Page 17 of Scary In Love
Mason
“Why don’t you start by telling me about things you’ve enjoyed in the past? If you’re comfortable?”
This is usually a good way to ease ourselves into the subject, but Jenna puffs out a harsh sigh and looks at her hands.
“Truthfully, Mason, I don’t have a lot of experience, and I don’t mind telling you that.
You know, I’ve lived here my whole life, my closest friends are my residents, and I still live at home.
Any relationships I’ve had have been the short-lived kind where I sneak them in and out without waking my parents. ”
“So you’ve never had a screaming orgasm?” I ask. Her eyes widen as she looks back up at me. “I’m sorry. That was too much.”
“No, it wasn’t. It’s actually refreshing to talk to someone like this, but you’re right. Being loud isn’t an option.”
“But you’d like it to be?”
She lifts one shoulder, feigning indifference. “I don’t think I’d hate it. I can get pretty loud in my head, but they’re just fantasies.”
Fantasies I’m dying to make her reality.
“Tell me about them.”
Most people need a little time to warm up to these discussions, and silence is a useful tool. The longer I let it stretch out between us, the deeper she’ll get .
“What’s in this for you?” she asks.
“I enjoy creating situations and experiences that make you feel good. This isn’t about me.” I wait to see if she understands what I’m saying.
“Are you some kind of pleasure dom or something?”
“Bingo.”
“For real? I thought that was just fictional men.”
The thrill I get from eliciting a reaction from people is difficult to describe. Watching our guests shriek, and scream, and laugh, and panic. The moment their fear drops into relief. People show you their rawest emotions in a haunted house. They can’t hide them.
Scaring people doesn’t arouse me at work, but it makes sense those feelings would carry into the bedroom. I’ve always been much more interested in a partner’s pleasure than my own.
There’s nothing like bringing someone to the edge of ecstasy and then ripping it away, or overstimulating them to the point of exhaustion.
And when they think they can’t handle any more, you push them until they prove to themselves that they can.
It’s been a while since I’ve had someone to play with like that, but watching Jenna get lost in my touch, my words, my actions…
Fuck. I’m getting hard just thinking about it.
I bet she would look so pretty with tears of pleasure running down her face.
“What if I’m not the right person for this?” she asks quietly. “For you?”
I want to reach out and touch her, to prove just how wrong she is.
“There hasn’t been one single thing I’ve learned about you that I haven’t liked, but I want to know everything. So, let’s work through this list, and you can be totally honest with me. There are no right or wrong answers here. Are you ready? ”
“Okay,” she says, sighing heavily and stretching her neck from side to side. “This is fucking nuts, but okay.”
“Do you have a safeword?” I ask, knowing that’s the best place to get started.
“I like the traffic light system. Assume you’re familiar?”
“Yes, but just to check, red means stop, yellow means slow down, green means keep going?”
“Correct.”
“Good. We need to trust each other to respect those words. You can use them anytime you like. I’m not interested in hurting you, even if I enjoy the illusion of it. No matter what we do together, you always have the power, even if I make you feel powerless. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
She’s cautious at first, but her answers confirm my suspicions about what she enjoys, and once Jenna opens up, there’s no holding back.
It’s a crime that she hasn’t had much opportunity to explore the things she’s curious about, her deepest and darkest desires.
Soon she’s answering before I’ve even finished the question.
“Oh, just give me the clipboard.”
Fired up and impatient, she snatches it from my hand, plucks a pen from the pot on my desk, and rushes through the rest of the questions. When she’s finished, she pushes it back in my direction with a smug smile.
I glance down at the page where she’s checked every ‘yes’ box. Shaking my head, I pull the paper free, tear it in half, and shove it in my pocket.
Jenna gasps, then pouts. “But I said yes! ”
“Nobody is into everything . If you tell me you have no limits, you’re giving me permission for things I don’t think you’ve really thought about. You’re really okay if I feed you dog food until you throw up?”
She screws up her nose. “Ew, no. I don’t want that. Was that on there?”
“Not specifically, but that’s why we’re talking about this stuff. Your curiosity is a gift that you need to handle with care. We can’t do anything if you don’t take this seriously.”
I slide open the bottom drawer of my desk and lift out the spare copy I printed for this exact reason.
“You knew I’d mess up?”
“No, but I had a feeling you might have a bratty side. Are you wearing underwear right now?”
Her head snaps back, mouth forming a pretty O-shape. “What did you say?”
“Underneath your skirt, which is very cute, by the way, are you wearing anything?”
She toys with the hem. “Uh, yes.”
“Stand up and take them off.”
I lean back in my chair and wait, watching her swallow hard. Her eyes flit from side to side, and I can practically see her brain sparring with itself. Part of her wants to defy me, I can tell, and the other part wants to do exactly as she’s told.
It’s a test, but she clears her throat, stands up and reaches underneath her skirt. I watch her hook her thumbs into the elastic and push her underwear slowly down her thighs. She steps out of them and presents them to me, dangling on the tip of one finger.
I’d love to shove them in my other pocket and keep them, maybe wrap them around my dick when I crawl into bed later, but I shake my head.
“Put them in your mouth.”