Page 15 of Power Struggle

“I’m claustrophobic, so no complete bondage where I can’t move at all, or it would take too much to free me in an emergency.” Like a panic attack, but I don’t say that. “I also don’t care for blindfolds or anything of the sort. And I like impact play, but I’m not into anything too harsh or painful. Pain’s not my thing.”

“What about the good kind of pain?” he rasps, clearing his throat. “Biting, spanking, forced orgasms?”

I shiver. Yep. I could definitely get down with that. “I consent.”

“So do I,” he agrees. “Safeword?” I smile to myself at his questions, grabbing my loot and spinning back toward him.

“Red is fine. You?”

He nods. “Color system. Green, yellow, red.”

I smile. This is all so very—simple? Easy? I hesitate mid-step. No. Not just easy. It’s comfortable. It feels like we’ve done this a hundred times. Like we’re already well-versed in each other and our bodies. Like we’re already…together.

Be careful, Addy. He hasn’t even seen you naked yet. I tell my mother’s cutting voice to fuck off, not allowing her to ruin such a pure moment.

There’s a small accent table next to the cross, and I gently deposit the toys on it before looking expectantly at Jack. “Ready?”

“Are we doing this?” he asks, suddenly looking slightly hesitant.

I tilt my head to the side, taking him in. “I thought that’s what you wanted?” Shit. Is he already backing out? Did he change his mind?

He nods, killing that ugly train of thought in its tracks. “Of course. I want this, Addy. I want you.” He shakes his head, muttering something I can’t hear but sounds a hell of a lot like, more than anything. “But before we start, there’s something I need to do.”

His eyes drift down my body, and his hand slips into his slacks, palming his cock. He groans, his hips thrusting against his hand. Shit. I want to do that. My mouth waters with the need to touch, taste, feel.

To fuck.

Meeting my gaze, he swallows hard, making his Adam’s apple bob. “Permission to undress you, Mistress? I need to see you, please. I’ve waited a long time for this.”

Panic flares momentarily, but I shove it down, using his sweet words to ground me. My walls are crumbling. My need, my want for him, outweighs everything else. My hands flex at my sides.

“Permission granted,” I start. Jack immediately moves to stand, but I tut him, gaining control. “Ah, ah, ah. Earn it.” He freezes. “Get naked and crawl to me, Pet, and then you can have your treat.”

Chapter Thirteen

Jackson jumps to his feet, tearing his slacks off faster than I’ve ever seen anyone undress before. There is no finesse, no sensuality in his movements, yet the sight of him standing before me completely naked as he kicks his fitted boxers off is enough to have me panting.

“Perfect,” I breathe, the word slipping through my lips without thought. I don’t take it back, though. It’s true. I meet his eyes, finding a heated expression as he stares back at me. “You’re beautiful, Jackson.” His real name also slips, but it feels important. This isn’t a scene, it’s us, and this moment is important.

“So are you, Addison,” he rasps, making me shift awkwardly. Instead of letting that sink in, I scan his body in depth now that I have the chance.

He smiles a hungry, cocky smile and drops his hand down his body, gripping his solid length. My eyes follow the trail, taking in every delicious inch of him. His thighs are long and toned, covered in dark blonde hair. His hips are cut, creating a V shape that points down to his cock that he’s slowly, tantalizingly stroking. I practically swallow my tongue when I realize that his one large hand hardly covers his size. He’s long, thick, and curved. Perfect. He’s so damn perfect.

My hands slide down my own body, settling on my stomach. Will he feel the same when he sees me? Will he hate how I look? What will—

Jackson growls and drops to his knees, crawling toward me like the perfect submissive. His cute ass sways in the air, making me chuckle and washing away some of the negative, intrusive thoughts. Stopping when he reaches me, he drops back on his haunches. His impressive cock sits proudly between his thighs, pointing directly at me. Saliva pools in my mouth as I watch a drop of precum form at his tip.

“You were a good boy for me, Jack,” I whisper, letting my fingers sift through his blonde hair. It’s so soft as it weaves through my fingers. It’s not too long, just enough to tug, but I like the way it looks when it falls in his eyes. I jerk my chin at his cock. “Look at you. Already dripping for me.” My voice is a throaty purr. He gives me a proud smirk. Licking my lip, I murmur, “Bring me a taste.”

“Fuck,” he breathes. He palms his cock, jerking it a few times, releasing more pre-cum. Two fingers run over the tip, collecting it for me. His hand twitches as he guides it to my lips. I shake my head.

“Tongue out, Pet.” His eyes flare at my demand, but he does as I tell him. Slowly, his mouth parts, and he pokes his tongue out. I bring his hand up and glide his fingers across his flesh. “Don’t move,” I murmur. Leaning forward, I keep my eyes locked on his as I suck his cum coated tongue into my mouth. I moan at the flavor, causing Jack to shudder roughly. I pull off with a pop. “You taste so much better than him.”

He blinks rapidly as the words sink in. He sucks in a breath when he realizes what I mean, knowing I’m referring to the cum he spit in my mouth earlier. “Thank you, Mistress.”

“You’re such an obedient, dirty boy for me, Pet,” I praise as I straighten my spine once more. With one last shuddering breath, I nod. “You can undress me now.” I know he doesn’t miss the waiver in my voice.

This is different. It’s different. It’s different.

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