Page 30 of Scary In Love
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 intoeverything. 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 doanythingif 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.”
18
Jenna
Iftherewasamovie of my life, this is the record-scratch, freeze-frame‘yep, that’s me. You’re probably wondering how I got here’moment.
Standing in the Miller house, stripping out of my underwear and shoving them in my mouth simply because a man I barely know told me to.
And I’ve never been more turned on.
Mason’s entire demeanour shifts as he watches me follow his orders. His jaw ticks and his eyes darken. He feels bigger somehow, and the air in the room thickens when he tilts his head to one side, stares at my skirt, and adjusts the front of his jeans.
He tugs off his sweater and rakes his fingers through his hair. Guess I’m not the only one feeling the heat in this room.
“Sit back down, and we’ll start over. Nod your head if the answer is yes, shake if it’s no. You want to say something, you raise your hand and wait until I tell you to speak. Understood?”
I nod, my chest heaving as I try to control my breathing through my nose. I’m not a small woman, so neither are my underwear. Even balled up tight, they don’t leave a lot of room for air.
“These questions are important to me becauseyouare important to me. Think of it as a risk assessment. I want to create something specialfor you, but I don’t want to make assumptions, and I’m not taking any chances with your body or your mind. I need you to know deep down that you’re safe, even if you don’t feel like it when we’re in a scene together.”
I don’t love being scolded—or maybe I do in this case—but Mason is right. His proposal is so wildly unexpected, I’m swept up in the thrill of anticipation and not thinking clearly. With the way my core is throbbing, I’d say yes to anything, but I appreciate a man who understands consent and wants to focus on my pleasure. That certainly hasn’t been the case with some of the lazy losers I’ve dated in the past.
He starts over, repeating the questions designed to assess my comfort levels with various acts, positions, dynamics. Just like before, my answers are mostly yes, but since I can’t interrupt, he forces me to slow down.
“Anal?”
