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  "Good." His reply is simple.

  The car pulls out of the driveway and we're on our way. I want to focus on the landscape outside the car window, but I find myself sneaking glances at Mason instead. The partition separating us from Filippe is up, and I feel safer knowing he can't see or hear us.

  "I wanted to tell you something," Mason says.

  He's running a hand through my hair absentmindedly. I remembered him saying he liked it down and left it natural today, just freshly washed and falling in big waves down my shoulders.

  "What is it?" I ask him, genuinely curious.

  "It's about Luca."

  His words make me freeze on the spot, but Mason coaxes me into his lap, smoothing down my hair. I mewl, feeling the hardness of his cock between his legs, only a scrap of fabric separating it from my pussy. God, I want him.

  "I don't want to talk about him," I say weakly. "I really don't... Sir."

  He groans, obviously pleased I've remembered to address him properly.

  "I do," he says, as if it's as simple as that. "So we're going to talk about it, right the hell now."

  I squirm on his lap, but he grabs ahold of my wrists and makes me sit up straight on his lap.

  "I was married to Luca's mother," he tells me roughly. "She was older than me, about ten years. I met her at a business event and fell in love. I was pretty young. Pretty fucking stupid."

  I want him to go on, every pause he takes between sentences feeling like a cold shower. Finally, he speaks up again.

  "Luca was hers, from her first marriage. She never really gave a shit about him, though," he says. "And I had no clue how to raise a kid. Fuck, I wasn't even thirty at the time. I still have no idea."

  He rocks me on his hips and I listen to his hypnotizing voice, hoping he'll share more with me. And he does.

  "She... she left me after a few years," he explains. "She left Luca, as well. Said she'd give me money if I took care of the kid. I agreed. I needed to invest in some business, and the money she gave me helped."

  His hands form fists and I can tell he's not pleased about how it went down.

  "So he's been living with me, though he's really at school most of the time," he finishes. "And he's troubled. The thing with his mom... it's fucked him up. I don't know if he'll ever be normal. Not that the rest of us are."

  He quietens down and I play with a button on his shirt.

  "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" I want to know, and Mason shrugs, giving me an intense look.

  "I didn't want you to know about my dirty past," he says. "I didn't want you to think I was some kind of slimy bastard. I've repayed her all the money. I make enough by myself now, but Luca... he doesn't really have another place to go."

  I nod and press myself closer to his chest. I can hear the steady thumps of his heart and it makes me feel safe. We stay like that for a wile, my head resting on him, listening to his heartbeat. We've been driving for ages, but I don't really mind.

  "Cara," Mason finally says, and I stir from the state I'm in. "Sit back on your chair. I want to play a game with you now, sweetheart."

  I do as I'm told, feeling my pussy tingle as I climb off him and onto the car seat.

  "Take your tits out for me," Mason orders me, and I shiver under the weight of his order.

  "N-now?" I'm hesitating, but my fingers are already poised over the buttons of my blouse.

  "Now," he nods.

  I undo them slowly, one at a time. I don't take the blouse off, but I let it part and reveal my little tits to him, my puffy pink nipples tightening into buds under his watchful eyes.

  "Pretty girl," Mason murmurs, leaning over to me. "Such a pretty fucking girl."

  He's got his mouth pressed against my ear, his fingers gently going to my chest. I gasp, really loudly.

  "Shhh," Mason coos. "Quiet now, baby. Don't want Filippe to hear, do you?"

  I shake my head no and he starts caressing my skin, long, barely-there touches of my skin. Never on my nipples. All over my chest and down my tummy. I feel the familiar tingle between my legs, realizing my pussy's getting really fucking wet.

  He toys with me, touching me so lightly I can almost convince myself I'm imagining it.

  "I want to strip you naked," he whispers in my ear. "Right here. Make Filippe pull over and fuck you on the hood of this car, parting your whore legs wide and sliding into that pussy."

  I mewl, feeling myself drip on the plush leather of the chair.

  "More," I beg him in the smallest voice. "I want more, please."

  "Beg pretty, sweetheart," Mason grins against my ear.

  "Please, Sir," I mumble. "Please, touch me some more, say more things to make me wet."

  "I want to feel your wetness," he tells me. "Lick it, taste it, fucking feel it, princess. I want to sink my cock into your pussy and feed it to you later so you can taste yourself on my dick. I want to claim your sweet little ass."

  I squirm at his words, making Mason chuckle.

  "I'm going to do it eventually, baby," he promises me. "I'm going to own all of your holes."

  He keeps running his fingers along my skin and, combined with the whispered promises, it's driving me fucking insane. I'm realizing I'm going to leave a wet mark on the car seat when I get out, and it makes me blush even more.

  Just then, I realize the car's come to a stop. Mason grins at me and opens the door. I try to look outside and see where we are, but it's already gotten dark. We must've been driving for a while.

  Mason opens the door on my side, and offers me a hand to help me climb out of the car. I accept it gratefully, covering my naked ass. It makes Mason laugh.

  As soon as I'm out, I try to close the door, hide the wet mark I've left on his seat. But Mason notices it right away, and his eyes light up with mischief.

  "Filippe's not gonna be pleased about that soaked seat," he tells me, and I blush.

  I finally take a moment to look around us. We're in front of a house, and there's a long line of people waiting to be let inside. They're all staring at us, all of them in expensive clothes, ball gowns and tuxedos. I flush with embarrassment at my outfit, at what I'd done in the car.

  "I think you'll have to apologize," Mason tells me, and before I can stop him, he calls out for his driver. "Filippe, Cara here had a little accident in the car."

  The driver looks at me blankly, and I blush so much I'm sure I'll just catch on fire.

  "I..." I can't even get the words out. "I'm sorry for ruining your seat."

  "Go on, sweetheart, tell him what happened," Mason prompts me.

  "I..." I give him a helpless look, but he's unrelenting. "I let my pussy drip all over the car seat."

  "Good fucking girl," Mason tells me.

  Filippe walks away and I can feel dozens of eyes on me as Mason comes closer.

  "I hate you," I tell him, and he chuckles.

  "I know, sweetheart," he says simply. "You're about to hate me a whole lot more, though."

  I give him a blank look and he grins at me.

  "Get down on your knees and lick the seat clean," he says lazily. "Right the hell now. We're already late."

  I can feel the eyes on me, all the people standing in line. I don't know any of them and they don't know me. But they're going to remember this, that's for sure.

  I want to protest, but the thought of getting on my knees, exposing my cunt to everyone here, is somehow turning me on. Keeping my eyes trained on Mason, I sink to my knees on the asphalt.

  I turn around and brace my palms on the seat, fully aware that my pussy is out on display. I lean over and slowly start licking at the supple leather, tasting my own pussy on the seat. The fact he didn't give me a choice is almost liberating. I feel eyes on me and it almost makes me cum. I hold it back, but a long moan is ripped from my throat as I clean the car seat with my tongue.

  "Good girl," Mason tells me, the pride obvious in his voice. "Such a good girl. Now it's time to go inside, sweetheart. Let's get this party started."

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sp; Fifteen

  Mason

  Before we head inside, I have a final surprise for Cara.

  I walk her to the top of the stairs leading into the house, past the crowd gathering outside and waiting to be let in. When we're standing at the doorway, loud music blasting through the door, I reach for her swan-like neck, wrapping my big hands over it. I move her hair out of the way and she looks at me with those big, innocent eyes that are making me swell in my trousers.

  "I bought you something special," I tell her, and her face lights up.

  Underneath it all, Cara's still just a little girl that gets excited about pretty shiny things. It makes me chuckle as I pull a velvet box from my pocket.

  "What is it?" she asks excitedly, and I motion for her to open the box.

  Her hands shake as she reaches forward, slowly moving the lid of the box up. I look into her eyes as she stares into the jewelry laid out on a white silk surface.

  "Sir," she gasps.

  "Would you like me to put it on?" I ask her, and she nods excitedly.

  I take the body chain out of the box and place it back in my pocket. I walk behind her and kiss Cara's neck softly. She melts under my lips.

  "You'll have to take your shirt off for this, sweetheart," I mutter against her skin.

  Her hands shake as she undoes the buttons of her blouse, right there, in front of fucking everyone. I'm so damn proud of her. She hasn't questioned me once.

  I let my hands wander down her creamy skin, across her nipples and down her tummy. She arches her back against my chest and pulls off the blouse. I slip the body chain around her, thumbing the pretty Murano glass beads. It was the real reason I took her to see Massimo that day - I wanted him to make something perfect for Cara, just for tonight.

  The glass is cool and sexy as hell against my little girl. The body chain closes around a collar for her neck and she looks up at me with adoring eyes as I lock it in place.

  "Such a pretty slut," I tell her softly, caressing her pretty face. "Now get on your knees, sweetheart."

  Her eyes dart to the people crowding the entrance, all of them in expensive clothes and heels, a sharp contrast to her little outfit. Then, she bends down until she's on her knees, her eyes always on mine. If I'm not fucking careful, I'm going to cum in my damn pants.

  I lean down and pull a little chain from my pocket, carefully attaching it to her collar. She licks at my fingers when I brush them against her lips.

  I pull on the leash tightly and she crawls up to my leg, rubbing against my pants as I walk her inside the house. A bouncer opens the front door for us and then we're in.

  It's dark inside, with only a few spotlights here and there. There are people milling about and they all stop when they see me.

  Cara shrinks back behind my legs and I pet her, gently touching her pretty hair. We walk inside, me comfortably and confidently, and Cara crawling like the sexy little pet she is.

  I don't stop until we've reached out destination. When we get there, I help Cara climb on the armchair I've prepared for her. She pulls her knees up to her chest and gives me a scared little look that sends chills down my spine as people gather around us.

  "She's exquisite," someone commends me, and Cara blushes at the words.

  "It was well-worth the wait," a woman's voice, this time.

  "I can't wait to see her come alive."

  "She'll look pretty in tears."

  I reach for Cara, running my thumb across her lips. She's high on the adrenaline, and she looks into my eyes when she licks the tip of my finger.

  "Cara mia," I tell her simply. "Remember when I told you I was going to have an exhibition for my art?"

  She nods slowly, sucking on my finger, licking it in a way that makes me want to be inside her already.

  "Well, you're in it. I'm going to paint you here today," I explain. "The last portrait in your series. Innocence. Yearning. Submission. And today, Domination."

  Her eyes are fiery and I don't really know whether she's angry or excited. Probably a little bit of both.

  "Will you be a good girl for me and show my friends your pretty pussy?" I ask her, and her cheeks turn bright red.

  No one's allowed to touch her.

  All these people are friends, people I've known for a long time. I'm not going to let anyone hurt her. But this is the final step - little Cara Newton becoming so submissive she lets me have her in front of anyone.

  She parts her legs slowly as I kneel down in front of her, arranging her cute skirt.

  "Wider," I whisper against her thigh, and she obliges. "Wider. More, baby, more."

  I don't let her stop until her legs are on either arm of the chair, her pussy exposed. She's breathing heavily, her eyes glazed over.

  "You're gonna follow my directions now," I tell her, leaving a kiss on the inside of her thigh and making her shiver. "So be a good girl for me and put your hands on your neck.”

  I take my paints and set up in front of the canvas so I can get started. There's a crowd around us, people Cara will never see again. People she can bare herself to, because that's what she was made to do.

  I start to paint.

  I don't know how many hours passes. Like every other time I've painted, the time slips away from me and I get lost in my canvas, my paints, my muse.

  There's something special going on with Cara, too. She's living for this, breathing for the adrenaline rush of being sprawled naked like this for all these people. She's never looked beautiful, and it's as if there's a glow coming from within her, coloring her in beauty like I've never seen before.

  Her eyes are fixed on me, boring into my gaze and demanding I return the look. I barely have time to look at my canvas, I'm so fucking mesmerized by her. All I want is to stare at her, but I know I have to capture this beauty, this last shred of innocence she has, on canvas forever.

  I paint her the way she's going to look in a few minutes when I'm finished. With my hand in her mouth, hooking my thumb between her lips and making her suck it. A look of complete submission on her face.

  I can't wait to make her mine completely.

  It looks like she's completely forgotten about all the people around us. She's looking at me only, and her sweet pink pussy is glistening with wetness. She's turned on, she likes this. It makes me unbearably horny, and I finish my painting in a rush.

  The crowd parts when I move towards here, people milling about and making way for me to come to the armchair. I kneel in front of her, Cara's pussy laid out for me like an exquisite fucking dinner. I lick at the inside of her thigh, and in that moment, we're alone in the room. Just me and her, about to come together in the most carnal way possible. From this day on, she's mine, completely and utterly.

  "You did so well, cara mia," I tell her softly, pulling on the leash she's still wearing.

  It makes her arch her back from the chair and push her hips against my chin. I can fucking smell her, her heat and unbearable sweetness making my mouth fucking water.

  "Do I get a reward?" she asks, earning a tight tug on the leash around her neck. It makes her giggle, and it makes my cock swell impossibly in my trousers in return.

  "Be careful, little girl," I tell her. "Or you might get what you're wishing for."

  "Please," she mewls, right away turning into the submissive little slut I know her to be. "Give me what I deserve, Sir. You know you want to."

  I growl and then my mouth is on her. She gasps as I suck her clit between my lips, biting down gently on her sweetness and letting her amazing peachy taste wash over my mouth. She rocks her hips in my arms and I fucking eat her out because I can't stand not having her in my mouth anymore. I need to taste her on my tongue, I need to feel her dripping into my mouth. I'm going to lose it otherwise.

  "Sir," she gasps, over and over again. "Oh my fucking god, please, I want to cum."

  I can barely hear the people behind us, watching us and murmuring to one another. I briefly wonder how many guys are dealing with the same tightness in their pa
nts as I am. How many of them wish they were in my place, men and women alike.

  "Cum then, baby," I tell her softly. "Cum on my tongue, let me taste that sweet little pussy."

  Her eyes flutter closed and her hand moves between those whore legs. I smack it away when she tries to touch herself. She's so damn desperate to get off now, she'd do pretty much everything just to cum. Exactly how I want her.

  Her body's twitching, her pussy pulsating against my mouth. Her hands go to her tits instead and she tries desperately to suck on her own nipple, but she can't reach it. She's a fucking sight, and I can't keep my eyes off her as I fill my mouth with that delicious cunt.

  "Good fucking girl," I praise her as she starts to raise her hips from the armchair she's sitting in. "Now cum for me."

  She only needed to hear those four words.

  She comes apart loudly, moaning and screaming her release as she collapses in my arms, grinding her pretty cunt all over my face. I realize the orgasm isn't stopping, and push three fingers so deep inside her pussy she cries out.

  I fuck her relentlessly, never giving her a chance to take a breath. Her slutty leather skirt is riding high on her waist, exposing her soaked pussy to everyone in the room. I curl my fingers inside her and she screams.

  And then she fucking squirts.

  I keep my fingers curled up inside her cunt and drink from her, the sweetness leaking from her little pussy to fucking sweet for me to pass up. I lap at her, bite her clit, I make sure she's licked fucking clean when she's done. But she can't stop cumming, can't stop thrusting her hips into my face and begging in a small, broken voice, for me to fuck her.

  I step away, feeling dozens of eyes on me as I walk behind Cara. Once again, I put a finger in her mouth and pull out a flogger I've chosen for the occasion.

  She's never tasted pain before. I did spank her, it left her ass marked for a few days, but it was nothing compared to all the other things I wanted to do to her. Now, I let the leather tassels of the flogger glide along her tits, making her cum again and again.

  "Sweet little girl," I tell her. "You're so fucking perfect, you know that?"