Page 45 of Masked Sins
“Good girl. If this goes well, we can try something else from the book next week.”
“Okay,” I nearly whisper. “And you’re sure you want to do this with me?” I’m suddenly feeling insecure. “I mean, I’m just some random stranger from the internet.”
Starboy’s eyes bore into the camera, and I swear he’s reprimanding me with a dark, silent glare. Grabbing the dry-erase board, he uses his sleeve to erase the last block of text and write something else. Again, I worry he’s going to call this whole thing off, and I take a few deep breaths to quell the anxiety.
This is the first time I’ve ever done something like this. But something about your message made me want to help you. Can I be honest with you?
My breathing hitches. “Yes, be honest,” I tell him a little breathlessly.
He watches me for a second before looking down and adding to the text on the board.
If I knew you in real life, I’d ask you to be my submissive. Full stop. I’m holding back. So let me do this. For you, but also for me.
I’ve completely lost the ability to speak, so instead I think of how to sign what I’m feeling.
“That’s really nice,” I tell him with my hands.
“Trust me, I’m not nice,”he signs in response.
I chew on my lower lip while I think of how to respond. “I don’t think I want nice,”I sign slowly. “I read dark romance because I always fall for the villains. I want someone whose intentions are good, but instead of buying me flowers, he cuts off my ex’s hands. Nice guys are just that—they’renice. But I want someone who will be all-consumed by me no matter what.”
Starboy hangs his head and rubs the back of his neck, and the gesture reminds mesomuch of Orion… I squeeze my eyes closed.Whythe hell am I thinking of him right now?
Grabbing the board, he erases the last block of text and writes something new. My heart pounds as he holds it up for me to read.
Well, to be fair, you can have both—the guy who buys you flowers and cuts off your ex’s hands.
He looks up at me, and I swear I see a devious gleam in his eyes.
You want someone to corrupt you. And I’m more than happy to oblige in a safe, sane, and consensual way. If you’ll have me, that is.
Wow.
We’re really doing this.
Starboy writes something else on the board, and I hold my breath.
I’m all in.
“Me too,” I tell him, signing at the same time.
“Please send me your address or PO Box. I’d like to send you a few things over the next week. I will also need your email address so that I can send over a basic contract,”he signs.
“Okay. What would you like me to call you?”
Online, I’d seen that Dominants sometimes wanted to be called Sir or Daddy.
His head snaps up, and I swear his eyes widen just slightly. He takes the board, erases the words, and writes new ones.
You can refer to me as Master. And you?
My blood thrums with arousal. This is crazy. I’ve never done anything like this before, yet I can’t believe I waited this long to experiment. Zoe and Remy talk about being in the lifestyle every once in a while, and it’s been interesting.
However, I’ve never been captivated likethis.
I’m starting to suspect it has nothing to do with Drake and Sol but instead has something to do with the commanding way Starboy just established his dominance over a video.
“Yes, Master,” I say softly. “My name is Layla, but you can call me anything. And I don’t think I know the sign for Master.”
