44. Chapter 44

Chapter 44

Cameron

Lucian was whining more than usual as he rooted through the leather chest of sex toys he kept stowed under his bed.

“How am I stuck with not one, but two partners who are into age play? I swear to God, if you try to ‘ baby boy ’ me like Sophia does, I’m going to shove my foot up your ass.”

“You ain’t gonna do shit,” I warned him.

I stood above him with my arms crossed. His little tantrum didn’t bother me none, especially because Mason was in my room waiting for us. Lucian tried to give her the power in this situation, but the gift of control rolled off Mason like water on a windshield. She said she wanted a surprise, that Lucian and I could decide what to do with her.

Still, there was one problem: how could we possibly surprise her ?

When Mason mentioned someone had leaked her sex tape, I looked it up. I didn’t watch it, of course—but curiosity got the better of me, so I read an article about it. Apparently, she got covered in wax, flipped upside-down, and fucked by a woman in a hockey mask.

And that was just the tip of the iceberg. There was a forum online dedicated to collecting accounts from her past lovers; detailed descriptions of sex acts that I could have never imagined. Setting aside my disgust at those people for violating Mason’s privacy... It was a long fucking list. I didn’t believe in slut shaming; it was a human right to do whatever and whoever you wanted, as long as you did it safely.

I just wished she’d left something new for me to do to her.

Lucian made a point of rolling his eyes, snapping me out of my runaway thoughts. I crouched down and grabbed his chin to remind him who was in charge here. His strong jaw tensed in my grip, and in spite of myself, my cock throbbed at the challenge.

There was a reason Soph and I didn’t normally let Lucian dom. I wasn’t opposed to being submissive, but he was too rough, too brash, too eager to be rough during sex and not clean up after. If he’d just listen, I’d love to let him leave me black and blue with no one watching.

“Oh, bite me,” he grumbled.

Well, if he’s asking.

I inched in and pushed the neck of his shirt down with just my fingertips. He shivered at my touch before I closed in. Slowly, my lips met the soft skin between his collar and jaw with a kiss.

A smooth “Mmm” exited his lips.

I slipped my free hand under his shirt, softly tracing the subtle indents of his abs. Lucian wasn’t muscular; hell, he didn’t even work out anymore, but he was thin enough to have that little bit of definition. My kisses grew rougher, my teeth ghosting his golden skin. I slowly unbuttoned his jeans before slipping my hand down his boxers.

“ Fuck ,” escaped his lips as I wrapped my hand around his cock.

His shaft throbbed in my palm as I stroked him once, then twice, then sunk my teeth deep into his neck.

Lucian grunted, and his cock twitched.

“What the fuck was that for?” he barked as I withdrew my hand.

“You told me to bite you,” I whispered inches above his ear.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Well then, you best quit arguin’ with me, or every single time you run that dirty mouth of yours, I’m gonna call your bluff.”

Lucian shot me another glare, but I didn’t pay him any attention. The gears in my head were turning as I looked over his shoulder and into the box. Puzzle pieces started to fit together, and I began formulating a list of all the items I would need.

Before fully committing to what I was about to do, I checked to make sure everyone else had gone to bed.

Once that was taken care of, I needed explicit consent from Mason. I told her we were about to do some scary stuff to her, but no matter what happened, she was safe. If she didn’t like what was happening, all she’d need to say was trust, and we’d stop.

She enthusiastically agreed, and I left her to wait in my room. Lucian and I stripped down to our boxers, and I slipped a length of blue rope under my arm. We took our time getting ready; the goal was to make Mason feel like we had forgotten about her.

Once I deemed we had taken long enough, I sent Lucian into the basement so he could flip all the breakers for the bottom of the house. All of a sudden, the house was plunged into darkness and silence. Without the hum of the fridge, the only sounds were the crickets in the distance and the opening of a bedroom door.

“Cameron? Lucian?” She sounded confused rather than afraid. I was glad to hear we hadn’t scared her too bad.

I ducked behind the recliner, hiding as much as I could without having to leave my position. Her shadow danced in the moonlight, and I watched her silhouette creep across the wooden floor.

The far-off creaking of steps let me know Lucian was on his way up. For a moment, I wondered again if we would be going too far. But I chalked that up to the little bit of guilt that hung from not telling Mason her dad was dying—maybe even dead by now.

That was a very unsexy thought, one I tried to shake off. James Albright never cherished his daughter, he never treated her right, and he never earned the right to be her dad. I could never heal the damage he’d done to his only daughter, and I could never give her a dad who treated her like she deserved.

But I was more than willing to be her “daddy”. And if she was a good girl, I’d give her everything her little heart desired.

“Guys?” Mason’s voice quivered as she called for us.

Her steps slowed to a cautious stroll before stopping just in front of the steps. But, before she could yell for either of us again, the basement door swung open, allowing Lucian to lunge at Mason.

She screamed and stumbled back, throwing a protective hand over her stomach.

I probably should have been afraid that we’d wake the rest of the house, but Soph and the kids were such heavy sleepers that I wasn’t worried. And I didn’t give a fuck if we woke Seb, just as long as he didn’t try to join us.

In the low lighting, it was hard to see Lucian’s expression, but I didn’t need to see his smirk to know he was enjoying it. Whereas Sophia got her rocks off by embarrassing us, Lucian lived to see fear in his partner’s eyes. And that’s exactly what he got as Mason turned on her heels to run away.

Lucian’s velvety voice boomed after her:

“Come back here, slut .”

She wasn’t very fast, but I wasn’t about to let her go anywhere. Lucian stayed anchored in place as I hopped out of my spot and sped past him. Mason was barely down the hall when I caught up with her.

I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into my chest. She thrashed a bit, but it did little to stop me as I tossed her over my shoulder, doing my best not to compress her belly. She’d been doing an amazing job growing our girl; I wasn’t about to jeopardize that for a little fun. She stopped struggling as I stomped through the house with her.

“Please don’t drop me,” she whispered, her voice so sweet it could have caused cavities.

She sounded genuinely scared, and I had to wonder: did she often have partners carry her like this? Had someone dropped her before? I almost couldn’t contain my anger at the thought of someone being careless enough to hurt my girl, possibly without even checking on her. I knew her dad had treated her horribly, but was it possible her partners had too?

I shook the thought from my mind. James didn’t matter. Mason’s exes didn’t matter. The entire continent of France—or was it a country? Either way, it didn’t matter.

Even Dale didn’t matter, because I had a feeling that if he reared his ugly head in Hartwood, either Sebastian or I would wring his pathetic neck. All that mattered was keeping my girls safe and happy. From now on, that was my life’s mission. For the first time since being forced into the Sons of Christ, I had chosen my own path.

It felt damn good to be free.

“Darlin’, I want you to know: never—and I do mean never—in a million years, would I ever dream of lettin’ go of someone as important as you.” I kept my voice low. Those words were for her and her alone.

I shifted her weight a bit so that I could comfortably open the door to my room while still holding onto her. Once we were inside, I tossed her onto the bed. The springs audibly sounded as she bounced, her gaze trained on mine.

Her legs bent at the knees as she pressed them together. Lucian had removed her pants and underwear earlier—Lord knows what he was planning on doing to her in that bathroom—leaving her in just an oversized shirt. I nearly forgot about the length of rope under my arm as my entire body screamed to be close to her.

I slipped the hem of her navy shirt up her thigh, causing it to bunch up just below her belly.

“I didn’t hurt her, right? She’s still moving in there?” I realized my question broke the atmosphere I was trying to create…. But it was important.

Mason was beaming as she nodded. “She wiggled when you put me on the bed.”

I breathed a sigh of relief as I put the rope on the edge of the bed. With that out of the way, the fun could begin.

I crept up to join her, placing my knee between her thighs. The heat from her cunt radiated into my skin as I slipped a hand under her shirt, savoring the silky feeling of her skin.

“Sweetpea, arch your back for me.”

“Or what?” Her challenge halted my advances. I had yet to experience anything other than complete obedience from Mason. Honestly, when Luce told me she was a brat, I didn’t believe him. Part of me still didn’t.

“Please? For me?” I honeyed my tone as I drew soft circles on her abdomen. Surely, that had to be enough. My sweet girl was just pressing her limits, seeing if I’d react.

“No-o-o.” She almost sang the word, as if tempting me to react.

But I wasn’t sure how to even do that. When Lucian was a brat, he was actively disrespectful, and I had something to put in line. Mason just wasn’t listening.

“I told you she’s a brat,” Lucian called, leading me to realize he had been watching us from the door.

He crossed his arms over his chest, causing the lean muscles in his lithe figure to twitch. There was a smug look of satisfaction on his face, like he had been waiting to tell me ‘ I told you so ’ .

“I am not!” Mason gasped, and I looked back at her.

The way her wide eyes sparkled in the barely-there light of the moon made her look innocent, but the smirk on her lips told me she was up to no good.

“Are you seriously going to believe him ?” Mason was pouting now, and with the light glistening in her eyes, it almost looked like she really might cry.

At that moment I knew I was in trouble; if Rosie ever learned to look at me that way, I’d have no choice but to spoil her.

“I didn’t say I believed him... But with how you’re actin’, it’s hard to believe you ain’t a brat.”

The creaking of the floor alerted me to Lucian’s approach, but it still surprised me when he snatched Mason’s chin between his thumb and pointer finger, guiding her to look at him. In unison, the two sprouted matching smiles. They weren’t mischievous, or even lustful; instead, they were soft, perhaps even longing. The way Lucian’s breathing slowed as he took her in confirmed it: love was in the air.

Mason was hard to read, but Lucian couldn’t have been any less discreet if he held up a sign declaring his feelings to the world. And I was happy. Considering all he’d done to get sober, he deserved to be in love with someone as gentle as Mason. Someone as beautiful as Mason. Someone as…

My thoughts were in shambles as I tore her from his grasp. His hand moved down to support the back of her head as I pressed my lips to her. It started innocently enough, but before I knew it, she was deepening the kiss, and my body responded the same way any man would if they had Mason Albright’s tongue in their mouth.

When I finally worked up the strength to pull away, she sucked my lower lip into her mouth, softly biting it as if to say, ‘ No, don’t go ’. My chest heaved as I fought the urge to go back in, to press my lips to hers before burying my cock so far into her tiny little body that it’d need to be surgically removed. But I managed to contain myself.

Most things in this world were better when shared, and sex was at the top of that list.

“Shirt. Off. Now.”

She bit her lip and shook her head, but with Lucian looming nearby, she didn’t have a choice.

“Listen to him or deal with me,” he warned.

“Awe, are you going to punish me, Daddy ?” She was teasing him, and that was a damn good way to do it.

Lucian hated being called daddy by anyone other than his kids. He thought it was weird. He would never seriously shame anyone for it, despite his grousing earlier—it just wasn’t his cup of tea. But, I wasn’t going to let her call him that.

No, that title belonged to me . I sank to my knees as I crawled off her.

“Sit her up.”

Lucian was shockingly obedient as he scooped her up by the armpits. He held her in place as I slipped under her shirt and slid the fabric off her body, leaving Mason as naked as the day she was born. Instantly, she tried to cover her decency, cupping her hands over her breasts as a flush dusted her cheeks. But Lucian and I were too good of a team to allow that to happen.

He grabbed her hands, and I grabbed the rope. Mason didn’t like things touching her wrists, but there were other points for me to restrain her.

I brought the rope to her back and tied a knot just behind her neck. Then, I took my time to loop the blue silk around her breasts. She squirmed a little, but Lucian mostly held her in place.

Last night, I had been too afraid of her getting burnt with the Christmas lights to actually tie her up like I wanted. But now, I was free to do anything , starting with binding her arms to her sides. I only brought the rope down to her elbows, out of respect for her. Now that she couldn’t fight us, Lucian lowered her back to the mattress. Mason struggled against the knots for a moment, silently pleading with me to let her go. But I would only let up if I heard trust . Part of me wished I had brought another length of rope so I could force her legs to stay open, but this would have to do.

“You’re getting two holes filled tonight. It’s up to you which,” I told her.

Mason’s eyes widened as she looked up at Lucian.

“Ass, pussy, or mouth,” he confirmed.

She choked as her gaze bounced between us.

“At the same time?” The level of disbelief in her tone was cute.

When I nodded, Mason turned so red that a tomato would have been jealous.

“Does Sophia have to do this?” she challenged.

I almost laughed at the thought. Whenever the three of us did something like this, Sophia usually had a strap-on, and Lucian would be in a situation similar to Mason’s.

“She ain’t any of your concern right now.”

My fingertips grazed her thigh, but my touch did little to alleviate her apprehension.

“Is this safe?” Mason squeaked.

I thought this was going to turn into me explaining the ins and outs of double penetration, but Lucian intervened, slipping two fingers under the ropes on her shoulders.

“I wouldn’t let him hurt you,” he said, as if he wasn’t the one who got off on bruises and smeared makeup. “If you don’t feel comfortable, call trust, and we’ll let you go.”

Mason looked down, seemingly taking a moment to collect herself. After a few moments, she looked back up.

“Mouth and pussy.”

“Atta girl.” Lucian patted her on the back. She glared at him, but her dirty look was short-lived.

Together, Lucian and I quickly worked out the semantics of the positioning. My first thought was doggy-style, but considering her arms were bound, I didn’t want to risk her falling. So, instead of having our girl on her knees, we tried something else.

I pulled Mason’s shoulders to the edge of the bed, leaving her with an upside-down view of the room. Her hair formed a dark waterfall, flowing endlessly into a shifting pool on the floor. If we were gentlemen, we would have asked who she wanted where... but I knew Lucian loved getting his dick sucked, so he got the honor of fucking her mouth. Lucian started slowly, lazily rocking his hips until he settled into a rhythm. His stuttered breathing let me know he was enjoying himself.

Once he was settled, it was my turn to join the fun. I dipped my fingers into Mason’s quivering pussy before rubbing her arousal on her clit. She mumbled out a moan, and Lucian bit back a curse.

“You’re absolutely dripping wet; did you know that?” I rasped.

But I realized she couldn’t answer me, given that she currently had Lucian’s cock crammed down her throat. So, instead of waiting for a response, I positioned my tip at her entrance. The warmth of her needy cunt enveloped me, causing me to shiver and groan. Once again, Mason moaned, and Lucian did the same.

“Sweetpea, I think he likes it when you’re noisy.”

After my comment, her whimpers and moans became more frantic and louder. Lucian tipped his head back, completely lost in his pleasure.

I couldn’t see Lucian’s hands, but I hoped he was pulling her hair. That thought alone caused me to go faster, to plunge deeper into her. The longer this went on, the faster my heartbeat, and the less I wanted this to stop.

But the second Lucian pulled out of her mouth, I was done for. He gave himself a long stroke, and thin ribbons of cum shot out of his tip, landing one after another on Mason’s breasts. Mason gasped, and Lucian pulled her head up by her hair, forcing her to look at me. I thrust into her hard enough to push her forward, and Lucian lifted her even more, holding her body close to mine. I fucked her like we were nothing more than animals.

Her back rested against his chest, and Lucian wrapped his arms around her, squeezing and massaging her swollen breasts. Mason’s needy whimpers filled the room, her core muscles clenched around me, and her legs started to shake.

“Oh, don’t cum yet. Look at how much fun he’s having,” Lucian scolded.

Mason did her best to look at me, but with her flushed cheeks and the haze that only ecstasy could bring looming in her eyes, I doubted she actually saw me.

Lucian’s cum dripped onto his own fingers as hiccup-like gasps caused Mason’s chest to heave. She wasn’t able to move much due to the restraints, but she managed to move her hands just enough to grip my comforter.

“Daddy Cameron, how does it feel seeing our slut so messy?”

I groaned, unable to do much else, and slowed my stroke in a desperate attempt to collect myself. Lucian had artfully decorated Mason with his cum, and the crisscrossing pearly necklaces ignited something primal in me. I pulled out, nearly cumming as my tip brushed against her. Mason was so wet that I wouldn’t be shocked if she’d left a spot on the bed.

I grabbed her from Lucian and shifted her to the middle of the bed, taking a moment to marvel at how small she was. Her legs weren’t even as thick as my arms. Of course, my arms were a hell of a lot thicker than the average man’s, but still.

Recovering from my momentary shock, I pressed my tongue to her thigh and crept slowly upward, savoring the salt of her skin. She jerked as I passed close to her cunt. Part of me wanted to stop there and go down on her so long that I forgot what it was like to breathe... But there was something else I wanted more.

So I ventured on, showering her stomach in kisses and licks, making my way toward her breasts. Slowly, I took her nipple into my mouth, flicking the bud with my tongue. The taste of Lucian lingered on her skin, and it drove me fucking crazy.

“Fuck.” Mason breathed, her voice slightly hoarse.

“Come on, you can do better than fuck, “ Lucian chided. “Let Cam hear how much you’re enjoying him.”

But, the brat went silent. Lucian sighed before audibly opening my nightstand. After a moment, a soft buzz filled the room. I released Mason’s nipple to see he had grabbed the small vibrator I kept near my bed for “ emergencies ”.

“Scream ‘ daddy ’ at the top of your lungs, or I’m putting this on the highest setting and holding it to that greedy cunt of yours,” Lucian warned.

I looked down at Mason. Between her rosy cheeks and heaving chest, I didn’t think she had much more to give. But as she pulled her lower lip through her teeth, a sly smirk crossed her lips.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Lucian rolled his eyes, but I could see the hidden joy on his face. He pressed a button on the back three times, turning the dull hum into a furious buzz that rivaled a swarm of bees. Mason’s legs clenched the second Lucian put the toy near her, but I caught her thighs and forced them open.

“S-stop!” she panted.

“That’s not our safe word,” Lucian reminded. “If you want me to stop, say trust.”

But she didn’t. Instead, she closed her eyes tight and parted her lips. She arched her hips toward him, and I pulled away so I could be near her face. Slowly, I started to run my hand along my length. Every moan, whimper, and curse caused my cock to throb, but it wasn’t enough. I loved hearing her enjoy herself, but it wasn’t what I wanted.

“Go on, sweetpea. Say it for me.”

Finally, her asymmetric gaze met mine, and she tilted her head into the mattress.

“Daddy,” she whispered, and the spring of release tightened in my stomach.

“Say it again, louder,” Lucian ordered.

“ Daddy! ”

I expected her to scream; instead, it came out as more of a whiny plea. But it was that whine that did me in. A hot burst of cum surged out of me, coating Mason’s face—Luckily, it missed her eyes. I fell onto the bed as I tried to catch my breath, and that’s when Lucian scooped her up, mess and all.

“I think I’ve seen doughnuts with less glaze than you,” he teased. For emphasis, he used his index finger to wipe some of the semen off her cheek and then popped it into his mouth, making a show of enjoying the taste.

“You’re an asshole!” she exclaimed, but underneath all the bodily fluids, she was grinning from ear to ear.

Lucian had always been terrible at aftercare. Sophia told him to clean me up one night, and all he did was throw a pack of baby wipes at me and tell me to suck it up. But tonight, he went over the top for Mason. Not only did he help her shower, he also applied lotion to the red welts left on her arms by the ropes, dressed her in one of my shirts, and braided her hair.

While he did all that, I turned the power back on and changed my sheets.

Before Mason was allowed to lay down for the night, Lucian forced her to eat a snack and drink a bottle of water. He even carried her to bed and practically tucked her in between the two of us.

The second Mason rested her head on my chest, she was out. Still, Lucian and I waited a couple of minutes before talking. I don’t think either of us wanted to wake her.

“Do you think we should tell her?” I asked, sweeping a tendril of curls behind Lucian’s ear.

“Tell her what?” Lucian’s expression genuinely looked like he was confused. “That she’s getting stretch marks?”

I jerked back at his words, causing Mason to stir. I stayed still and silent for a moment, doing my best not to wake her.

“… It’s kind of hot,” he continued.

I shot him a look. “Were you dropped as a baby?”

“Oh, don’t act like you didn’t notice them!”

I used my free hand to rub my eyes before turning slightly to switch off the nearby lamp. It was too late for Lucian’s bullshit.

“I meant her dad,” I grumbled.

In the blanket of darkness, Lucian’s expression was unreadable, but his lack of response told me more than he ever would.

“She’s fixin’ to find out somehow… her family ain’t like ours.” If she didn’t hear it from us, she’d hear it somewhere else. That’s what terrified me about this situation.

It wasn’t like we were the only ones in the world who knew. All it would take was one wrong word, a curious fan in public, a poorly-timed radio broadcast, and Mason would know about her dad. And not everyone in the world would be as kind about it as we would.

“I’m going to go check on Sophia.” The bed creaked as he got up.

“Lucian—”

“We’re not talking about this,” he quietly snapped. “Go to bed, and for the love of God, do not tell Mason about James.”

He walked out of the room, and I sighed, savoring the warmth of Mason in my arms. In the silent darkness, the cruelty of the situation finally sunk in. From what I’d been told, Mason hadn’t been happy or safe for years. Now that she found a family worth calling her own, her dad was dying. Worse than that, we were hiding that fact from her.

I softly ran a finger down the gentle slope of her nose, silently praying for the world to learn to be kind to Mason Albright.