“I like you naked.”
“Maybe we could do not naked for a while, like normal people.” She peered up at him, waiting for his response.
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Mason nodded. “I can do normal. I’m sure of it.” He reached for the television remote. “Maybe we could watch a movie.” He was nowhere near as sure of anything as he tried to sound. He didn’t do normal. Ever. He wanted to throw her over his shoulder, haul her to the bedroom, strap her down, and have his way with her. That was normal. Not this. This was so far from normal, his hands shook.
Jenna giggled again in his lap, the vibrations making him squeeze her to hold her still. If he was going to do normal, she was going to have to sit still. His cock couldn’t take any more.
Mason scanned through the choices on the television, but he felt Jenna’s gaze on him instead. She wasn’t paying attention to the screen at all. She toyed with his chest, her fingers dancing around his nipples. “Fuck normal,” she blurted.
Mason froze and lowered the remote. Thank God.
“Show me.”
Mason swallowed. “Show you what?”
She squeezed his chest with her hand, molding her fingers around his muscle. “Your world.”
“You want to go to the club?” He wasn’t sure he was following her meaning.
She shook her head. “Not particularly. Another time. Show me here.”
“Here? In my house?”
She grinned. “Yeah.”
He paused, trying to read her face. If he took her here, in his home, it would be under his terms. His way. Was she ready for that? Did she really understand what she was asking for?
He hadn’t ever brought a woman here, not for any reason. He’d never had a woman who crossed over into his everyday life. He sure hadn’t dominated anyone at home.
Not that he couldn’t—he just hadn’t considered it.
Her chest beat against his as she chewed her bottom lip, waiting for his response.
“I could do that.” It wasn’t as though he didn’t have the props. He kept all his toys in a duffle bag he brought with him to Extreme on weekends. He didn’t have any large items like benches or crosses, but he did have everything else. Could Jenna submit to him, though?
“I want you to.” She sat up and nervously ran her hands through her hair. “Introduce me so that when you do take me to your club, I’m more prepared.”
Mason held her steady, gripping her shoulders and looking deep into her green eyes. Could he read her well enough to know when he was pushing her too far? “You would give up control to me?”
She nodded. “You make my blood boil every time I’m near you, every time you speak. I want to know what else there is.”
“This is serious for me, Jenna. It’s not a game. It’s not just simple role play. It’s my life.”
She nodded. Her voice was barely a whisper when she spoke. “I know.”
“You need a safe word if you’re going to sub for me.”
“Okay.”
“Red.”
“Red. Got it.”
“Yellow if I’m pushing your limit.” He angled his head so he was staring at her intently, trying desperately to read her better. This wasn’t like any other role he’d played. At Extreme the women he met and dominated came there for that purpose.
This was Jenna. He actually felt something for her. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her irrevocably. Even unintentionally.
Mason stood and lifted Jenna to her feet. “Come on.” He nodded behind him and then led her down the hall to his bedroom.
When he stepped inside, he waited a bit for her to look around.
“Pristine. You’re so type A.” She laughed and wandered around, touching his comforter, the deep navy blue looking like midnight next to her skin.
“I’m not. Really. I told you I was trying to keep my mind off things this morning. And this was the result.”
She turned to face him, her expression uncertain. “So what do I do?”
He sauntered toward her. “Obey.”
Her breath hitched.
“Submissives say it’s very freeing to let go and give up all control to someone else.” He tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear and then tipped her chin up to his gaze.
“Have you ever been on the submissive side?”
“No.”
“What makes you want to dominate someone? Why is it so important to you?”
He ran his hands down her arms and twined his fingers with hers. “It’s humbling, I suppose. When someone gives their free will to me, it’s like a gift. It’s my responsibility to see to their needs first and ensure they reach their goals. It’s powerful and a huge responsibility.”