Jay:
Go into the guests bedroom, and take a shower. When you have completed that task, wrap yourself in a towel. If your hair is currently in a ponytail, or restrained in any way, please free it. It should be hanging loose around your shoulders.
Part of me wanted to suck my teeth, because I really didn’t like people telling me what to do. And him telling me to have my hair down made the rebellious part of me really want to go get somebody to put it in one hundred box braids right quick. But a different part of me was intrigued, . . . both by the commands and by the fact that Jaxxon was the one delivering them. Jaxxon didn’t boss me around. He usually gave me my way. Let me do me and loved me in spite of my ways. He spoiled me. But from the tone of the text messages, this Jaxxon wouldn’t hesitate to whup my ass if I didn’t obey him.
Jay:
When you enter the primary bedroom, assume the position we discussed last night—you on your knees, head bowed. And Home, keep that pretty little mouth of yours quiet, and refrain from rolling those brown eyes. Any deviation from these instructions will be met with corrective action.
Since I wasn’t exactly sure what “corrective action” entailed, I decided to follow the orders and not give him any pushback.
In the guest bathroom, I washed my face, showered with the shower gel I’d selected for guests, dried off, and wrapped myself up in one of the fluffy towels I’d hung on the hook. Once I had the towel secured around myself, I eased the ponytail holder off my hair.
I had put all kinds of incidentals in the bathroom of the guestroom, calling myself thinking ahead. If a guest forgot anything, I wanted it to be a sweet surprise that the very thing they were missing was in the guest bathroom. Unfortunately, the thought of putting a comb in the drawer hadn’t crossed my mind. I tried to finger comb my hair. I did the best I could, but that wasn’t saying much.
Still, I held my head high as I walked into the primary bedroom. The first thing I noticed was the only light in the room was from two taper candles burning, one on each nightstand. The second thing I noticed was the smell. It smelled good, like citrus and something earthy.
Remembering what was in the text, I walked to the foot of the bed, dropped to my knees, and bowed my head. About a minute later, Jaxxon approached me. I couldn’t help noticing that he was fully dressed.
“Hey.”
“Hey—” I started to look up at him, and he cut me off.
“Head down, Skyy.”
He called me Skyy. I immediately put my head down and tried again. “Hey, Jay. Can I call you Jay? I read a book once where the lady was the dominant, and she made old boy call her ‘Sir.’ Do you want me to call you sir?”
I wanted to laugh at myself.
I was Scorpio Skyy motherfucking House. I didn’t ask men for permission to do anything. I did what I wanted to do, when Iwanted to do it, and how I wanted to do it. But four commands later, and I was asking this nukka if I could call him what I’d been calling him since the day we met.
He chuckled lightly, which made me relax a little. “You’ll refer to me as Big. Your responses will be ‘yes, Big,’ or ‘no, Big.’ From this point forward, I’ll refer to you as Baby.”
“Yes, Big.” I was being sarcastic, but at the same time, I kind of dug seeing Jaxxon take control.
“I feel like I detected a little bit of . . . sass in your tone. Say it again, Baby. And put some respect on it this time.”
Well, damn!
“Yes, Big.”
“Better, Baby. Good job.”
Ridiculously, I felt my ego puff up a little at his words. Who the hell got pumped up from praise at being good at letting somebody dominate you? This couldn’t be life. This couldn’t be Skyy. This had to be one of my other personalities. Maybe #25. She was probably a timid chick.
I had to check back in, because he was talking, and I was off in my own head. I was pretty sure that asking him to repeat himself wasn’t what a good submissive would do. A good submissive probably held on to her dominant’s every word.
Damn, I drifted again.
“Baby, I’mma need you to stay with me. I know a lot is coming at you right now, but I need you to focus. Are you focused?”
I looked up at him. “Yes, Big.”
“Eyes on the floor.”
My eyes flew to the white oak floorboards. “Yes, Big.” My mind really wanted to wander to when we were going to get to the fucking, but I forced myself to focus. All of this,laying the groundwork, was making me the opposite of horny. It was boring.
A hand slammed around my neck. That right there got my attention for real. I wanted to look up at Jaxxon so badly, but I figured that wouldn’t be good.
