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“Not tonight. That’s for another day.” His pretty hazel eyes land back on mine. “But I can tell you that when I started this back in college, I discovered a part of myself I didn’t know existed. It awakened something in me.”

“You were always dominant?”

He smiles softly and grazes my cheek with his thumb. “No, I started much like you. But I didn’t want that. I wanted to be just like my Dom. I learned everything from him.” Mason huffs a laugh and shakes his head. “It was completely taboo.”

I smile and gnaw on my bottom lip. “Let me guess: you started with a professor.”

A laugh bursts out of him, and he ruffles my hair. “You’re sharp as ever. Indeed. I think the risk-taking was just as fun as his teaching me to be a proper Dom. In return for good submissive behavior, he taught me something new.”

“That’s… hot.”

I think this is one of my favorite things. Not the orgasms or sex, but just… talking. Even telling him the truth about myself, I feel the noose loosen around my throat. It’s something I haven’t experienced with my girlfriends.

“It was pretty hot. He was a… good-looking man. Older than I am today. I was twenty-one at the time, and he was forty-nine. My professor changed my life. It also awakened something else in me. It was mirroring time, but I had him to talk it all out with. We agreed that I needed a place to express myself freely, without demanding parents blocking my every path except the ones they wanted me to take. Everything had been about pleasing them, to give back for their sacrifices. It got to the point where nothing felt like my own. Their intentions were good. Implementation, not so much.”

I hold back a yawn. Between his comforting touch, the soft pillow, and the warmth of the crackling fire, I’m growing sleepy. “Who was your first sub?”

Mason stands and helps me up. “Next time. We need to get you into bed.”

He takes my hand, and we head upstairs. He’s right. My feet are dragging. This thing we’re doing takes a lot of you. And this was pretty mild. I’m sure there will be days when it’s more intense.

Mason notices my lagging, so he lifts me into his arms and carries me to bed. By the time I hit the mattress and am under the covers, I’m already asleep.

Chapter 17

Mason

Jinx is catching on to his submission like he was made for it. He quickly learns and adapts. He resisted at first, while his past intruded, but he’s adjusting. Watching a smile form on his face when he’s rewarded makes my heart beat a little faster. He’s stunning when he smiles. It lights up his entire aura.

And the way he just opens up to me, not from his submission, but by talking about himself. The amount of trust he’s giving me—more than I deserve right now—leaves me in awe. It also tells me that perhaps I chose right, getting back into this. I fucking missed it. I hadn’t realized how much until Jinx came into my life.

He was a perfect sub today. Not one quip. Not one snarky comment. Only pure obedience. For that, I let him ride Black Beauty, as he’d asked. I also promised him I’d worship his body tonight.

For now, I sit on the fence outside, dressed in a coat and beanie, sipping coffee from my thermos, as I watch Jinx ride my girl. He looks good in my cowboy hat.

Her gait is smooth, and he has full control of her. He pushes her a bit faster before they jump over a hurdle as part of an obstacle course. Jinx has also been wearing a huge smile lately. It seems he was made for nature and horseback riding as well. He looks like he’s been riding his entire life.

He clicks to her and pushes her to run before abruptly stopping and turning, testing out her abilities and reaction times. Beauty was trained well. I paid a small fortune for it. Watching Jinx shows not only his skill but also that of the ranch itself. If they’re all trained this well, then I can probably trust them to train my incoming filly.

When he’s done, he has her trot over to me and stop. She huffs hot air from her nose and snorts. Jinx leans down and pats her neck. “What a good girl you are.” His pretty blue eyes, bright in the sunlight, look at me. “She’s amazing. So responsive.”

Just like you, I think to myself.

He looks sexy as a cowboy while also wearing my Carhartt.

“Thanks for letting me ride her.”

“You’re welcome.”

Jinx is still petting Beauty as he looks out at the mountains. “Do you think…”

“Finish what you’re going to say.”

His eyes land back on me. “Do you think you’d come if I asked you to stop by for Thanksgiving dinner next week?”

Beauty bobs her head and snorts again, as if answering for me. My heart flutters a little at his kindness. It’s unexpected but highly welcome. I wonder if he realizes I spend the holidays alone each year. If he truly wants me to go, then I will. “Would your family be okay with me being there?”

He shrugs. “I’ll ask, but I’m sure it’s fine.”