He would not allow that.
“Because you’ve asked me to dominate you, and as your Dom, I get to choose how we go about it. If you don’t like the way I do things, then we can stop now.” Jesus, part of him hoped she decided to quit and put an end to this insanity, but the other part demanded he do whatever she wanted if she just stayed. He had to stay strong, though. He would. To not be was failure.
After several long, agonizing moments, she finally said, “So Rafe will be doing the scenes and not you.”
“No, pet. Rafe will be doing the scene tonight. He is best at spankings. Jedrek will do the binding scene, and Emory will do the whipping.” There wasn’t any chance in hell he’d let just one of them take over completely. He didn’t want to risk her becoming attached to one of the other men. Besides, he’d assigned them scenes based on their specialties, so he knew she’d be in the best possible care.
“What about fire?” she asked softly.
Mason shut his eyes. There was only one person he trusted to do that scene, and there was no way around it. “I’ll do that one, pet. I’m the only one who practices it enough for my liking, and it’s too dangerous to let someone else do it.”
Shelby nodded and then cleared her throat. “Do you expect me to have sex with them?”
He gritted his teeth. He’d shared many women with his business partners, but the few he’d been in relationships with he’d kept to himself. He wasn’t in a relationship with Shelby, but he didn’t want any of the other men being that intimate with her…at least not before he could. But it wasn’t his choice to make.
“That’s up to you, pet. The club safe word is red, but since you are new, any indication that you want to stop, including saying stop, or no, or anything similar will be honored. Nothing will happen that you aren’t completely comfortable with.”
“We didn’t really talk about sex before,” Shelby said. It wasn’t phrased as a question, but her eyes asked anyway.
“No, we didn’t.” He hesitated, thinking how best to continue. This was something else that would’ve been handled beforehand had her training been scheduled the proper way. “Scenes don’t have to include penetration.”
“I know,” she said, almost too quickly.
“There are some who don’t have sex at all, but there are others whose scenes are extremely sexually explicit. Depends on the individual. Personally, I don’t like going into a scene with a lot of hard limits. I honor them, of course, might even entertain requests, but I want to be trusted to read my partner and for my partner to read me. In fact, I usually reject potential subs who are more focused on their limits than what they can learn.” She frowned and looked around the room hesitantly. Mason realized he needed to be a little more open to help ease her concerns. “If you think about it, pet, the four scenes I use initially aren’t directly sexual. There’s a reason for that.”
“But they can be very sexual.”
He smiled softly. “Of course.” Play was sexual, but it wasn’t as if these particular scenes directly involved what she would consider sexual body parts. They could most definitely migrate to or end there, though.
She licked her lips, nodding slowly. Mason didn’t think it was because she agreed to his decision just yet. Rather, she was mulling it all over. “Um, can I request something now?”
“That depends,” he hedged. When he’d said he might consider requests, he’d meant when a sub wanted him to do something specific. He got the feeling she was talking more about a limit.
“I-I’m not very experienced when it comes to men. I think I’d feel more comfortable—and therefore more open to this experience—if I knew going into this that…um…you’d be the only one touching me sexually. I mean, if it comes to something like that.”
His dick twitched at the thought of touching her intimately, but if he did that, it’d defeat the whole purpose of letting other Doms conduct the scenes. He couldn’t even think about the fire scene yet.
“I can’t promise you that, pet, but if anything happens you don’t want, you just have to say so, and it’ll stop.”
“But if we stop, then we won’t go forward to the next scene.”
Mason studied her. For a woman who really wanted to try, she seemed awfully concerned about the consequences of stopping. Maybe she was having a harder time since he wouldn’t be the one topping her tonight. He’d try to be more understanding of her hesitation because he couldn’t help with that. No matter how hard this was for her, it was damn near torture for him. “That’s correct.”
Shelby nodded without saying anything else.
It was settled then.
“Stand up.”
Her gaze flew to his, and he waited patiently for her to comply. She slowly rose.
“Strip.” He saw her throat working as she swallowed, the rest of her frozen in place. “Shelby?” At this point, the discussion was over, and she was to do what she was ordered. Or stop.
She nodded infinitesimally and began to work the buttons of her blouse. One by one, she pushed them free, the pale lace of her bra peeking through until completely exposed. God, she was fucking exquisite.
Her shirt fell to the floor, and he allowed his gaze to focus on her luscious mounds before following the path of her hands to her belt. He spread his own legs to allow room for his growing cock. He wouldn’t fight his body’s reaction to her, nor would he hide it from her. She needed to understand what kind of effect her obedience had on a man like him if she was going to continue with this life after their time together.
She pushed her jeans with her panties down her legs and off her body before reaching for the clasp of her bra. Within seconds, she was completely
