Page 82 of Beautiful Disaster

Mason takes out the silk blindfold next. “Christ, Jinx… I don’t know what to say. You have every right to fight against such things. I just… Wow.”

My heart is racing at his excitement. He’s obviously pleased. “I thought long and hard about this. I want you to be happy.”

He shakes his head and kisses my cheek. “I’m very happy. You didn’t have to do this to prove anything to me. Just the thought that you even did this leaves me… breathless.”

I finger the cold chain of the leash. “Will you speak Italian to me as you fuck me?”

“Naturalmente, lo farò. Qualsiasi cosa per te.”

“That’s so freakin’ hot. What’d you say?”

“Of course, I will. Anything for you.”

His hazel eyes gleam with pleasure. Fuck, I love making him happy, like I have this superpower in my hands. I’ve never been able to make others happy. Now, here I am, with this gorgeous man, who’s so damn easy to please. And he likes me back, or I think he does. He seems to.

I lift the leash and clip it to the ring on my necklace. “I’m your dog now,” I say.

“What color, Precious? I need you to be completely on board.”

I love how he always checks in on me.

“Green.” I make sure my tone makes it clear that I have no doubts. It always makes me a bit nervous, but I know at the end of it, I’ll be blanketed by comfort and pleasure. Mason gives me no reason to be afraid.

Still, triggers can happen at any time, and you don’t always know until they hit, but he’ll hold me through them.

“We’ll wait on the blindfold. And before you start arguing, which I can see in those lovely eyes of yours, we need to take one step at a time. Let’s see how you do with the leash first. Don’t rush things. We have all the time in the world.”

I relent. He’s right, but I also want him to be pleased. A freak out will just ruin the moment, anyway.

I nod in agreement.

“When we’re both ready, I’ll make sure you feel only pleasure. I’ll heighten your arousal through gentle stimulation.”

“Sounds really nice.”

Mason stands and takes me with him, carrying me in his arms before setting me down on my feet. It feels so safe and protective. I don’t wait for him to order me when I drop to my knees like a good dog. I don’t want him to tell me no, that I’m not ready. This is something new for me, so I don’t feel the expected triggers. Only trust in my Dom.

Uncertainty flashes in his eyes, but switches to determination. I know he’s doing it for me more than for himself. He squats and picks up the strap, gently tugging on the leash.

I crawl across my apartment to the other side, where my bed is. Mason sits and pats the mattress. I climb onto it and sit next to him, back on my knees.

Mason yanks on the leash, pulling me closer to him. We’re face-to-face as he watches for any signs of discomfort.

“I really like this,” he says before his lips are on mine, hard and forceful as he claims ownership, full of tongue and nips. My dick quickly swells. He keeps kissing me, deeper and harder, pushing me onto my back, still tugging on the leash.

“Are you prepped… for me? Did you… ready yourself when… you showered?” he asks between kisses.

“Yes… my body is yours.”

Mason pulls back and sits up. “Get me undressed and lube my cock.”

I sit up and lie across his lap as I reach for the bottle in my nightstand drawer. He gently pats my ass, then rubs it. When I relax on him, wanting to be touched some more, he tugs on the leash again. “Sit up and do as I asked you.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He doesn’t let go of the leash as we stand, and I reach for the hem of his T-shirt, pulling it over his head. I toss it to the floor and drag my fingers across his skin and through his chest hair. Down I go until I reach the elastic band of his joggers. As I fall to my knees, I take his pants and underwear with me and pull them off his feet, throwing them with his shirt.

I reach for the bottle on the bed and squirt some oil into my hand before slathering it over his cock. Once Mason feels he’s ready, he tugs me to stand and pushes me onto the bed. I scoot back, and he climbs on top of me, staring down at me like I’m his next meal. It makes me feel sexy and wanted. And he does, doesn’t he? He accepts all of me. All my faults and imperfections. He sees what lies deep inside and cares about me anyway. And I love him for it.