Avengement (Heart of Stone) (2 page)

Courtney’s chest heaved as she sank her teeth into her
lower lip when Mason took two wide but slow strides towards me.

“Are you trying to rile me with your insolence, baby?
Cos’ let me tell you, it’s fucking working.”

My breathing accelerated when he slid his palm over my
cheek and followed through to my hair until he grabbed my ponytail and yanked
my head back harshly. “Courtney, come here.” He ordered and I could practically
feel Courtney’s excitement slice through the thick air in the room as my thighs
started to tremble.

She approached immediately, Mason’s authority stimulating
her as well as me.

His dark aroused eyes pierced my desire and sent it into
turmoil as I swallowed heavily and gasped in a breath. He leaned into me, “Are
you playing naughty so I fuck you hard, baby? You want me like this? Ready to
give you exactly what you want… ruthlessly?”

I couldn’t speak as my lungs struggled with the powerful
rapid input. He yanked my head back further, exposing my neck to him and I
whimpered as his tongue slowly traced the groove of my throat, his teeth then
grazing harshly across my chin.

“Get on your knees in front of her” he instructed
Courtney as he slipped behind me.

She wasted no time in accepting his order. Her teeth
chewed frantically on her bottom lip as Greg came to stand behind her, his deep
grey eyes fixed on the action of Mason’s hand now massaging my breast
punishingly.

“Oh God” I breathed as his teeth sank into my neck slowly
and faintly, the tease lighting me up in desperation but the delicateness had
me begging for more, my core near weeping with need at his gruelling
tormenting.

“Undo her skirt.” Greg ordered Courtney, now joining in
and kneeling behind her as he watched Mason un-pop each of the buttons on my
shirt and reveal my light blue bra, my hard nipples peeking through the delicate
lace and hardening further as I felt Courtney release the zip on my skirt and
push it down my hips, the material pooling around my ankles.

“Wait.” Mason barked as she went to move it away, “tie
her ankles.”

Courtney lifted her eyes to me, aware that I was
apprehensive at being restrained but I nodded; my lust too intense to refuse.

She smiled wickedly and her eyes fired sinfully when she
wrapped my skirt around my ankles and tied it in a knot, pulling it tight
against my skin so my legs were clamped together tightly.

“Now I teach you not to play games with me, Ava.” Mason
stated in my ear and I gulped as a shiver hit each nerve ending in my body and
made my bones vibrate.

“One finger, Courtney. Slowly.” He ordered and she echoed
my whimper as she instantly did as he asked, both of us submitting to the
master in the room. Both of us hot and wet with the supremacy Mason overpowered
us with.

“Oh God!” I breathed raggedly as Courtney’s tiny finger
slid into the hot flesh between my legs, her nail scraping my inner walls
faintly and making me shudder with excitement.

“You want more, baby?” he whispered in my ear and I
nodded frantically; desperation and need coursing through me like a fierce
blaze, heating my blood and igniting my brain with energy as Courtney’s finger
swirled and teased inside me.

I ground down on her frenziedly, rocking my hips harshly
against her finger as she looked up at me intently, her arousal ripping through
her pretty face as her breasts heaved behind her loose silk shirt.

“Then beg!” Mason bit out as he clamped my hips with his
huge hands and stilled my impulsive movements. “Beg, Ava!”

I tried to swallow past the lump that had formed in my
throat and licked my dry lips, my arousal feeding off my body’s natural
stimulants and leaving me gasping and panting in need.

“Please,” I managed to voice past the upsurge of
sensation as Courtney swiped the tip of her finger over the sensitive spot
inside me and my knees buckled with the shot of pleasure.

“Not good enough.” Mason rumbled in my ear and I closed
my eyes, urging my body to find its balance again. “The better you plead, the
better we ease the ache, baby. Make us
feel
how badly you need this.”

“Mason!” I gasped and bucked against his hold on my hips,
“Please!”

He pursed his lips and licked around the edge of my ear,
“Much better. Two fingers.” He instructed Courtney who shot me a wink and I
groaned loudly as she slipped another finger inside me and started to slide
them in and out, the rhythm driving me crazy and I wrestled against Mason’s
hold once more as I tried to intensify the pressure.

He pulled me back against him harshly, “Don’t fight me
Ava, or you’ll regret it.”

“Fuck you!” I spat out.

He immediately pulled me away from Courtney and flung me
over his shoulder, holding me down compactly as he sauntered into Courtney’s
kitchen with me and grabbed a kitchen chair, before strolling back into the
room.

His carefree attitude was riling me more yet I had no
choice but to let him work through it and decide my fate, which he would make
me aware of eventually.

He placed the chair in the middle of the room and plonked
me down heavily in it and just as swiftly he had my hands behind the chair and
his fingers wrapped around my wrists. “See baby, defiance doesn’t work with
me.”

“Mason!” I spat as I struggled beneath him. His lips
twisted and my eyes widened when I felt Greg coiling something around my
wrists, freeing Mason’s hold on me and I growled loudly when my ankles were
also secured to each leg of the chair, opening my legs and displaying my damp
pussy to the room. “Mason… I…”

My chest was tightening and I fidgeted my hands, the rope
chaffing against my skin but Mason shook his head and whispered a soft shush in
my ear. “Ava! Listen to me. There is you, me, Courtney and Greg here and not
one of us is going to hurt you. Dane is dead, baby, he can’t get you. He will
never touch you again or never even lay his eyes on you again. You killed him
Ava, you. You need to accept this now.”

I chewed on my lower lip and let his words sink in.

Dane was dead. He would never touch me again. He would
never look at me again.

I nodded slowly and made myself calm down, breathing
deeply and dragging in courage with the oxygen, “Okay.”

He squatted in front of me and leaned forward, a small
smile lifting his lips slightly. “Good girl. Now I’m afraid you have to pay for
your disrespect.”

“What?”

He shrugged and sighed, “I did warn you not to fight me.”

My jaw dropped as he moseyed across the room and dropped
heavily onto the sofa. He looked at Greg and made an ‘all yours’ gesture with a
sweep of his arm across the floor, before he lifted his eyes back to me and
locked me down with a deep stare.

My mouth dried considerably as Greg led Courtney to the
middle of the room, taking the space between Mason and me and pushing her to
her knees before him.

I flicked my eyes from Mason to Courtney as Greg slid
down his zip and pulled his hard cock free causing Courtney to lick her lips
greedily.

“Eyes on me Ava,” Mason barked from across the room and I
shot him a look, my eyes narrow and intense but swiftly changed it when he
released his own delicious erection into his hand and I puffed out a heavy
breath at the sight of the pulsing vein running the underside, my tongue
imitating the movement of his hand as I imagined trailing my tongue the full
length of it.

My pussy clenched as he fisted himself and started to
slowly stroke up and down, twisting harshly at the top before pulling his
foreskin back down tightly and I bit into my lip when the restraints around my
ankles refused my thighs a quick rub together.

Greg’s loud moan caught my attention and I cast a glance
at them, triggering a soft moan of my own to echo around the room. “Harder” he
demanded as he fisted Courtney’s hair and thrust his hips, driving his cock
deep into her throat and causing his arse cheeks to clench tightly with the
intense gratification.

Her hips circled and I copied her action in the chair,
trying to rub my swollen clit against the hard wood of the seat, but no sooner
had I managed to gain a little satisfaction than Mason barked an order for me
to stop.

I curled a lip at him and he quirked an eyebrow as a smug
grin stole his dark expression, “You really aren’t playing nice today, baby.”

I poked my tongue out at him before I returned to watch
the erotic scene playing out on the rug in front of me, but then flinched when
Mason stood from the sofa and made his way towards me. God damn, this man made
my essence sweat and my veins quiver.

His chest was heaving at my rebellion and I would be
lying if I said I wasn’t slightly nervous as well as aroused. The dark blaze in
his eyes was mesmerizing as well as fucking hot and I sucked in my lips as the
stunning specimen dominating the room meandered towards me with his head cocked
and his teeth clenched harshly.

He stood before me and I kept my gaze straight forward,
my face bang in line with his glorious solid cock as I refused him my eyes. My
core shuddered with the need to lean my face forward and steal a swipe at it
with my tongue. I moaned brokenly as he took hold of his shaft and tracked the
wet tip across my cheek, smearing me with his pre-cum and exciting my sense of
smell as well as my pussy. My face shot sideways to catch a quick lick but he
shifted his hips back, moving the deliciousness from temptation and I growled
in frustration as he crouched down. However my eyes widened when he untied the
binds holding me still and I frowned up at him.

His superior smirk was both infuriating and stimulating
but my blood fired too much electricity to my brain amongst the lust racing
through my system and I felt dizzy as he gripped my waist, swung me round and
placed me on his lap as he sat on the chair with my back to his chest.

“Watch them” he demanded and my thighs trembled when Greg
started to fuck Courtney’s mouth with vigour, both of their faces tight with
immorality and carnality as their erotic moans bounced off the wall and hit my
ears with a jolt of torment at each one.

“Watch how hard he fucks her hot little mouth, Ava.”

I groaned as I started to rub myself on Mason’s thigh but
he gripped my hips again and halted all movement. I didn’t say anything, it
would only make him more determined to make me pay for my brazenness so I
remained quiet as I watched Courtney and Greg with a fierce jealousy.

“You wanna taste your friend’s delicious pussy? Wrap your
tongue around her hard swollen clit and eat her sweet arousal.”

“Mason, please” I begged, nearly at the point of going
insane as I watched the display of debauchery playing out in front of me and
listened to Mason’s dirty words. “Please, I’m sorry.”

“What?” He whispered in my ear, demanding a more
heartfelt apology and I closed my eyes as I gave in to him and surrendered.

“I said I’m sorry and I am, I shouldn’t have been
disobedient,” I said with conviction, hoping my eager apology would give me
what I needed.

“Oh Jesus! I breathed heavily as he lifted me slightly
and positioned himself at my backside.

“I’m taking your arse, Ava. You will learn to do as
you’re told.”

I nodded briskly as I shuffled against him so he nudged
into me slightly and gently, stretching me wide with his broad girth and firing
a shot of both pleasure and pain into my brain.

Greg’s eyes settled between my legs as he watched Mason’s
cock slide into my bottom and Courtney started to crawl towards me. The heat in
her eyes was sinful as she knelt between my legs and helped steer Mason’s cock
inside me.

“Fuck Ava, that looks so hot” she moaned as she stroked
her finger along my dripping groove.

The burn from Mason’s dry entry arched my back and he
grunted severely as the action shifted him deeper. “Oh fuck!” He snarled as I
took him completely inside me, his balls now pressing against me and rubbing
against my buttocks.

He grasped my hips and guided me up and down until I took
control and increased the rhythm when Courtney took a dip inside my pussy with
her tongue, “Jesus Courtney, more.”

She cried out as Greg took her from behind, slamming his
pelvis against her as he rode her hard and fiercely, his body completely
mounting hers as he fucked her into oblivion.

She slipped her fingers inside me, driving deep as she
enclosed my clit with her lips and sucked gently.

God, it was too much as the overindulgence lashed my
nerve endings severely and I bucked against Mason as I chased my orgasm,
demanding it promptly before I went crazy with animalistic need.

“Is that good, Ava? My cock deep inside your tight
fucking ass” he rasped as his teeth scraped along my shoulder blade and he
yanked me down hard and brutally.

My hands lifted off my thighs as I reached behind me and
grabbed Mason’s hair, pulling him into me tighter and demanding his bite as he
drove his cock deeper into my arse and Courtney twisted her fingers inside me,
burrowing cruelly as Greg pounded into her ruthlessly.

Everybody seemed to explode at once as four loud,
extreme, lust drenched moans filled the thick air of the room; each one of us
shouting some random incoherent words as the pleasure ripped through our bodies
and minds, giving into our demand for ecstasy and fuelling the pleasure shots
that fired rapidly into each of our senses.

“Holy fuck” Greg growled chokingly as Courtney’s head
flopped against my inner thigh, smearing my skin with her sweat.

She looked up at me eventually and grinned widely, “Fuck,
I missed ya’ babe.”

Yvette blinked rapidly as I whipped the blindfold off her
face and grinned coldly at her before I then yanked off the tape securing her
large mouth closed.

“Fox?” The whimper that accompanied her shocked tone made
me shiver with depraved delight.

“Good evening, Yvette.” I patted her cheek and laughed as
she tried to squirm away but the bonds holding her to the chair refrained her
from moving. Her hands were knotted in rope behind her back and her ankles
bound to each leg, restricting movement to both her arms and legs and stopping
her from lashing out.

“What… what the hell am I doing here?” she asked warily as
she glanced around the room, her eyes small and tight as she strained to take a
view at her surroundings. She couldn’t see much. Most of the warehouse was dark
apart from the central area where she festered in the beaten chair, her long
legs looking daft as her knees splayed outwards to accommodate the strict bend.

“I believe we have some business to attend to, Yvette.”

She frowned in confusion as she yanked her hands against
the rope holding her arms back. “What? I don’t get involved in Ric’s business.”

I nodded then a cruel smile morphed my lips sinisterly as
I crouched before her. She pressed back into the chair as a shiver vibrated
through her body with my corrupt expression. “Unfortunately for you, your
husband has just involved you Yvette, I’m terribly sorry.” I shook my head with
fake sympathy as I patted her knee and turned to Sam, holding my hand out as he
stepped from the shadows and placed a phone in my hand.

I took a fulfilling deep breath as the adrenaline and
malice once again seared through my veins, swarming and pulsing along each
tight capillary and energising my brain with a blast of exhilaration after
being redundant for way too long, its thrill radiating every single nerve
ending inside me and bringing me the disturbing serenity that my violent side
craved.

I coughed to clear my throat and brought the phone to my
ear with a deep smile. “Welcome to my world, Ric.”

“What the fuck is going on, Fox?” he snarled through the
phone and I lifted a brow slowly at his tone.

“A simple, hello Mr Fox would have been nice, Ric.”

“Fuck you arsehole and tell me what this is about. I have
better things to do than stand here talking to you.”

I laughed loudly and nodded, “Like bending over in the
shower block?”

He hissed but I sighed, bored already with this fucking
tosser. “I want you to call your pitbulls off William Jackson.”

The line went silent for a moment and I wondered if he’d
terminated the call but then he laughed heartily and I smiled as I waited for
his predictable reaction to bate. “Of course Fox, anything you want my sweetness.”

I nodded admiringly, liking the endearment immensely. No
one had ever called me their sweetness before and I thought it quite suited me.
“I don’t think I’m anything close to sweetness Ric, but I think your wife is
rather sweet.”

The small sharp gasp made me chuckle, “Still wanting that
shower, Ric?”

He was quiet for a long moment and I waited him out as I
leaned against one of the support columns, knowing any eagerness would not
catch the hare. I could practically hear him thinking fast, his imagination
building and forming an escape route in his head as he planned how to get
Yvette out of my hold in one piece. 

I drummed my fingers on my thigh and rolled my head
around my neck as we paused to let his brain catch up. Such a stupid man.

 “If you don’t hurry Ric, all the soap will have gone.”

“Fuck you Fox,” he hissed and I tutted loudly.

“That’s rather rude but I’m willing to overlook it… for
now. I need an answer this side of Christmas, Denarii.”

He chuckled low and I could picture his smug smirk but he
couldn’t see the exact echo on my face. “But you see, unlike you Fox, I do my
homework on my rivals.” He sucked air through his teeth as he waited for my
shocked gasp or whatever the hell he was expecting.

I picked at a piece of nail that was cutting into the
edge of my finger to kill time as I puffed out a bored breath and then rolled
my eyes as Mr Predictable gave me the food to feed the tiger – my wife. “I know
you don’t hurt women, Fox, so I think it’s you that needs to take the fuckings
that are offered in the showers.”

I pursed my lips as that wonderful image shot through my
receptors.

“Ahh Ric, you are a clever boy. How stupid of me. Of
course you know I won’t hurt your wife.”

I bit back the bark of laughter when I heard his superior
scoff and grinned widely as I heard the approach of six inch heels behind me,
their rhythmic clicking on the concrete floor soothing my soul and nourishing
my quietude. “Have you met my wife, Ric?”

I was sure the clatter through the phone was him dropping
the thing but give him his due, he composed himself rather quickly. “I swear to
god, you touch Yvette and I’ll make sure you never take another breath again,
Fox.”

“Oooh, are we a little emotional at the mention of Ava?”

I turned around and my breath stunted at the malevolence
displayed openly on Ava’s god damn beautiful face as she methodically strode
towards me. My God, she was stunning as her inner bitch flowed and the violent
side of her relished at the promise of carnage.

The unwavering glaze over her eyes made me aware of an
Ava from long ago. Gave me a glimpse into an Ava that had fought to live and keep
breathing on the streets, the Ava that had participated in illicit paid fights
to feed hers and Katie’s hungry bellies and the Ava that bowed for blood; fight
or flight.

My wife was most definitely fight and I swallowed the
deep groan as my dick roared to life, pulsing heavily in my jeans as I fought
to stifle the violent urge to fuck her right here, right in front of everyone
else, hard and fast.

My eyes dropped to her tight leather jeans, the smooth
material hugging every single luscious curve of her sculptured legs and I
gulped as she approached and ran a finger along my jaw and then positioned it
under my chin and snapped it upwards. “You can peel me out of them later,
Mason, for now control the blood pressure to your dick.”

She winked and I circled her waist with my arm and yanked
her towards me, pulling her against my solid erection and letting her feel how
pressured
I actually was.

She smirked at me, her plump red painted lips curving
into a delicious wicked smile, “You wanna fuck me here, right now Mason?”

I knew she would like me to, and hell, I fucking needed
to but Sam stepped out of the shadows and shot me a look.

I nodded in apology. It was Marcy’s birthday and he was
eager to get gone so I slapped Ava’s ass and flanked her bottom lip with my
teeth, pulling the soft flesh into my mouth and sucking on it gently so I could
serve a little sustenance to my hunger.

“Be ready” I told her as I pulled away.

She tipped her head and gave me a complacent grin, “For
you, baby, always.”

I blinked as a muffled noise echoed in the room and I
realised I had left Ric still hanging on the line, “Oops, sorry about that Ric,
was just welcoming my wife to the room.”

“Fuck Fox, I’m warning you…”

“You wanna talk to Yvette?” I asked in a low gentle tone,
smiling to myself as his snarl rattled around my ear. “I take that as a no
then.”

“Well, I’ve heard about Ava but I’ve also heard how sweet
she is Fox and I doubt she’s capable of your level.”

I laughed boisterously at his ignorance. “Is that what
you heard? That Ava is sweet?”

Ava turned back around and lifted an eyebrow at me with a
full on smirk across her face, “Of course. I’m always sweet, Mason.”

“Your pussy is baby, but the rest of you? Nah.”

She scoffed and shook her head in humour as she turned
back to Yvette and dropped to her haunches before her, her head tipped slightly
and her hands resting on Yvette’s knees. “Hello, Yvette. It’s been a while.”

Yvette gulped slightly and reared back but Ava patted one
knee and slid a finger along the length of Yvette’s bony collar bone. “Are you
scared, Yvette? Why? I’m sure your lovely husband will sort all this silly mess
out.”

I rolled my lips and shook my head at Ava’s sarcastic
tone, “Hold on Ava, let me confer with the dark side first.”

She flung her head back and laughed loudly, “Well hurry
up, I’m…
hungry
.” She whispered the last word in Yvette’s ear as she
slid her tongue along the curve and scrunched her face into a saccharine smile.

“You heard the lady, Ric, she’s hungry. You want me to
feed her or do I need to let her
eat
.”

“Fox, fuck this, there is no way you’ll get away with
this!”

I sighed heavily and tilted my head at Ava, “Ric says you
can have just a nibble, baby.”

She grinned lewdly as she stood up and prowled around
Yvette, her hand sliding across the rigid contours of Yvette’s prominent
shoulders. Fuck, she was one bony bitch.

“RIC!” Yvette bellowed as Ava leaned over her from
behind, her hands swiping down and over the small rise of her tits as she
licked a trail up Yvette’s cheek.

Christ, I loved my woman.

Ava tutted in Yvette’s ear as she placed her palms on the
inside of Yvette’s thighs. “Your husband is very generous Yvette; he’s letting
me… play!”

The high pitched scream curdled my dinner as Ava wrenched
Yvette’s legs wide open sharply, the crack of a hip dislodging with the force
of the yank as her knees realigned with the back of the chair.

Holy fuck!

I stared at Ava but she smiled sweetly and eyed the phone
in my hand as Ric’s shouts resounded around the room against the heaves of
Yvette’s cries. “I’m still hungry, baby.”

Her face was calm and relaxed and I pulled my jaw back
up, “Baby, I said a nibble.”

She nodded with a smile, “I know, a taste.” She frowned
then looked at Yvette then back at me, “I’m sorry, do I need to bite off a bit
more?”

“No, no, no” I smiled with a slight cringe, “No, baby,
not yet.”

She nodded happily as she stood and waited for her next
instruction.

My God!

“Uhh Ric, I don’t think you’re gonna be able to fuck your
wife for a bit. She’s just
accidently
dislocated her pelvis.” I said
quietly into the phone, still in awe of Ava’s pure strength.

He made a faint choked sound into the phone then let his
anger rain as he called me a load of boring names I had heard before. “Yeah,
yeah, I know all that, Ric but I need to warn you, Ava’s chomping at the bit
here so I would hurry up if I were you.”

“Fuck you, you arsehole. I’ll find you Fox and I’ll cut
your wife to bits in front of you.”

I rolled my eyes and huffed, “Are you not hearing me, you
obnoxious prick? My wife is now stroking your wife’s face like she’s a doll,
Ric. I… uhh, well I’d change your mind if I were you.”

“You bastard…”

I held my thumb and forefinger together with a tiny gap
for Ava to be aware of the level of hurt I needed her to administer this time,
“Just a tiddly bit, baby, just a munch.”

“A munch” she confirmed with a nod of her head, “I can do
munch
.”

She wiggled her bottom in delight as she sauntered around
to the front of Yvette and smiled widely at her. I frowned as Ava bent and
removed one of Yvette’s shoes.

What the hell was she doing now?

“These are pretty,” she murmured as she held the bright
red shoe in her hand and studied it with a slight maniacal bend in her neck.
“Where did you get them, Yvette?”

Yvette stared at her in bafflement as her jaw drooped low
but stuttered periodically with her small sobs as her chest juddered in perfect
rhythm, “I… uhh…”

“Can’t remember? I have a thing for shoes,” Ava chuckled
as she twisted her own six inch spiked heel boots around, showing Yvette her
choice for today. The overhead light reflected off the shiny material and made
me blink rapidly as it temporally blinded me.

“Do you like the heels, Yvette? They’re amazing aren’t
they?”

Yvette swallowed noisily as she nodded jerkily and I
couldn’t help but smile. My wife was a nutter. Simple.

“You wanna give them a try?” Ava asked as she smiled
warmly.

“Uhhh….”

“Yes?” Ava clapped loudly and then stomped the heel
straight through Yvette’s foot.

My fingers dug into my palms as I squinted against the
ear piercing squeal, my whole body vibrating at the glass shattering pierce.  My
teeth sank into my lower lip as the crunch of bone ricocheted around the room
when Ava removed her heel from the bridge of Yvette’s foot.

My chest heaved as lust hurtled through my blood stream,
gliding like liquid gold and stimulating each neuron it passed with a flash of
gratification as it simultaneously pulsed my cock with an intense longing and
primal need to fuck.

“Ric,” I hissed into the phone. “My wife is going to rip
your wife to bits unless you give me the words I’m waiting to hear.”

I could hear his profound irregular breaths through the
phone and I couldn’t hold back the staggered sinister laugh, my shock with my
wife’s… uhh, amazing? Yeah, fuck she was amazing but I had never expected this
level of ‘involvement’ from her, yet, I still wondered what fed her ability for
cruel and vice?

“Look Ric, I’m feeling quite bad for Yvette here, even if
you don’t give a shit. I just want you off William; I’m not here to fight for
the other jury members, just William and to be honest, just one verdict is not
gonna sway the end result is it?”

I could smell the burning from his brain through the
phone and I rolled my eyes again and turned back to Yvette, “My God, honey,
your husband is not rolling my way; you wanna try and persuade him?”