Page 10 of The Real Mason
“I promise from here on out, I will be brutally honest, even though you’re probably not going to like it sometimes. Deal?”
“Yes.” Her features soften. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
“Then that’s what I will give you.”
“Good.”
“Back to clear communication.” I’m not willing to be pulled off my point. There will be time for everything else once I get her consent. “Are you saying you’re willing to turn our sexual relationship over to me?”
“Yes. That’s what I’m saying.”
I know she still doesn’t really understand what this entails, but I’ll give her more than one chance to back out, so I don’t press it. “You’re agreeing that from here on out, the decisions are mine to make.”
“Sure.” She shrugs. “I’d rather you initiate anyway.”
I know this is true, but what I want is a million times harder than merely initiating sex. “Glad to hear it. So listen closely, Anna.”
“I’m listening.”
I smile a little. “Until you say to me, ‘Mason, I’m done with this relationship,’ from this moment on, everything to do with sex and your sexuality is under my control.” She starts to speak, but I hold up a hand to stop her. “This is important. Those are the words you need to say. Notno. Notstop. It’s ‘Mason, I’m done.’ Or any other word I give you at a particular time.”
Her brow furrows. “What’s the difference?”
I lean forward, sucking in her lily-of-the-valley scent. “I can guarantee you’re going to tell me to stop. You’re going to say no. And I’m going to ignore those words. I’m going to ignore a lot of your words. Butthosewords, that phrase, will never,everbe ignored. If you say them, everything will immediately cease, and we will talk. Understand?”
A flash of fear darkens her blue eyes, but her lips part in a small gasp.
I let her know I’m serious. “If you don’t want to continue, that choice is always yours.”
“I want to continue.” Her tone is a bit unsure, but not cowering.
“So we agree; it’s my decision.”
She gives me a small nod. “Yes. We agree.”
“Good.”
I think for a couple of minutes, getting quiet with my thoughts, getting back in touch with the dominant part of myself I’ve ignored. After some rumination, I hit upon a plan I can live with. “Go get me a pen and a piece of paper.”
She opens her mouth, but I raise a brow and whatever she was about to say stalls in her throat.
“Second rule, no questions. Just do as you’re told.” I let the words roll over me, and I can’t pretend they don’t feel good, like old friends.
Her lips purse, and blue fire flashes in her gaze, but she gets up and makes her way into the kitchen. Pleased, I watch the sway of her ass as she stomps away.
I find it interesting that my directions make her feisty.
A minute later she returns with a pencil and a pad of paper. Having gone through her junk drawer numerous times, I’m aware there are plenty of pens to choose from, which means she had to dig for a pencil. A small littlefuck you.
I hide my smile and start writing.
* * *
Anna
Mason has thrown my whole world for a loop, and I’m not sure what to make of it. All I know is this encounter is causing a strange sensation I can’t quite describe… Is it excitement? Irritation? A mixture of both?
It’s all so confusing.
