Page 117 of Beautiful Disaster

I grin and head downstairs. Once I’m outside, I walk through the beautiful courtyard that’s been landscaped to perfection. Too bad the wisteria is no longer in bloom. It’s one of our favorite spots to unwind after working on the house all day. We sip sangria in the shade, inhaling the grape scent of the blooms. Jinx and I love to sit under the canopy of trees, surrounded by a lush garden, listening to the silence, broken only by buzzing bees and singing birds.

I walk along the stone pathway, flanked on either side by boxwood. When I reach the barn, I stop, lean on the entryway with folded arms, and watch him sand with the electric sander, gently removing old paint and varnish.

His freckled, tanned skin is covered in dust and sweat. He’s wearing a backward baseball cap, which does something weird to my dick for some reason. Jinx has also grown out some scruff on his face, no longer shaving cleanly. It makes him look older. He’ll be twenty-one soon. Next month. I’ll have to do something special for him. Maybe we can take a weekend-long trip to Vernazza and let him go for a swim.

When he finally notices me, he smiles and pulls down his goggles under his chin. “Has anyone told you how sexy you look covered in spattered paint?”

“You’ve repeatedly told me that for the past year.”

“I guess we’ll have to find more painting projects for you then. You look like a goddamn painting.”

“Jinx…” I warn.

“What fucking now? What the fuck did I do wrong?”

I chuckle and stalk toward him. He sucks in his bottom lip and backs away from me. “You really want to be punished, don’t you?”

“My ass is itching for your hand, Daddy.”

“Is it now?”

He nods slowly, still moving back until the space is eaten up and he’s pressed against the wooden wall. His eyes are mischievous, his body stance coy. He loves to tease me and push my buttons. Hell, I love it, too.

With one arm resting above his head, I tug on the ring around his neck, pulling him close. He no longer has the bracelets unless we’re serious about our playtime. They’re too much of a pain to wear as we work on the house.

“Are we in a naughty mood, my pet?”

“Only when you walked in, covered in paint, all sweaty and sexy. Dirty, dirty, Daddy.” He snorts a laugh. “I really need to put that on a T-shirt.”

“And you’re covered in sawdust. Very hot.”

I brush my nose against his neck, inhaling faint notes of his body wash, but mostly he’s earthy from fresh sweat. It’s like an aphrodisiac. I run my tongue along the skin of his throat, tasting salty. There’s something feral about wanting to take my husband when he’s dirty and sweaty.

I press my lips to his throat and move up along his scruffy jaw, his cheek, then his mouth. He keeps his hands flat against the wood because I haven’t permitted him to touch me. He falls into the sub role so well. It’s almost instinctual at this point, unless he wants to be naughty, which is almost all the time.

Our tongues dance and taste, our teeth nip, and our lips suck.

“Turn around,” I order when I pull away. “Keep your hands pressed against the wall.”

Jinx does exactly as he’s told, his face turned to the side, watching me out of the corner of his eye.

“Are you going to spank me, Daddy?”

“I haven’t decided yet. I may just fuck the hell out of your sweaty ass.”

“I love it when you talk all naughty.”

Jinx is definitely the dirty talker around here. Way more than I am. Once he was inside me the first time, he just freely started expressing himself. It was a beautiful sight, so much so that I’ve had him inside me often since.

My hand slips inside the band of his cargo shorts and underwear. I graze his crease, rolling the tip of my finger over his hole. He shudders beneath me, making my cock swell. I push my hardness against him, showing how much he turns me on.

I’m afraid of the day I won’t be able to get it up while he remains young, but today isn’t that day.

“Do you want me pegging that spot? Do you want me eating that ass? Or would you rather I leave my handprints on that pristine skin that hasn’t seen the light of day for years?”

“Ooh, choices, choices. I like it when Daddy lets me choose.”

“I’m special like that,” I growl in his ear. We definitely have a unique relationship. I love it so much. I didn’t think I’d enjoy giving up any sort of control, but it’s so easy with Jinx. It’s lessened our Dom/sub dynamic, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Jinx and I are a perfect balance. Yin and Yang.