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Now isn’t that the question of the century?
The past weeks had been hard for her, first with all the responsibilities, then overhearing the conversation between Jackson and Will. It had driven home all her doubts and insecurities—she was too old for him, she wasn’t suitable for him, and she was being a complete idiot!
Jackson had clearly gone to great lengths to prepare this scene, and it showed how committed he was to her. What had he said at the beginning of the scene?
Show our bond and our love for each other.
She could show that by being honest.
“I-I’m worried, but I trust you know what you’re doing.” It was true, and she now knew what to say, what she wanted to say, and what he needed to hear. “I accept your decision to do this scene and submit to it.”
His smile told her she’d given the right answer. “Good girl.”
Something connected with her back, followed by a warm sensation over her skin, and a stroke of his hand. She closed her eyes and gave over to the sensations. A tapping on her back followed by liquid heat and a sweep of his hand over the area. Over and over. She melted into the table.
“I want you to turn over.”
“Huh?”
Jackson chuckled, and repeated his request. She felt sluggish as she complied. Jackson propped up her head on something sturdy and soft.
“For the next part, I want you to watch,” he told her. She wasn’t fazed and felt wonderful and cared for. He loved her; she loved him. And Kate? Kate was here, too. Paula’s eyes slid closed, and she had to force them open. Kate was handing Jackson thin strips of fluffy fabric. Paula squinted as he placedthem on her front. He’d started on her breasts and ended near her shaven mound.
Paula blinked as she lifted her head and took a closer look at the pattern. At first, it seemed random to her, but when she got a better view, she asked, “Is that a word?”
“It says ‘MINE,’ and you are.”
As he produced the lighter once more, her eyes widened. “You can’t be serious? Are you going to burn the word ‘mine’ in my skin? I didn’t sign up for this.”
Kate chuckled next to her head. She’d all but forgotten about the Mistress.
“Don’t worry, Melda. It won’t leave a mark on you.” Jackson held up a hand for Kate, and she draped some of the gauzy material on his palm. Jackson switched on the utility lighter and held it to the end, so that it flamed up suddenly and was gone as quickly.
Jackson showed her his hand. “See, not even a light burn. It’s called flash cotton, and as long as you keep it thin enough, it’ll burn so fast it won’t damage the skin.” He held his hand closer. “Feel, not even warm.”
Paula reached out, stroked his palm, and nodded.
“Watch, Melda.” Jackson held the lighter close to the cotton on her left breast and she observed in fascinated wonder how the fabric burned and dissipated as the flame came closer and closer to the sensitive spot between her legs.
Paula seemed weightless when Jackson picked her up from the table. He was still in Topspace and running on adrenaline. A movement at the bar caught his attention, and he noticed Henry and Connor heading over. As though prearranged, they tookcare of the clean-up, giving him and Kate the time and space to take care of Paula.
“Do you want me to stay with the two of you, Jackson?” Kate asked softly as she stroked the drowsy submissive in his lap over her cheek.
His submissive!
“I think that Paula would like for you to have a part in the aftercare.” Jackson felt happier and more settled than he had in weeks.
It was almost like the Domme had followed his thoughts, or maybe he’d spoken out loud because she said, “You’re going to be all right, Jackson. She’s yours, and she knows it.”
Jackson nodded and leaned back on the couch, happy to wait for Paula to come back to them and engage in aftercare with help from Kate. Jackson looked down into her relaxed face. Paula already didn’t look her age, but now she seemed at least ten years younger.
Her youthful appearance wouldn’t be a benefit in their field. Might that be the reason for the drab pantsuits she wore to work? She certainly downplayed her femininity at the department.
He couldn’t blame her for that.
Too many men were still the primitive hunters their forefathers had been. However, Paula was beautiful, and all woman, and their colleagues noticed that. Her inclination to keep them at arm’s length seemed to have backfired, and when cavemen didn’t get what they wanted they went to war.
After all the tension and pushback from his colleagues, Jackson knew one thing for sure: it was time to stop hiding how serious he was about Paula.
