Page 44 of House of Payne
I’ve never been this exposed.
I’ve also never been this turned on and terrified in the same breath.
“Now, turn around, get on your knees, and lift your ass in the air,” he orders. “I want to see your wet pussy as you slip your fingers inside yourself.”
I’m shocked by his words. Almost too shocked to do what he says. No one has ever spoken to me in this way, not even Noah.
I turn, get on my knees, and lift my ass in the air. And then, I freeze. I’m not sure how to continue. I don’t know if I can do this.
“You know what comes next,” he urges. “Stick your fingers inside your pussy.”
After a moment of indecision, I do as he says. I’m surprised to find I’m already wet. I let out a moan and blush at the sound.
“That’s right,” he growls. “Now fuck yourself. I want to see you come.”
Despite feeling so vulnerable and afraid, I do as he says. I move my fingers inside of myself, in and out. All the while, I wonder what Masonwill do next.
I can’t see him behind me, so I’m worried. What will he do? He said he wouldn’t fuck someone unwilling, but does putting myself in this position change things?
Will he fuck me without my consent?
A part of me is shocked to realize I wouldn’t mind.
It hasn’t even been a day. Already, he’s infecting me, poisoning me, and I want to hate him for it, but another smaller part of me wonders if he hasn’t uncovered something that was already there.
He doesn’t seem to move as pleasure snakes through my body. I’m surprised that I’m even capable of feeling pleasure in such a vulnerable moment, but I keep going until an orgasm overtakes me. I moan, sagging against myself. I’m dripping wet.
“Now stop,” Mason says. “Get back on your feet and get dressed.”
I stand, a little dazed. None of this makes much sense. I’m still shocked by all of it, and it feels like I’ve been plunged into cold water.
He smiles as I turn to look at him, now fully dressed. He beckons me closer and holds out his phone.
Fear turns to anger as I watch myself on the screen. The motherfucker recorded me!
“Beautiful view, isn’t it?” he laughs. “If you don’t want this video going to your boyfriend, you’d better smarten the fuck up and learn how to listen to me. You’d better do exactly what I say, when I say it, and however I demand it done. I have leverage now.”
I’m furious and disappointed. He never meant to allow me to leave; it was just his sick way to gain leverage.
“I don’t usually let people leave after they sign their contract,” he says, breaking my heart even further. “It’s too easy for them to slip away and avoid what they agreed to do. But for you, I’ll make an exception.”
I freeze at that. An exception.
Does that mean I get to go home?
My heart leaps at the thought, but I’m afraid to let it take root.
I can’t.
He comes even closer to me, and it feels like a threat.
“I want you to keep in mind that you have to keep your mouth shut,” he insists. “You signed an NDA. It is legally binding. And if that’s not enough, I could show this video to your boyfriend and end the relationship you care so much about.”
I nod. It’s not like I would want to tell anyone about this anyway. It’s endlessly humiliating. No one can find out.
“The reason I don’t usually let people go home after they sign isn’t just me being cruel,” he explains, though I’m not sure that I believe him. “It’s simply a lesson I’ve had to learn the hard way.”
“I’ve let people go home before, and they’ve been inclined to rethink their decision. Sometimes, they’ll skip town or do something stupid. I hope you’re not one of those. It always leads to me having to hunt people down, which isn’t ideal.”
