Chapter 1

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A TORNADO OF EVENTS

Her talons cut deep into my skin like she’s trying to keep some pieces to eat later.

“Are you even in?”

“Uh… yeah. Yes. Well, I’m pretty sure.” Lowering my head, I inspect where our bodies connect. Yep. My dick is inside her. Heaving a cinnamon-scented sigh in my face, her green eyes hit the headboard as she rolls them.

“Just… just stop, Mason.” Squirming back on her elbows, she wiggles out from under me. “Grab my big dildo.” She snaps her fingers toward her nightstand. “Over there.”

Swallowing, I go for the big, floppy rubber thing standing erect like a black monolith. I know I shouldn’t be intimidated, but it’s almost as girthy as Big G, my oversized buddy with a horse-sized cock. Not that I’ve ever seen it up close, but I have noticed it in the gym locker room. It’d be hard not to see it. Thing is terrifyingly huge.

As I grip the cold, velvety silicone in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other, I glance down at her gaping legs, wondering if she ever fucked G. With a shrug, I dump some liquid out and stroke it onto the dick.

“Fuck, we’ll just need to get you a cage with a fake dick attachment, so you can actually satisfy me,” she says, one side of her pink lips quirking.

My cock stirs at the thought and I’m not exactly sure why. She’s mentioned it a few times before, getting me a cage or a collar or something. And it makes my stomach knot. Being owned and dragged around by this gorgeous creature would mean I was worth something to someone.

I run the head of the dildo through her pussy lips, edging the shaft inside her as a sharp breath darts past her lips. Pressing in farther, I fuck her with it as she opens for me, moaning with pleasure. Someday, I’ll get her to say my name as she does this.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, bitch boy? You’d like it if you were drilling me with a dildo and couldn’t feel a thing. Lord knows I never do when you try.” As her nails dig into my forearms, she glares at me like a stern schoolteacher. Flopping her legs wide like it’s the best thing she’s ever felt, her back arches, pushing herself onto the big cock. She’s so hot like this. Her full breasts bounce with every thrust I give her. “Don’t you love watching me get off on this?”

“Yeah, I do.” My voice comes out strained with its plea. I fucking love watching her come apart, knowing I’m the one giving her some pleasure. Reaching down with my other hand, I grip the base of my dick. A painful slap hits my wrist, and she stops writhing.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?”

“No?” Frozen mid-stroke, I ease one finger at a time off my granite length.

“Ugh, you’re such a disobedient boy. Stop it, Mason. And what do you call me?”

I clear my throat and force out, “Mistress.”

Easing back on the pillow, she juts out her jaw like she’s irritated again. I can’t do anything right. My dick sticks straight out, dying for a vigorous rub.

“Okay, get me off. And don’t paw at me like you usually do. Suck my nipples.”

Lying down beside her, I continue to fuck her with the fake dick and latch onto one of her little pink buds. It’s actually a gift for me because she knows how much I enjoy them. Slyly, I rub myself against her thigh.

She’s so fucking hot. Maybe the hottest chick I’ve been with. Watching the freckles on her pale skin turn as pink as her pussy makes me leak, pre-cum oozing from the head of my cock.

Just before she climaxes, her fingers reach down, clasping over where I hold the dildo, and she fucks herself with it, showing me the rhythm she requires. Moaning, she clamps her thighs together tightly and climaxes before she takes a deep breath in and relaxes against her silk sheets.

When she peeks one green eye open at me, she frowns. “Fuck, you can’t even get me off with my own toy. I have to do everything.” Pursing her little lips, she scrunches an eyebrow, and I want to kiss her. But she rarely allows it.

“Lay back. Spread your legs,” she commands.

Scrambling into position, I wait for my reward. When she grasps me, her touch soothes some of the pain built up in my throbbing cock. Dumping more lube on her fingers, she presses one against my ass.

“What do you say?”

“Ple—please, mommy.”

Her delicate hand gives my dick one jerk, and I almost come, but I know she hates it when I do, especially so fast. I will myself not to erupt on her. Digging a long finger inside, she breaks through my tight ring as I groan. “Yes…”

“Little bitch boys need more than one, though. I should use my dildo on your ass.”

My eyes snap open. She’s never done something like that, and the thought fucking worries me. First of all, it’s gigantic. Secondly, I’ve never had a dick near my ass before. Seems kinda, I don’t know... not perfectly straight. Though my balls have touched the mayor’s son once when we were tag teaming some chick. And some other guy in Delta’s once for the same reason. Both of those times were while inside a pussy, though. Definitely not just messing around with some dude.

“Oh, you look like you’d enjoy that. Having a dick in your ass. Just how gay are you, Mason? Is this why you can’t get me off?”

Squeezing tighter around my dick, she adds two more fingers and I almost choke on my tongue. The pressure rises inside until it’s almost unbearable.

“Fuck!” I say, feeling like I’m about to explode, but I can’t. Not without, without something more.

“Is my little bitch going to get off thinking about a big dick in his asshole? I guess I’ll buy that strap-on for next time. Watch you come like a fucking sissy.”

Moaning, my mouth makes desperate open and closing motions, needing more. More.

She rolls her eyes again, then leans over me, dangling her large breast in my face, and I latch on. Like it’s a big chore for her to move, she sighs while strangling my dick. “Fine. Here, you tiny baby. You need mommy’s tits, don’t you?”

“Mm-hmm,” I answer while pulling on her nipple with my teeth. When she shoves her fingers deeper into my ass, I cry around her tit. There’s no stopping the pleasure ripping through my nerves now. It’s inevitable. “Please. Please let me come, mommy.”

“Yes, my little boy. Go ahead. Don’t make a mess, though.”

With another tug on her bud, I suck hard and explode in her hand and all over my abs. Some even sprays on my face. And as I’m pulsating under her grip, she makes a sound of disgust.

“Ew… I said don’t make a mess. God, you can’t do anything right, can you?”

As if she’s punishing me, she continues to stroke my overly sensitive cock, even rubbing her thumb over the hole. Trying to buck her off, my hips jerk up several times, but she continues.

“Well, gotta get it all out if you’re going to make a fucking disaster of my sheets.”

Grunting, I scream, “Stop, stop. It’s too much, please.”

“Fine.” She lets go, and I melt onto her mattress. The relief of her not trying to milk me is almost as good as the orgasm was.

Denim slaps me across the face as she throws my clothes at me. She’s standing next to the bed, pulling on her clothes. “Get dressed. Let’s go.”

Trying to contain my smile, I do as she says. This is my favorite part. We get to go out together and I can show her off. Slapping my palms together, I rub them quickly, trying to contain my excitement.

“Hurry, I want to get that book before they sell out.” She flips her long red hair over a shoulder and slicks on some lipstick, then fixes her mascara in her bedroom mirror.

“Ready!”

It’s the first week of my senior year at Northview University and classes start tomorrow. Problem is, I still have no idea what I’m going to do. My mom and uncle keep encouraging me to finish my business degree, but I don’t really want to work for Cardell Enterprises when I’m finished. Yeah, pretty much everyone is employed by them in this town, and I know my Uncle Mal will take care of me. But I don’t think I’d be any good at it.

I’m not really good at anything.

“Did you bring your list?” She peruses the aisles, gathering a few of the books she needs for her classes.

“Oh, shit. I forgot. Wait, I mean. I think I have my classes on my phone somewhere.” Where’s my phone? Digging around in each of my pockets, I finally find it. “Shit. It’s dead.” I try not to see the look of disappointment cross her face as I scratch my head. I spent the night at her place last night and she had to use the charger because hers was at thirty percent. She really doesn’t like me using her stuff anyway.

“Of course, it is. Come on, I need to pay for these. Then, let’s go get some coffee.”

Holding the glass door open for her at the campus café, I spot my cousin, Xavier, sitting at a table in the back with his wife, Marissa. Marissa looks uncomfortably pregnant, but whispers in her husband’s ear when we walk in. Joy hits me as his eyes capture me with my girlfriend, especially when I see his black eyebrows dip. Ha, fucker. Look who I snagged.

“Get me my coffee,” my girlfriend says. I hurry over to place the order while she moseys toward them, her perfect ass swaying dangerously as she does.

Once I gather up our cups, I spot her sitting across from my cousin, his icy blue eyes narrowed as his wife seems to be speaking through a tight mouth. My cousin and I don’t look much different, except his hair is darker and my eyes are green. Otherwise, we have the same build. I’m about three inches shorter, though, which he never lets me forget, always calling me “shorty” or “short stack” when we were growing up. I got my mother’s lips, though, and he has my uncle’s nose. They are brother and sister.

“Here he is!” My girlfriend beams at me as I sit beside her, raking her arm over my green sweater.

Xavier tilts his head to the side. “Mason. Seriously?”

Shrugging, I smile. “What?”

“Hi, Mason,” Marissa says with a soft smile.

“You’ve gotten huge!” Her belly is gigantic.

“What the actual fuck? Fucking douche. Don’t talk about my wife like that,” Xavier snaps out and buries his lips against her temple. She takes a deep breath and settles into his side.

“It’s fine. It’s fine,” she whispers to him.

“Pretty soon, your cousin may have one of those, too!”

My stomach falls through the floor. Darting my wide eyes to my girlfriend, she continues staring at Xavier, then pats her belly and uses a finger to close my open jaw.

“Right, honey?”

“Uh… Well, I…”

While I stammer to find a coherent response, a guy with dirty blonde hair, wearing a tight black T-shirt walks up to our table. Maybe it’s not so much his clothes are too small as much as his muscles are too large. “Hey, Cardell! I forgot to ask your number after class for that semester project. Trying to get the group together.”

“Oh, right.” My cousin digs his phone out of his pocket and exchanges information with the man. He’s not as big as G, but pretty close. His shoulders definitely wouldn’t fit against the bench seat where Marissa and Xavier sit. Not without shoving one of them onto the floor.

My girlfriend bats her lashes and asks, “Aren’t you going to introduce us, Xavier?”

Still typing into his phone, he says, “This is Briggs. He’s in my MBA program. Briggs, this is my cousin, Mason Locke and, uh… well, Caitlyn Watson.”

His long black lashes flutter as he glances down at my girlfriend, who tosses her auburn locks over her shoulder. Some lands in my mouth until I have to spit it out. Holding out a palm, he lowers himself slightly and greets her with a warm smile. She places her hand in his, and he gives it a squeeze, bobbing it up and down. “Nice to meet you, Caitlyn.”

“The pleasure is mine, Briggs.”

A deep chuckle leaves his lips as he grins broadly for her.

“Mind if I pull up a chair?” he asks, and just as I’m about to tell him no, he does it anyway.

“Of course. The more the merrier!” Caitlyn says with a fake giggle.

“What are you doing here today? Don’t undergrad classes start tomorrow? Or are you in a graduate program here?” Briggs straddles his seat and practically pushes his knee into Caitlyn’s thigh. When she turns to answer him, her legs fit between his.

Glancing across the table, Marissa eyes me with some shock on her face, but Xavier keeps his face buried in his phone. Ever so subtly, his head shakes.

“Ha, no. I’m in undergrad only. Education, but I went for a statistics book at the store, and they were out. And I saw my good friend Xavier and thought I’d say hello.” Caitlyn gives me her back as the two of them converse like old friends.

“No shit, I took a lot of stats. I may have the book you need back at my place.”

“It’s for my final stats course. One-oh-three?”

“Yes! I have that one. Want me to grab it for you?”

“How far away do you live?”

Marissa watches the two of them like they are in a tennis match. Downing the rest of my coffee, I think about just grabbing my girlfriend’s hand and heading out, but Briggs interrupts.

“Just down the road. Let’s go.”

“Sure!” Caitlyn stands and adjusts her tight purple top lower, showcasing her huge fucking tits. For him.

As they scurry out the door together, like they can’t wait to rip each other’s clothes off, I turn to my cousin, hoping my cheeks aren’t red with embarrassment. A death-by-icy-glare look coats his eyes.

“I don’t even know what to say to you anymore. Caitlyn fucking Watson? What were you thinking, Locke?”

“Mason, seriously? That girl is… She’s not good for you. She’s not a nice person,” Marissa interrupts, then moans and rubs her belly like she’s in pain. Xavier whips his head to her body, his hand covering hers where it now rests on her bump. “Just a little kick.”

“You jealous, bro?” I ask him.

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, and other than that movement, his body freezes. “You’re disgusting.” Helping his wife up, he gathers their things and brushes past me, but says, “For your own good, you should lose that cunt. But you never do the smart thing.”

My jaw clicks as I clench it closed. Staring at the wall in front of me, I let the words my mother always says wash over me. Why can’t you be more like Xavier?

Not good enough.

Never enough.

Behind.

Shorter.

Shoving my chair back, I stand to leave, but when I do, I stumble into a woman and our chests bump, spilling her hot coffee all down my front. I pull the cloth away from my skin, trying not to let it scald me. “Ow! Fuck!”

“Watch where you’re going!”

“Sorry, sorry,” I tell her, then glance around the crowded café. Everyone’s eyes stare at me judgingly.

A sarcastic round of applause from the other students has me scrambling, and I practically sprint back to the main road off campus. Strolling down the street toward my apartment, I briefly wonder if Caitlyn’s already getting Briggs’s dick at his place. My sticky cock jumps once in my jeans, picturing his big body thrusting into her from behind while she screams.

Maybe I just lost my girlfriend. How does one keep one anyway? I’ve never held on to them for long. Always saying the wrong shit or buying an “inappropriate” present. Girls are complicated.

Bright yellow catches my attention as I pass the pet store window. A little canary sits in a wire cage in the front, and I swear its little eyes follow me. I come to a halt, backtracking a few steps and entering the store. After a brief discussion with the store owner, I exit with Sweetie’s cage in one hand and a bag of bird stuff in the other.

Yeah… I could be the bird guy. Xavier never had birds.

“What is that, Locke?” Swiftly, I spin to see Levi Joseph, my other buddy, coming down the alleyway from his place where he lives with his wife, Elle.

“Hey, man. Look!” I hold up her cage, and she chirps a pretty little song with a flutter of her wings.

“Did you just buy that?” He heads to his piece of shit car parked on the street.

“Yep! Going to be a bird keeper.”

Levi shakes his head, some of his curls falling across his forehead. “Uh… good luck, man. Try not to let her get away.”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” I say as he drives off.

How hard could watching a bird be? Sweetie’s in a cage and I’m not letting her escape.