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Jenna stared at him and let him continue.

“My only relationships have been inside these walls for a long time. I don’t know any other way. I haven’t craved anything else for as long as I can remember. I like to dominate women. Not that I hurt anyone. I’ve never left a permanent mark. I just like the appeal of a sub giving up her control to me and letting me take her places she wouldn’t ordinarily go. Does that make sense?” He narrowed his gaze at her wide eyes.

She shook her head. “Not at all.”

He smiled. “I didn’t think it would. It’s hard to explain.”

“So, you’ve never had a girlfriend? You don’t go to dinner, the movies, bring a woman home with you?”

“Nope.” He shook his head.

“What is this, then?” She nodded between them.

“I have no idea. It’s scaring the shit out of me.” He squeezed her biceps and held her closer. He opened his mouth to say more and paused a beat. “You didn’t run,” he muttered.

“Not yet,” she whispered.

He hadn’t banked on this possibility. He’d thought of nothing but Jenna and her milky white skin for weeks, the way she came undone at his touch. The way her face and chest flushed under his gaze. The way her lips felt when he’d kissed her. He rarely kissed anyone. It was so personal. Intense.

The only way he’d known to purge himself of this obsession was to drag her from her home tonight and parade her around his real life until she fled.

His plan had backfired, and now he was standing in Extreme in a dark corner, holding a woman against him, and wanting her like never before. His cock swelled against her belly. His legs shook with the need to consume her.

He had to close his eyes and take deep breaths to avoid pressuring her into something she couldn’t possibly handle right then. What he really wanted to do was strip her down and lay her over the bench where Katy had just been. He wanted to see what her ass looked like all pink against white until she writhed with pleasure and begged him to fuck her.

And he knew that’s what would happen. She wasn’t cognitively aware of it yet, but she would need the release. She wouldn’t be a pain sub. She would need to come under his hand if he strapped her down.

Mason moaned as he pictured her beneath him, begging for release. He whipped his eyes open when the sound came from his lips.

She still stared up at him, her face completely red. “I should go talk to Katy.”

“Yeah. I’ll take you to her.” Katy didn’t know yet Jenna had watched the scene, but it wasn’t as though Jenna would keep the secret and lie to her friend. It would be easier to face her now.

Mason released Jenna and reached for her hand. He led her to a row of couches where he knew Rafe would be.

As they approached, Katy lifted her head from Rafe’s shoulder. She smiled and sat up straighter next to her husband. She patted the sofa next to her, indicating Jenna should take a seat.

Rafe had already prepared Katy. Thank God.

Jenna sat next to her friend, and Katy wrapped her arms around Jenna’s shoulders.

When Katy released Jenna, she pulled back, and they stared at each other for moments.

Rafe stood and nodded toward the bar, indicating Mason should join him.

Mason reluctantly agreed. He didn’t want to let Jenna out of his sight. He’d brought her here, and he intended to see to all her needs while she was with him, but Rafe was right. The girls needed time alone.

Perhaps they could grab two seats at the bar and Mason would be able to keep half an eye on Jenna.





Chapter Eight


Jenna took a deep breath. “How come you never told me?”

Katy chuckled. She shook her head. “I didn’t think you’d want to hear about this.”

“We’ve been friends for years. You can tell me anything.” She pouted, but it was fake. In reality she knew this was huge, and she never would have understood without seeing for herself. She wasn’t entirely sure she understood even being here. It was surreal, as though she’d stepped into an alternate universe.

“I started coming here with Rafe when we first met. I fell into the lifestyle and realized I loved it. But it isn’t something a person blabs to all their friends. I’ve been very quiet about it.”

“Apparently. Even with me.”

“You’re so—”

“Don’t say it.” Jenna shook her head. “If I hear one more time this evening how sweet and innocent I am, I’ll vomit.”

Katy smiled. “Well, if the shoe fits…” She squeezed Jenna’s hand and held it in her lap. “You’ve had enough issues of your own over the last few years. You didn’t need to deal with this on top of it. And besides,” she glanced down at where their hands lay tangled on top of Katy’s blanket, “I love you. I didn’t want to risk losing you as a friend if you couldn’t handle this. Selfish?” She lifted her eyes.