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“Isn’t it, though? I have a safe word. I can ask you to stop at any time. I have a pager. And I know you will stop, Jack—I mean sir. I know you would never hurt me.”
I don’t reply at once. I never thought I could hurt another human being…until Blossom.
Blossom understands. She forgave me, even though she certainly didn’t have to. She knows me, and she knows I wouldn’t purposefully do anything to inflict harm.
But Mandy? She’s not an experienced submissive.
If I hurt her… Even if she asks for it…
She will not forgive me.
I will not forgive myself.
And I’ll lose her forever.
Which, if we continue this, may happen anyway.
“You have to trust me, Mandy,” I say. “You have to trust me to know what’s best. If you can’t trust your Dominant, you have no business being here.”
She drops her gaze to the floor.
Finally, “I understand…sir.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Amanda
Jackson threads his fingers through his sandy hair. He’s still wearing his shirt, and I haven’t seen his gorgeous chest. His jeans are unsnapped and hover around his thighs.
Sir.
The word drips from my lips as if it were created from the martini I had at dinner—harsh and pungent and oddly delicious.
He likes it when I call him sir. I can tell by his mannerisms, by the way his lips quirk up at the corners, the way he goes slightly rigid, the way his dick is still hard, even after he screwed me.
He says I should trust him.
I’ve always trusted Jackson. I’ve trusted him since we were little kids to have my back.
I know he’ll have my back here. I know he’ll never hurt me. He gave me a safe word, right?
Patience is not my strong suit. But I must have it if I want to go to all these places with Jack.
All this time, I had no idea this was the kind of sex Jackson liked. But now it all makes sense. He’s only had a few relationships that I know of, and none of them have lasted long. He gets his physical satisfaction here, at the club.
And perhaps…
Perhaps those relationships he had, those relationships that only lasted a couple of months at the most… Perhaps those women didn’t like the other side of him.
But I do.
I like every side of him. Jack the man, with all his wonderful qualities and all his flaws. I’ve known him forever, and I know each one of them—especially now.
The one thing I didn’t know about him was his preferences in the bedroom. Now that I know?
I think I love him even more.
I’m not ignorant. Just inexperienced. I read romance novels for living, and Lily likes to write some graphic and naughty sex scenes. Jack knows what I do for living, sure, but does he realize that a big part of my job is reading about sex?
