Tolerance (Heart of Stone) (38 page)

I pulled back and stroked his cheek with my thumb “Marry
me Mason?” I asked softly. He pulled back and looked at me, his eyes wide and
bright, his lips parted and his breathing heavy. He closed his eyes for a
second and then opened them and gazed at me “You mean it Ava?” he asked quietly
and I nodded “More than anything Mason, I love you and I can’t live without
you. I need you, I want you and I die a little each time we’re apart. I want to
be with you for the rest of my life. I’m yours…if you want me?” a large happy
grin erupted on his face “Oh baby” he breathed and took me in another kiss,
this time hard and full as he said yes in that kiss. His passion, his acceptance,
his need and his love exploded into me through his kiss and I pulled him
further into me

“Make love to me” I whispered and he pushed me slowly
down onto the bed and his hands slid down me and opened my towel. His kisses
lowered down to my jaw as he nibbled his way across it and his hand gently
caressed me, his touch loving and gentle.

His mouth moved down my neck and he oh so softly sank his
teeth into my skin. I moaned long and slow, my arousal coursing through me as I
tugged gently on his hair. His lips found my hard and ready nipple and he
gently stroked it with his tongue as his hand cupped and caressed me. I arched
my back and pushed myself into his mouth. He sucked at me then softly blew on
my wet nipple and I breathed heavily “I need you Mason, I need you inside me,
with me” one hand slid down my belly and over my mound as he cupped me and
stroked along my groove “Oh baby, you’re so ready for me” he whispered against
my nipple as he continued to worship it. I nodded and pulled him further up me
“Now Mason
please
” I pleaded and his hands slid
underneath me, lifted me and nudged me further up the bed. He settled between
my legs as I wrapped them around his hips and he gently pushed into me.

We both sighed heavily as we joined as one, our souls
uniting and dancing together. His plunges were firm but gentle as he rocked
into me; his mouth and teeth grazing my neck as I lifted my hips to meet his
every thrust. “Oh God Ava, you feel so good” he breathed and sank his teeth
into my shoulder delicately “Ahhhh” I moaned as I clutched his arse and pulled
him deeper into me, right to the hilt and he groaned loudly “Baby, come with
me” he breathed and he started to drive harder into me as we both hit fever
pitch and our warm breaths collided as he took me in a fevered kiss as he
ploughed into me. I felt one long push from him that ignited both our climaxes
and we cried each other’s names together as we ground our hips into each other,
the need to take each other deeper and I struggled to see where I ended and he
started as our bodies entwined together, a mixture of limbs and love as my soul
clung to his “I love you baby” I breathed into his neck “so so much Mason”.

He rolled us over so I was laid out on top of him and we
fell asleep, Mason still buried deep inside me, our need to be joined for a
little bit longer.

Things settled down for a few of weeks and I was
constantly looking over my shoulder for Dane but we hoped he had fulfilled his
revenge and that was the end of things. Greg declared his undying love for
Courtney and he asked her to marry him, so we had a double engagement party.

Katie and George were growing stronger and happier every
day and Mason and I were thoroughly enjoying parenthood…they were an absolute
joy. His mother had become a familiar figure in our lives as her and Mason
tried to build back their relationship.

I was visiting my psychologist twice a week and I had
high hopes. Everything seemed to be running smoothly for once but I should have
known not to get too comfortable, this was my life I’m relaying to you and you
should know by now that my life was never simple or easy.

I was leaving the counselling session late one evening
and as I walked across the dark car park I heard a noise behind me. I froze and
spun round “Hello Ava” Dane sneered as he slung an arm around my throat and
held a cloth to my nose and my last thought was that I hoped Mason took care of
my babies….

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book in

‘Heart of Stone’ #3

Resolution

Another NSC Industries novel

By D H Sidebottom

Coming soon

CHAPTER 1

I had been here about eight days, or so I reckoned with
the coming and going of daylight, in the small room, the dusty, dirty run down
room. I have no idea where the room was, I hadn’t left it since I woke up here.

I missed my babies with my very core and I hoped they
were being cared for and showered with love. I know Mason would be going insane
and he had probably scored by now and it was this particular notion that
enraged me; not the fact I was handcuffed to a dingy bed in a filthy room,
being raped and beaten every day but the fact that Danes actions will have
forced Mason back onto the cocaine and I hated him for it.

It had been three months since Mason had got high and I
had been so proud of him and the fact that Dane’s actions would now set him
back, once again having to see Mason struggle with the daily cravings and the
hunger angered me. He could do any of the things he had been doing to me but
now he had hurt Mason I was desperately trying to work out a plan to escape…I
needed to get to my man!

I needed to pee and my throat was dry, I knew he would be
here soon and I thought I’d rather wet myself than look at Dane…the ugliness,
the evilness and the damn cocky smile that I was eager to rip of his face.

I was naked and filthy and handcuffed to the bedframe, my
poor body was covered in bruises, welts and cuts where Danes frantic thrusts at
me had seen him clawing at my skin as though he wanted to climb inside me,
inside my soul.

He was frightening, the pure vehemence in him but he also
had a steel calmness to him and it was this that terrified me, the way his eyes
were dead but still held an icy glint, the way his lip curled at one side
making him look malevolent and crazed.
His laughter, the high
pitched crazy cackle that tore through my very soul.

I scanned the room for the thousandth time, hoping to
spot something that could help me get out. Apart from a broken wooden table
that was held up with telephone directories and a bedside table that held the
plastic bottle of water that Dane would let me drink from, oh and don’t forget
the chain and hook that hung from the middle of the ceiling, we mustn’t forget
that…I don’t think I would ever forget it.

There was nothing…absolutely fucking nothing that would
help get me out of here and I was sure I was going to go crazy but I was damn
determined not to, I didn’t want to go there again, knowing that the last time
I broke I had hurt Mason so much, his pain and turmoil as I clawed at myself
and begged him not to let the angels of hell take me had devastated him and
torn him in two. I wouldn’t let Dane break me, he didn’t deserve that, he
didn’t deserve any of my emotions. I knew that’s what he wanted, to hear my
cries and screams as he tortured or raped me but I wouldn’t let myself give him
that.

 
I heard a noise
outside the door and I held myself still, gearing myself up for him. I took a
deep breath as the door opened and Dane stood jeering at me “Good morning
sweetheart” he smiled happily as he walked into the room. I bit my lip and took
a quick glance at the item in his hand and my heart jolted, it was his
favourite choice. He smiled sickly at me “How are you feeling this morning
Ava?” he asked as he did every morning. I nodded but refused to look at him as
he strolled towards me and round the bed to the bottle “Thirsty? I bet you are.
Let me help you with that Ava” he picked up the bottle and unscrewed the cap
and as his hand settled behind my neck to tilt my head up he brought the bottle
to my lips. I took some large gulps, knowing this could be the last drink I got
today.

He sighed heavily as he spotted the handcuffs and his
finger stroked the edge of them “Oh Ava, look at your poor wrists” he shook his
head in pity “Why do you do this to yourself? Your beautiful skin is ruined
now” I had been desperately trying to free my hands from them and now the skin
was raw, bleeding and fucking sore but I still kept trying in my urgency to
escape

“You won’t get out of these sweetheart” he smiled and
shook his head at me and then leant into my ear “I had to get the professional
equipment for you Ava, I know how feisty you can be” he chuckled and I gulped
as his tongue swept up my cheek. He inhaled heavily “Ahhhh you always taste so
wonderful, the saltiness and sweetness of you makes me hard Ava” he shook himself
off and stood back up, his head tipped as he regarded me “Well let’s see what
we have for you today Ava” he scrunched his shoulders up in a happy grin and
held up the weapon of choice. “I know how much this turns you on sweetheart, so
I’ve decided to treat you today” his fingers stroked over my cheek as if in a
loving gesture and I swallowed and looked away.

His hand grasped my chin forcefully and he turned my face
to his “Look at me Ava” his grip tightened and I refused to flinch. I moved my
eyes to his and he smiled at my submission “See, I need to see those gorgeous
eyes sweetheart” his eyes perused my body and the glint in his eyes brightened

“I need the toilet” I rasped out, my throat sore and dry
from days of drought. His lip curled at the corners like it did every time I
asked for something “Well...?” he sneered with his eyebrows high in query and I
swallowed a breath, forcing myself to give in to him “Please could you take me
to the toilet Sir?” I asked quietly and slowly. He laughed “Oh you’re getting
so good at it now, we’ll get that obstinacy out of you soon” he leaned over me
and bit my breast hard enough to pierce the skin and I clenched my eyes shut
against the pain, forcing myself not to cry out.

I bit my lip desperately and this did make me wince,
having bitten them so much in the last week they were now covered in sores from
my teeth and the dryness of not having enough liquid. I clenched my thighs
together to stop the urine from leaking out, this was a speciality of his,
knowing that his bite would loosen my bladder and I would pee myself. The first
few times he had done it he had chastised me for wetting myself but now I was
starting to control it and it pleased him very much.

He stood back up and smiled at me “Did you know Ava that
your orgasms are fiercer and more intense if your bladders full” he told me and
I frowned.
Shit!!!!

I gulped “But I really need to go Sir, I don’t think I
can hold it while you make love to me” I winced inwardly at my words but I knew
they were expected. He regarded me for a while and then huffed “Alright but
only because you’ve been a good girl” he walked over to the table and picked up
the key for my cuffs “Now how do we behave Ava?” he mocked and I took a deep
breath “You are my…my master and I must…I must behave” I grated out and closed
my eyes at the nausea that rose.

He smiled merrily and kissed my cheek as he bent to
unlock the cuffs “Oh Ava, you have made me so happy sweetheart. I knew you
would love our little activities” he unlocked one and then moved around the bed
to the other one “You are such a whore that a fuck from anyone would sate you”’

 
I
don’t
think you’re a whore or a
slag
.
You are the most loving, caring warm person
I know Ava’
Masons voice shot into my head at Danes words and I smiled
faintly to myself and for the first time in my life I believed these words. I
wasn’t a whore; it was never my fault for everything that had happened to me.
These men took what wasn’t offered, never offered, but this little thought and
memories were what
were
getting me through these
horrendous days.

I rotated the wrist he had freed from the handcuff, the
other one still attached to one. The feeling of air and freedom made me sigh in
relief “Does that feel better Ava?” he narrowed his eyes on me, waiting for my
answer “Yes, thank you Sir” I breathed and cringed inwardly as he fastened a
cuff that remained on my right wrist to his wrist and he practically dragged me
to the bathroom as my legs wobbled from being immobile for so long.

I sat on the toilet, no longer embarrassed about peeing
in front of Dane, I didn’t care now. I eyed the shower longingly “Please can I
shower Sir?” I asked desperately. I knew his answer but I couldn’t seem to stop
asking. He scowled at me “Now
now
Ava, you know
better than that. You’re a dirty whore.
 
The filth is inside you not outside. A shower won’t help you” he shook
his head in frustration. I nodded and stood up when I had emptied my bladder
“All done?” he asked cheerfully and I nodded again. I swallowed heavily knowing
what would happen now. He grinned at me and walked me back into the room and
into the centre, below the chain.

 
I closed my eyes
and took a deep breath to prepare myself as I mentally calmed my mind and
willed away the trembles my body had launched.

He lifted my arms and handcuffed both hands to the hook.
‘
Baa
baa
black
sheep, have you any wool’
I recited in my head as the first crack of the
whip hit my back. The thrash across my already delicate skin smarted as a
thousand nerve endings in my skin screamed at me.