Page 19 of Beautiful Disaster

He turns to face me with an unreadable expression. His hand cups my jaw, but he doesn’t hurt me. I haven’t once felt threatened by him, except for that first time when he pushed me against the building. “You’re going to test me often; I can feel it.”

“That’s not a no.”

His hazel eyes dance and shimmer, but he doesn’t smile. “I don’t want any injuries. We will go over a list of requirements for you to prove your submission to me… after you fill out your form.”

“How often will I be here?”

“Oh, you will be submissive while you’re at home as well.”

“What fun is that?”

“Rewards are fun.

“True.”

“But yes, I will require you to be here at least two times a week. You pick which days. Talk to your employer, Julien.”

“Family. Julien is family.”

Mason drops his hand and nods. “Talk to him to make sure which days you can be here. I will be sure to have those days off from work as well.”

He turns and heads down the hall and stops in front of a closed door. He opens it and steps aside. “This will be your room whenever you’re here.”

The room is huge, as expected. It’s mostly creams and whites, with reclaimed wood beams in the ceiling. The furniture is rustic yet elegant. It even has its own fireplace. Cool. “Where are all the chains, handcuffs, and whips?”

“In my dungeon.”

My brows shoot up, and I grin. “Tell me you’re kidding.”

“I am. I only use a few tools. Hanging my subs from rafters and using painful tools on them isn’t what I enjoy. Impact play, yes, but nothing dramatic. It’s all about your submission. The openness and trust. That’s what I truly enjoy.”

I step up to him and rest my palm on his solid chest, as I’d done earlier. “Do I call you ‘Daddy’?”

“If you wish.”

“Are you going to call me ‘boy’?”

“No.”

I tilt my head and bite my bottom lip. “Bummer.”

“We may have an age gap between us, but I’m not into age play. You choose a name to call me. While you’re my submissive, you will use that name at all times, so choose wisely. Or you can just call me Mr. Vitali. You will not call me Mason unless we’re in public.

This time he pinches my chin a little more forcefully. “And no more sex-worker persona. This is your last warning. I need the real Jinx to submit, not someone he’s been trained to be.”

Honestly, I want to submit to him. It sounds fun, but it’s even more fun to push his buttons. I tilt my head down and take his thumb into my mouth. I look up at him as I suckle it. His hazel eyes are instantly blown black. Fuck, he looks like a demon. Hot.

“You are testing my limits and patience, Jinx.”

I only suck harder.

“Brat,” he rasps, yanking his thumb out of my mouth, and in one movement, I’m suddenly flung over his shoulder and dropped onto the bed.

My heart skips a beat, and my body is filled with a combination of residual fear and excitement.

I’m on my back, and he rests a knee on one side of me, towering, imposing. He’s so much bigger than I am. “Are you really so eager for a spanking, brat?”

I shrug one shoulder. “Maybe.” Pushing his buttons and watching him react is fun.