Jack swallowed hard and looked away. “It’s for me to wear. When I’m bad. For you.” His cheeks were so red under his beard. Poor thing was so scared to ask for what he wanted, and it hurt me to see him so ashamed. I felt bad that I hurt him by having vanilla sex with him since we got married.
I gripped his chin and forced him to look into my eyes. “Have you been bad today, Jack?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I ran my tongue over my teeth, my stomach clenching. “Do you want to get spanked, or do you have something else you want?”
He hesitated. “I don’t want to hurt your hands.”
“Hmm, good point,” I said, looking around the kitchen. An idea sparked. “Why don’t you find something you want me to use on you?”
Jack’s lips fell open and he looked some combination of stunned and entranced. He walked to the drawer with all the kitchen utensils in it. He poked around, unearthing a wooden spoon and holding it up.
“Good choice,” I said.
“Thank you,” Jack said, his eyes darkening. “And I also want you to take pictures.”
I quirked an eyebrow, butterflies coming loose inside me. Jack’s kinks were fun. Very fun. “Alright. Go upstairs and get the kids in bed and I’ll get us set up.”
The camera wason the tripod and pointed at the bed. I had it set up so I could just push a button and it would take a picture every thirty seconds. I felt like that was often enough for it to capture us, but not be intrusive.
And I’d speed-searched the internet for how to be a Domme. I had a basic idea, but I’d never officially done this. Bryce just called me bossy and let me do whatever, but we didn’t have safe words or a color system or anything to keep it from getting out of hand.
In general, I wasn’t that wild with Bryce, holding my freak back other than the occasional spank or holding him down. But since Jack was truly asking for it, I was going to give him what he wanted.
It was really a perfect arrangement for Jack and me. He needed the most help with emotional security, and being his Dominant would give me space to challenge him and let him explore his own boundaries. He was trusting me by asking this, and that meant a lot. We’d been sleeping together less than a month, and he had this tender vulnerability to give up. I’d start with the simple stuff: making him call me ma’am, punishing him for misbehaving, and maybe making him hold his orgasm.
I was getting butterflies in my stomach just thinking about it. This could be really fun.
I sat in our ensuite bathroom waiting for him in a black bra and underwear. They weren’t my finest, but they’d give Jack a reason to buy me more nice things.
Because I was correct: he liked that too.
Our bedroom door snicked shut and Jack’s footfalls indicated he was looking for me, first in the closet, then coming toward me in the bathroom. I heard the swish of clothing hitting the floor and my heart picked up. I sat waiting in the bathroom with gauze and bandages to properly take care of his scrapes.
He rounded the corner in just his underwear, a short and tight pair of boxer briefs. I drank in his physique: those defined, meaty, and tan thighs, his impossibly tight hips leading to a ridiculous butt, and a similarly tight upper body, covered in ink.
I crooked my finger to him. “Come here.”
I sat on the bathroom counter and had him stand between my legs, much like the first time we had sex.
“Show me these hands,” I said, and he flipped them up for me to examine. “You going to tell me what happened here?”
“I fell.”
“Hmm,” I said as I placed his hand under cool water, gently washing the edges of the wound. He winced, his chest rising and falling quicker. “You’re not a very clumsy guy, Jack. You run on ice for a living. Are you being honest with me?”
He swallowed hard and watched as I worked, dabbing his injuries with gauze. I was trying to remove any of the excess concrete grit from the wounds. “I’m not ready to be honest,” he said.
I stopped what I was doing, shifting my chin forward. This went beyond him getting hurt, and I did need to address the difficult part. “Jack, my son and stepchildren were with you and you somehow come home injured. How do I know you’re not going to get them hurt?”
Jack sucked a breath through his nose. “They were inside at practice. They were safe.”
I lifted a brow, picking through the different bandage sizes. “Were you not safe?”
Jack’s jaw clicked. “I was fine.”
“We promised to be honest with each other, Jack. Are you in trouble?”
