Page 42 of Beautiful Disaster

The drive home is slow due to the slickness of the back roads, but thankfully they’ve been plowed. Durango is usually quick about clearing them after a snow.

Still, I kind of wish we’d been snowed in. This weekend was fucking rough on me, but it was also strangely cathartic. I hadn’t expected that. I’m tired, but my head’s pretty clear. Getting everything out has freed me in a way. Mason doesn’t know everything, but he knows most of it.

I stare out the window, avoiding him, but he doesn’t let me sink into a mood. I also avoid the small red and black box sitting between us, even though I’m about to croak with curiosity.

“You will text me no less than four times a day. I want to see you working on school, doing your job, and I’d like you to do some research on Dom/sub culture.”

“Do you need me to send you regular dick pics?”

“Jinx… For that, you’ll be edged for the entire day when you return to me.”

“Can’t wait.”

He huffs a laugh. “Brat.”

“You didn’t say no.”

“Naughty is what you are.”

He definitely didn’t say no.

I look at his profile while he drives. His scruff is more pronounced since he didn’t shave today. I like his nose. It’s got a bump on it. It’s not perfect—an imperfection on an otherwise beautiful face. Then my eyes land on the box again. Because I’m about to fucking explode, I ask, “What’s in the box?”

“That’s for you.”

“You got me a gift?”

“Mmm, sort of.”

“What’s a ‘sort of’ gift?”

He looks at me before his eyes are back on the road. “I suppose you can open it now.”

I instantly reach for it, untie the ribbon, and remove the lid. Inside is a gleaming chrome butt plug. I snort a laugh. “Aww, think I’ll miss your cock?”

“Jinx… behave. You are to wear it on and off throughout the day until you return to me next weekend. I expect a picture of you wearing it to prove that you are. I need you to be obedient the entire time you’re away.”

The box is holding another small box. A cock ring. “How often do you want me wearing this one?”

“Once a day for no more than twenty minutes.”

“You want a pic of that, too?”

“I do.”

“I thought you said no dick pics.”

“Never said that.”

We finally pull up to my place, and he puts the truck in Park before turning to face me. “Need I remind you not to masturbate? No coming, Jinx. I mean it. I’m going to trust you to obey me.”

“I won’t, Daddy.”

Mason grabs my face and pulls me close, then he kisses me, almost aggressively, like he’s branding me with his mouth and tongue. When he lets go, I’m out of breath.

He stares out the windshield at the house. “Beautiful home. I think this is the largest cabin I’ve ever seen. The snowman is a nice touch.”

I smile at that. We play in the snow a lot. While most of us are grown-ass adults, none of us had a childhood. “I love it here. We used to live in a rundown motel on Figueroa Street in LA, which is pretty much hooker central. It was hot, gross, and I hated it there. This is…” I breathe out a heavy sigh. “This place is all about home and healing, for all of us. We wouldn’t be here had Julien not arrived in our lives when he did. It’s only because he has money that allows us to live like this, and he’s fucking generous with it.”