“Do you understand, Jenna?” he repeated.
“Yes, Sir.”
He relaxed. “Good, because I want to show you my face when it will be special for both of us.”
In other words, if she wanted to see him without his mask on, she had to obey all the rules, follow his orders, and please him. The longer she couldn’t do those three things, the longer it would be before he unmasked himself. But when he did, he would make it an event. Like a rite of passage or a reward marking a transition in her training.
He bent forward and kissed her forehead. “I was very pleased with you tonight,” he whispered against her skin.
“I was pretty pleased with myself.” Her gaze met his. “I didn’t think I was capable of that.”
A spark of pride flashed in his eyes. “Then I’m glad I could help you on your path of discovery.”
“Me too.”
His fingers caressed the side of her face. “Sleep well, Jenna.” He rose to his full height and, with one last glance, turned off the light on the nightstand and left the room, shutting the door behind him.
She blinked up at the dark ceiling. It was hard to believe this was really happening.
But there was one thing she knew for sure. She was writing a genital clamp scene into her next book.
Chapter Thirteen
Back in Dr. O’s Office . . .
“That was over a month ago,” Jenna says.
“And you still haven’t seen his face?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “He told me not to Google him, and I haven’t.” She laughs softly, as if to herself. “It’s the one order he’s given me that I haven’t disobeyed, and it’s over the one thing I want more than anything else. To know what he looks like.” She shakes her head as if she can’t believe she hasn’t peeked yet. “You would think this would be the one time I would disobey.”
One would think so. Or perhaps she hasn’t broken this one special rule because he simply means that much to her, and she doesn’t want to risk ruining the good thing she’s found. Or maybe she really wants that reward badly enough to do anything to receive it. Because a reward like that is worth working for and will feel so much better if she earns it. Jenna is smart enough to understand that cheating herself out of that moment would cheapen their bond.
“So, he’s still wearing masks when you’re together?” I ask, making a note on my legal pad.
“Only when I’m not wearing a blindfold. We’ve been together five more times since that first night, and he always wears a mask until he blindfolds me. Then he takes it off.” She obediently looks down at her lap as if Warren were standing behind me commanding her not to look at him. “All I can do is feel what he looks like.” She glances toward the window, then turns a serene smile back at me. “But I’ve seen enough to know that I like what I see.”
I know there’s more to a relationship than looks, and based on everything she’s said, it’s clear Jenna doesn’t need to see his face to know she wants to keep dating him and might already be falling in love. But her curiosity is only natural. And knowing she has no control over the situation probably eats her up inside.
“Has he given you any indication about when he’ll give you the big reveal?”
She casually leans to one side, crossing her legs. “No, but I’m seeing him again Saturday night, and I’m feeling good about it.” She shrugs, her expression growing hopeful. “I’ve been good, following his rules and doing what I’m supposed to. And yesterday when I talked to him, he expressed how pleased he’s been with me, so . . .” She sighs and her cheeks lift buoyantly. “Maybe I’ve finally earned that reward.”
In the world of BDSM, everything is about punishments and rewards.
“How has all this affected your writing?” I ask.
She brushes her hair off her shoulders. “It’s certainly given me a new perspective.”
“Has it made it easier to craft your stories?”
“God yes.” She laughs “It’s given me a lot of new inspiration. So much so that the words are just pouring out of me and I’ve outlined concepts for three more stories that weren’t even on my radar a month ago.”
“What about the parties?” I ask. “Are they always held at his place in Greenwich Village?”
“No. Various members of the club host the parties on a rotating basis. I’ve been to two. The one at Warren’s house and one other at a mansion north of the city a couple of weeks ago where he almost had sex with me in the back of the room while a scene was playing out in the front. Hardly anyone was watching us, but he didn’t end up fucking me, anyway, so . . .”
“What happened?”
“He ended up fingering me instead.”
“And . . .?”
“Omigod, I came so hard.” She rolls her eyes. “Not as hard as when he does fuck me, and definitely not as hard as I came that first night, but for my first time in public, it proved that it wasn’t just the idea of being watched that excites me. I really want to be watched.” She gestured to her right. “There was a submissive chained inside a cage beside us, and when I made eye contact with him as Warren pulled the bodice of my dress aside to expose my breast, my orgasm unleashed so hard that Warren had to hold me up. My knees literally went out from under me.”
“Impressive.”
She nods. “Warren was so excited when I told him what happened, he arranged for two other couples to join us in his dungeon last weekend. Up until then, he’d been keeping me mostly to himself, working with me one-on-one so we could get used to each other before going public. But last week, he worked me over
