Page 55 of Beautiful Disaster

“Why is that? Speak.”

“Because I was a brat on purpose.”

“You definitely were. You disappointed me by not listening. I didn’t tell you to be playful, did I?” I graze his cheek with the backs of my fingers—a sweet touch in contrast to my stern words.

Jinx shakes his head again, looking properly contrite.

“Oh!” he suddenly exclaims, stands, and rushes off to the kitchen. He soon returns with a wet washcloth. Jinx sits back onto his knees and cleans my cock of cum and saliva. When he’s finished, he sets it on the floor, pulls up my underwear and jeans, then zips me back up.

I cup his chin. “Good job, my pet. You remembered, and that pleases me.” I drop my hand and scrutinize him. “I think keeping you unsatisfied is the best punishment for you instead of a spanking.”

His shoulders sag, but he nods, frowning. I’m not sure whether he’s unhappy about not being able to come or about not getting spanked.

“How do you feel?” I ask him. “About all this.”

He smiles like a cat, his eyes so hooded they’re nearly closed, taking on a dreamy state. “I like that I made you lose control.”

I chuckle at that. “It made you feel powerful?”

“Yeah, I guess it did.”

Usually, I wouldn’t ask that, but we’re still building our trust and relationship.

“I want to give you sweet words and orgasms, my pet. You have to let me do these things for you, but I can’t if you misbehave.” Rewarding him without consequence will make this dynamic feel hollow. Rewarding him when it’s earned will be that much sweeter for him and me. A proper balance of correction and punishment helps build trust and intimacy.

Quickly learning with his eyes downcast, he sits there, listening, and doesn’t speak unless spoken to.

I slowly walk around him, thinking about what I should do. Nothing too severe, but he needs to remember it.

“Stand,” I order.

He does, still being so good for me.

I pick up his pillow and toss it in the corner next to the fireplace. “You’re in time-out. Sit back down and face the wall. Do not speak or look around. Choose a comfortable position because you’ll be there for a while. I’ll tell you when you can stop.”

Jinx faces the wall and sits cross-legged.

I walk away to do other things. It will be hard not to keep playing with him, so a distraction is in order.

I head over to a cabinet next to the kitchen where I keep loose ends and pull out a monitor with a camera. I used to use it on my subs to keep an eye on them. I plug it in and have the camera face Jinx.

He’s being perfect. You can tell he’s starting to fight his need to be contrary. He wants to please me, which is a beautiful thing. My beautiful disaster. Perfectly imperfect. That’s exactly what he is.

While I’m still nervous about taking him on, I also love this.

Satisfied he’ll behave, I get a start on the vodka sauce for tomorrow night.

Chapter 16

Jinx

My mouth waters at the smell of garlic, red pepper, and tomato sauce. It’s boring sitting here, staring at nothing. I preferred to be spanked, but he probably already knew that. I feel slightly humiliated, which I’m sure was his intention. I don’t know how Mason did it, but he also made me feel guilty for being a brat. Even more, I really want to please him and make him happy.

I tug gently on the ring hanging from my chain, imagining him clipping a leash onto it. What else would he do with it? Can I handle it? Will I like it?

My fingers brush against the metal around my wrist, and then I spin it around. I feel very… owned, making me his, like a beloved pet. I’m not sure how I’ll feel about being tied up. That shit brings up too many bad memories. I want to make Mason happy, but I’m not sure how. I didn’t mark it as a no on my list, but maybe I should have. Time will tell if I can take it.

Funny how Aleks had tattoos done on his wrists of breaking chains. His escape from our prison and Tito’s hold. Here I am, letting a man bind me.