Page 13 of Power Struggle

Chapter Twelve

It takes me a stupid amount of time for his words to sink in. I’m so unbelievably overwhelmed right now. I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that I’m having some kind of episode. This doesn’t feel real. I’m still trying to catch up and wrap my mind around everything that’s happened tonight. How did an easy night of sex with a stranger at a Kink party turn into… this?

The man I’ve loved silently from the shadows for years but haven’t seen in months is on his knees, giving me not only his permission to do as I please with him but his submission. A man who, up until now, I’ve known as a bi-sexual Dom that’s quiet, reserved, kind, and brilliant.

“Why would you do this for me?” I breathe, too afraid to say the words any louder. My throat is burning as I try to keep a confused sob at bay. I swear I don’t usually cry this much. Tonight has been….a lot. Jack doesn’t respond, he barely shifts, and my eyes widen in surprise. He’s really doing this. Swallowing, I roll my shoulders back and place my hand gently on the top of his head. “Permission to speak,” I murmur.

His head bobs slightly but keeps his head bowed and directed at my bare feet, making me wish I’d kept my heels on. In fact, I’m not even sure when I took them off. “I’d do anything for you, Mistress.”

The sound of my preferred honorific on his lips hits me square in the gut. It’s one thing to give someone a pet name. It’s a whole other to refer to them as an honorific. It means something. It’s giving absolute trust and devotion. That alone proves how much he cares for me, but his words—they solidify it.

Can I do this with him? Sink into the role where I truly feel like myself? Give him my everything and hope—pray—he doesn’t change his mind about me? Jack isn’t just anyone. He’s Jackson…my Jackson.

“One night. One night to convince you that what we feel for each other is more than just attraction and chemistry.” He shifts, probably fighting the urge to look up at me as I fight a similar urge to run. “Let me show you what you mean to me. Come on. You owe me this, Addison.”

The fingers weaving through his hair absently pause and turn to a deathly grip as I wrench his head back without thought. His eyes are wide as he looks up at me. “Try that again, Pet,” I demand, my voice lower than he’s likely ever heard it before.

Jackson’s beautiful green orbs flare with lust, and his tongue pokes out, wetting his lower lip. The sight of him looking up at me, filled with desire, has my core instantly flooding my already-soaked panties. My pussy pulses, achingly aware of how empty I’ve been all night. Okay. Maybe I can do this with him.

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” he says softly. I tug his hair harder, causing his neck to bend backward. “I’ll do better, Mistress.” This time, his words are a low growl that does nothing other than make me want him even more.

Nodding, I decide to say fuck it. If he walks away tomorrow, hopefully, he’ll have railed me so hard it at least takes a few days for the heartache to set in.

I release his head, trailing my fingers down his face until I find his lips. They immediately part for me, and I shove two into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue. “Tell me, Pet,” I murmur, stepping into him until my pussy is right before his eyes. “Did you enjoy sucking that big cock tonight? Having it down your throat until he filled you with his cum?” His lids flutter closed but quickly snap back open when I slide into his throat. I cock a brow.

Jackson swallows around my fingers, realizing he needs to speak exactly as he is. “Yes. I loved it.” His words are muffled, and drool leaks out and down his lips, making me grin.

I slip from his mouth but pause to drag my fingers through the saliva coating us both, making him a sticky mess. If I have it my way, I’ll make him a dirty little mess in no time. “Stay like that,” I murmur. He doesn’t move an inch, pleasing me immensely. He’s very good at this, which reminds me. “Have you ever done this before, Jackson?” I ask softly.

He shakes his head. “No. You’ll be my first.”

My opposite hand finds his jaw, and I can’t help but rub soothing strokes across his smooth skin. “You’re already doing such a good job for me, Pet. You’re a perfect boy for me, aren’t you?”

Jack groans, and my pussy throbs. “Only for you, Mistress.” His body releases a large shudder. “I’m trying.”

I nod, stepping back and letting my hand fall away. “I know you are.”

Glancing around the room, I look for inspiration so I can decide how far I want to take this. This isn’t like previous scenes I’ve done. I may be a stone-hard bitch most of the time, but even I’m not callous enough to deny that this here, between Jackson and I, will be different from anything I’ve encountered. My heart skips a beat. It’ll be different because it will mean something.

Everything, my brain whispers. It’ll mean everything.

Fuck. It will.

But I can’t lose myself in those wishful thoughts. I have to stay in control. The first thing I spot surprises me and catches me off guard. I run my fingers over a complex-looking tech system by the front door, but what really drew me here is the large red button that stounds on in the dark room. “What’s all this, Pet?”

“The screen is an ordering system in case the room is lacking anything. It’s discrete, like a digital shopping platform.” My eyes widen, and I glance back at him in question. Jack grins, jutting his chin out. “Anything the room is missing can likely be found in the sex shop downstairs, but they also have a 24/7 kitchen for room service.”

“And this?” I ask, running my fingers over the red button.

Jack pauses long enough to have me joining him in the middle of the room once more. He looks worried. “A panic button.” My brows furrow. “They try to do their best to keep this place safe and consensual. They screen applicants within an inch of their life, but you can imagine how hard it is to differentiate between consent and non-consent when CNC and dub-con are some people’s kinks.” Jack shakes his head in anger. “Some people lie, and then it becomes’ an attacker’s word against a victims.”

“Some people are just pieces of shit,” I hiss. He nods in agreement.

Jackson’s words sink in like a heavy boulder. I understand what he’s saying. For as long as I’ve known about this community, I’ve also known about the risks. The true kink community is a beautiful place with wonderful, open-minded people. But there are also a ton of disgusting creeps who either don’t understand kink properly or who take advantage of situations—something my friend Rayvn knows all too well.

Without thought, my head drops, and my eyes skim the bruise on my wrist. I bet that guy was one of the many people who slip past tests and background checks only to prey on unsuspecting women. I bet he’d even swear up and down that his harsh behavior is consensual. It makes me sick.

“What the fuck is that?” Jack barks, making me jump. My head snaps in his direction, finding him glaring daggers at my injured wrist. It doesn’t hurt badly. I just bruise easily, but the sight of him so angry, so worried, on my behalf, does something to me. When I don’t respond, he wraps his arm around my hips and drags me into his kneeling body. “Answer me, Addison.”

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