I’ve hurt you.”

I kissed him
gently, tenderly, softly and framed his beautiful face. “Why didn’t you tell me
you were struggling?”

He shrugged,
“I don’t know, I’ve been doing small quantities for a few weeks but it seemed
to get worse at the weekend” he admitted and I loved him more for his honesty.
“I’m so sorry about Connor, I was high when I asked him and I just presumed… well
you know” he looked away sheepishly.

I frowned.
“I can’t understand why you thought it would be what I wanted.”

He sighed
and stood up, walking to the window and staring out of his balcony doors. “I
was feeling paranoid and I got it into my head that maybe I wasn’t enough for
you and I just wanted to please you but there was also that little part of me
wondering if I could…”

He ran his
hands through his hair and I walked over to him, circling my arms around his
waist. “You wondered if Connor would fuck you?” I finished for him.

He nodded.
“Mason, we need to be honest with each other if nothing else I need your
honesty.”

He nodded.
“I know you think I want that… you know a man but it’s not that, I just enjoy
the intensity, the feeling it brings me… it just turns me on when you… when you
touch my…”

I sighed and
tightened my grin, “Your arse, Mason.”

He nodded
again and I pulled him round to face me. “Why are you embarrassed? What happens
in the bedroom is between us and I accept that part of you and nobody else has
to know what we do. So what’s the problem?”

He smiled
this time and stroked his thumb across my bottom lip. “I don’t deserve you, you
amaze me, baby.”

 I smiled
and pulled him over to the bed, pushed him so he sat on the edge and straddled
him. “Promise me that when you need to score that you’ll find me, just like we
did before.”

He kissed
across my jaw and then up over my ear and planted a kiss on each eye. “I
promise, if you distract me just the way I like.” He grinned against my
forehead and my breath hitched as each of his hands found a breast and caressed
gently.

“Mmmm” I
whispered as I pushed him back down on the bed. “We need to be quick; I have to
pick George and Katie up in 20 minutes.”

I grinned
when he moaned as I rubbed myself against his erection. “I’m sure we can manage
that” he whispered as he slipped into me.

We were sat
curled into each other on the sofa watching TV and Mason was drawing circles
lazily on my back. George and Katie were sleeping softly and Neo was in the
kitchen tapping away lightly on his laptop when my phone rang on the table.

Mason
reached for it as he was nearer and I saw the frown on his face as he checked
at the display and passed it to me.

“Hi Gary” I
answered and his cheerful tone greeted me.

“Hey Ava. I
was just ringing to see if you were free tomorrow? My mum and Dad want to take
you to lunch” he asked and I swallowed nervously.

“Oh…yeah
that’s fine. Where and when?”

Mason’s eyes
narrowed on me and I frowned back, wondering what he was frowning at “Usual? La
Roche? 12ish?”

“Yes that’s
fine, La Roche at 12.” We said our goodbyes and I leaned over and replaced my
phone on the table and turned my attention back to the TV show.

I was
grinning inwardly at Mason’s expression and posture, he was dying to ask who I
had been speaking to but he wouldn’t want to appear possessive. After about ten
minutes he had shifted a total of six times on the sofa beside me, it was
driving him crazy and I was starting to feel sorry for him.

“You busy
tomorrow lunchtime?” I asked nonchalantly, my gaze still on the TV.

I could feel
his excitement at my question. “What time?” he asked, trying to appear casual,
keeping his eyes on the screen.
What time?
I laughed internally, he knew
damn well what time but I didn’t let him off that easy.

“About 2ish”
I replied and his head shot round and he glared at me.

I grinned up
at him. “You are so easy to wind up” I laughed.

He grinned
back at me as his fingers walked underneath my t-shirt and up my stomach and I
tensed. “Are you trying to bait me, Miss Stone?” he asked with a gleam in his
eye

“Always, Mr
Fox” I fisted his hair and pulled his mouth to mine. “Kiss me like you own me”
I whispered against his lips.

“I do own
you” he groaned and covered my mouth with his, his tongue sweeping in and
demanding attention as it circled my own. “You’re mine, Ava” he breathed and I
moaned against him.

His
dominance and control turned me on hugely and he knew it. “Who are you meeting
Ava?” he asked quietly as he came in for another kiss. I didn’t answer knowing
what would happen if I didn’t. “Tell me” he ordered as he gripped my hair and
pulled my head back so he could look at my face, knowing I loved this part of
him.

 I grinned
mischievously. “Do I need to spank it out of you?” he demanded harshly and my
breath hitched. “You are such a bad girl” he growled as his kiss became urgent
and needy.

“Yes” I
hissed.

He stood up
and pulled me up. “Upstairs” he ordered and I bowed my head to him.

“Yes, Mr
Fox” I breathed and his eyes darkened. He growled and flung me over his
shoulder when I didn’t move quickly enough.

Depositing
me in the middle of the bedroom floor he pulled up the chair and sat in it
“Take your clothes off” he commanded and I smiled lewdly.

Not wanting
to waste time I gripped the hem of my shirt and pulled it slowly over my head
but held it against my chest as I wasn’t wearing a bra.

His eyes
became hooded as his hand settled over the erection in his jeans. My eyes
flicked to watch him. “You like watching me stroke myself don’t you?” he asked.

I swallowed
the breath that had lodged in my throat. “Answer me!”

My arousal
spiked at his tone, “Yes” I replied with a heavy swallow.

He grinned
and slowly slid his zip down and took out his huge stiff cock. “Clothes, Miss
Stone” he reminded me and I gulped as I couldn’t remove my eyes from his
actions.

I dropped my
shirt beside me and his eyes lowered to my heavy breasts. “You have such pretty
tits, Ava” he moaned as he continued to masturbate.

“Trousers”
he told me and I quickly removed them, now just stood in my black lacy thong.
“So fucking beautiful” he whispered, “Come here.” I walked slowly over to him,
my eyes still on what was happening in his lap.

“Take them
off” he said and I slid my fingers into the strings and pulled, snapping them
off. A loud growl left Mason’s throat and my pussy wept at the sound.

“God, what
you do to me” he grated through his tense jaw, “On your knees.”

My breath
hitched and I slid to my knees in front of him. “Good girl” he continued to
stroke himself, his eyes never leaving my face. “Do you want my dick in your
mouth Ava? Do you want me to fuck that dirty mouth of yours?”

I moaned at
his words, “Yeah? You want it, Ava?” he asked huskily and I knew he was
struggling to hold back.

“Yes, I want
you to fuck my dirty mouth” I breathed harshly.

I noticed
his cock twitch at my words and he shuffled forward in the chair. “Open those
lush pink lips, baby” he demanded on another growl.

I did as he
asked and he rested the swollen head on my bottom lip. “Hands behind your back”
he demanded and I looked up at him through my eyelashes, “Now!”

I was
practically coming apart; my need for his cock to slip between my lips was now
an urgent need so I clasped my fingers behind my back and my reward was instant
as he slid himself between my lips.

“Mmmm” I murmured
around him and he jerked at the vibration. His hands gripped my hair to hold my
head still as he slid in and out of my mouth.

“Take it all,
baby” he snarled as his thrusts became more frantic and urgent.

He was
increasing his plunges and speed but still held back enough not to make me gag.
“More” I demanded as I loosened my throat.

“Fuck yeah”
he hissed as he drove to the back of my throat. “Fucking suck me harder.” I did
as instructed, sucking and slurping him deeply.

“Shit baby,
I’m gonna come in your fucking throat” he roared as he shot his load, filling
my mouth and throat with his warm yummy cum. He jerked and twitched inside me,
moaning my name as he came.

Pulling out
he looked down at me. “I think you deserve a reward for that.” I smiled up at
him expectantly, my hands still locked behind me as I knelt before him. “Go
bend over the bed” he ordered and I practically fell over myself in my haste to
do as he asked, my excitement and arousal now soaring.

I bent over
and clasped the duvet in my fingers. My breath hitched as he wrapped something
around my eyes, plunging me into blackness and then it was all pure sensation.
His finger swept over my groove and he hissed “You’re soaked, baby. You need me
to take care of that throb for you?” he asked as his tongue swept over every
inch of my back.

“Yes, please
Mason. I need to come, make me come hard” I ordered him.

 I jolted as
his hand cracked my bottom. “I don’t take orders” he growled in my ear as he
rubbed a finger against the crack of my bottom. I moaned as he slid a finger in
me and circled it, stretching my walls. I ground my hips against him; my need
was virtually making me sob.

His hand
slapped my buttock again. “Keep still.”

I moaned
loudly as he slipped another finger in. “God, yes” I groaned as I felt his
tongue flick at my engorged clit.

“Don’t come
until I tell you” he ordered and a sob erupted from my throat.

“I don’t… Ahhhh
Goddd” I breathed as he slipped his fingers out and inserted one into my
backside as his tongue laboured relentlessly on me. “Mason, please” I begged.

“Not yet” he
ordered and I pushed my bottom further onto his finger.

My legs and
spine tingled with electricity as I tried to hold the climax back that I knew
would bring me to my knees. “Fuck me damn it!” I growled as I pushed back onto
him again. A harsh slap landed on my ass and I whimpered. “Mason… I can’t hold
it… I need to…” I hissed as he slipped a finger into my pussy as his other
finger worked my anus and his lips sucked at my nub.

It was too much;
the overload of sensation was taking my air away and leaving me unable to
breathe. “Now, Ava” he ordered and I screamed in release.

My climax
surged through me intensely and my knees buckled as I screamed again. “FUCK!!!”
I cried as my body let go around me. He wrapped his arms around me to catch me
before I landed in a heap on the floor.

He pulled me
onto his lap and removed the blindfold as he held me tight until my body
stopped trembling and the blood returned to my limbs.

“Jesus
Christ” I panted, “That was one of the best. You have succeeded in your monthly
mission, Mr Fox” I puffed and he chuckled.

“Back at ya”
he laid me on the bed and pulled me into him, nuzzling my hair.

“You gonna
tell me who you’re meeting now.”

I smiled to
myself, “Nope.”

He rolled
over and pinned me beneath him as he lightly stroked across my ribs, “You sure
baby?” He smirked as one finger dug into my ribs and I jerked.

“Uh-huh.”

I wrapped my
legs around him, making it more difficult for him to tickle me. “Ava…” he
warned and I pursed my lips.

“I’m meeting
a man” I told him biting my lip as another finger joined the first to start the
torture.

I clamped
down further, my heels digging into his backside and I felt his erection press
into my stomach. “Jesus, you need to tame that monster” I giggled as a whole
hand of fingers now began relentlessly tickling. “Mason, please” I squealed as
the tears rolled.

“Tell me
then” he chuckled as I wriggled and bucked underneath him.

I had now
resorted to snorting and groaning against his unyielding punishment. “Oh God
stop” I begged.

“Tell me,
baby” he laughed.

“I’m meeting
Gary” I shouted, trying to catch a breath.

His fingers
slowed a little but still persecuted me. “And who’s Gary?” he demanded with his
eyebrows high, “Hmmm?”

He started
to brutalize my ribs again and I groaned “He’s a friend from my childhood” I
panted and Mason stopped immediately as he stared at me.

“What?” he
asked incredulously as he reared back to regard me.

“You are
such a jealous bastard” I grinned and sat up.

“Come on,
tell me” he said excitedly as he knelt back on his heels, I stroked his cheek
and smiled softly at him, his excitement for me warmed my heart.

“He’s a
business associate of Nate’s and we had lunch last week and he recognised me,
apparently his dad and my dad were best friends and we were always hanging out.
I don’t remember much but his parents want to meet up with me.”

 I nibbled furiously
on my finger, my stomach flipping at what they would want to discuss. Mason
frowned at me. “Why are you nervous baby?” he asked with concern and I shrugged.
“Tell me” he said as he took both of my hands in his, his head tipped to the
side in puzzlement.

“Well Gary
said we were all really close and they tried to adopt me when my parents died
but they were turned down and… and… well they’re gonna ask all sorts of awkward
questions aren’t they.” I sucked in my lips and frowned at even some basic
questions that would be difficult to answer.

Mason sighed
and cupped my face. “Baby, you have nothing…
nothing
to be ashamed of.
Be proud of who you are, Ava. You wouldn’t be the most utterly amazing woman
that you are if you hadn’t been dealt the hand in life you were given. You
pulled through every single piece of shit and you are now a beautiful,
intelligent, strong and caring person because of it” he said softly. “You are
my little warrior” he whispered as he leant in and kissed me softly.

He closed
his eyes and rested them on my forehead as if he wanted to suck the shame and
doubt out of me, take my all my apprehensions and bury them deep inside him. I
framed his face with my hands.

“Will you
come with me?” I asked hesitantly.

“Of course”
he smiled and kissed me again gently. “I’ll pick you up from work about 11:30”
he said as he stood up and slipped his clothes on.

“I’m going
to sleep now, I’m exhausted” I told him as I curled up.

He nodded
and kissed my forehead. “Sleep, I’ve got some calls to make and then I’ll be
up, love you baby” he said tenderly as he stroked my cheek.

“And me,
you” I whispered as I drifted before he’d even left the room.

“Hello
sweetheart” his lip curled as his eyes roamed over my bruised and beaten body.
He came closer, his rancid breath tickling my cheek. “Do you need it rough and
filthy Ava, is that why you’ve come back to me” he chuckled, that evil cackle
he had that froze the marrow in my bones.