Page 81 of Beautiful Disaster

“Jesus, so late?”

“I was up earlier because I had to tend to the horses, not that this ass clown here will ever let me sleep in.” I kiss the cat on the head and set her down. She scampers off to her food bowl and munches on her kibble.

“You’re even showered.”

“Well, I was covered in horse shit. You can take one. I have a spare towel. It’s small, but the water pressure will wake you right up.”

Mason stands and stretches again. “I left my bag in the main house.”

I nod my head toward the door to my place. “It’s there. I brought it in earlier. There’s fresh coffee, too.”

He leans forward and presses a kiss to my cheek. “Thank you, Precious.”

I watch his ass move as he walks over to grab his bag. “Fix me a cup for when I get out of the shower.”

“Yessir,” I say, smiling, glad that we’re back on our sessions. “But I expect playtime when you’re done.”

Mason peeks from the bathroom door, raises a brow, and smirks. “I’m eager to be in that ass of yours. Be sure you’ve earned it, though.”

“I’ve been a saint,” I yell back as he closes the door behind him.

“That you have, Precious.”

I smile, hop off the table, and strip out of my clothes. I head to my kitchen and pull out some oats and blueberries to make him breakfast. I ate earlier, but only a little because I’m ready to get pounded.

By the time Mason’s showered, shaved, and teeth brushed, I have his meager meal ready with a steaming cup of coffee, just the way he likes it.

He’s wearing a pair of joggers and a form-fitting T-shirt. I wish he were naked, too, but such is our dynamic.

When he sits at the small table, I plop onto his lap. He smiles at me and pats my ass, partially hanging off his thighs.

“I’m going to feed you,” I tell him.

I scoop up a spoonful of oatmeal with honey and blueberries and bring it to his mouth. He takes a bite, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Thank you, my pet.” It’s a weird rush to please him. I get high on it. However, it can be just as fun to be a brat and get punished.

I hand him his mug, and he takes a sip, then I feed him another bite.

“You’re being especially good this morning,” he says when he finishes his breakfast. “You must really want to be rewarded.”

“I definitely want you inside me.”

I reach for the small box, sitting on the chair next to me, out of his sight. He takes the proffered box and looks at me questioningly. “I thought I was the one who was supposed to get you gifts.”

“This is something for us.”

The box is unwrapped, so he just lifts the lid and takes out the chain with the velvet strap. “Jinx, is this a leash?”

I nod and swallow. “Yeah.”

“Are you sure?” He tugs on the ring around my chain. “Because this can just be for us, but we don’t actually have to use it.”

“I want to. I want more. Every time we do this together, I feel more and more whole. My past doesn’t control me as much as it used to. It’s there, and it’ll never go away, but I feel stronger each time. You’re reminding me every day that I can find safety in sex.”

He cups my face and pulls me into a much-too-short kiss. “This… Jesus, it means so much to me. Your trust. I’m… you’re inspiring.”

I bite my bottom lip and smile, nodding at the box. “There’s more.”