Page 29 of Scary In Love
“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.”
