Page 50 of Beautiful Disaster

I’ve also gotten used to his pet names. Sort of. I don’t get as triggered, at least. Then again, we haven’t delved deeply into this yet.

“Hey. I’m… glad to be here, too.” It’s hard to be chill when I have the pent-up energy of a puppy surging through me.

He holds out his hand, still smiling. “I’ll take your bag.”

I hand it over and follow him up the stairs. Instead of putting my bag in the room he assigned to me, he puts it in his. Thank god I don’t have to ask. Getting to sleep with him is part of the deal, instead of a reward.

“You can use the other room if you need some privacy.”

“I’m good,” I say that now, but last time, it was the first place I ran to when I crashed out.

“Did you do all that I asked?” he says, placing my bag on a chair next to the window.

“I did, sir.”

He had a strict diet for me today, where I had to eat because I’ll need my energy, but nothing that would interfere too much with sex.

I pull out the paper and hand it to him. He takes it and reads my test results. “Excellent. No more condoms.”

“It’s gonna be weird. I don’t think I’ve ever had sex without one.”

“You can tell the difference, but if you feel more comfortable with them, we can still use them.”

“Nah, I’m good… sir.”

I hope he lets me please him. I’ve yet to really explore his body. It had been all about me last time. That’s also something I never got to experience during my hooker years, except for giving blow jobs, so that’ll be new for me.

“Remove all your clothes and meet me downstairs in the living room. I have a couple of gifts for you.”

“But I haven’t done anything to deserve them.”

Mason smiles and pinches my chin. “This serves a purpose. Instead, say thank you, brat.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

I gnaw on my bottom lip, and his eyes watch the movement. He plucks it out and slips his thumb into my mouth. I suck on it, and his eyes explode to black. He pushes down on my tongue, forcing me to open my mouth, then shoves it deep into my throat, making me gag before pulling it out. “You’re going to suck my cock tonight.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“I want to see watering eyes as a thank you for your gifts.”

“Yessir.”

He grabs my throat but doesn’t pull me close. “Are you nervous in any way?”

I look him dead in the eye and say, “No, sir.”

He nods and drops his hand. “When you come down, you’ll not say a word and keep your eyes averted until I allow you to look at me.”

“I will, sir.”

“Jump to it, then.” He turns and walks away. Once the door is closed behind him, I strip down and fold my clothes neatly on the chair with my bag.

Good thing I’m comfortable in my own skin. I spent years working on my confidence with my body, especially with all the scars and what was done to it. It helped that Julien is covered in them, too. It makes me feel less alone.

Mason has the heat on a little higher than last time. As I head downstairs, I smile at the little detail to keep me warm.

I step into the comfortable living room where he has the fireplace roaring. He’s sitting in an expensive leather chair by the fire, and a wrapped box is next to him on the side table. He has a long leg crossed over the other, his arms folded on his lap, waiting patiently for me.