Page 106 of Masked Sins
“No, it’s okay. Have fun on your date, and thanks for the clothes. I owe you.”
Her smile falls a bit as she steps into the elevator. “Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, considering everything with Orion.”
I take a deep breath. “I need to make a decision, and I need to know if this thing with Starboy is going to lead anywhere serious or not.”
I hadn’t told Zoe about the kiss yet. Truthfully, I’m still processing it.
“I get it.” She presses the button for the ground floor. “Good luck. Tell me everything.”
“I will,” I say quickly as the doors shut, leaving me alone in Orion’s apartment.
Dragging the suitcase into the guest bedroom, I texted my dad to make sure he’s okay, which he is. He sends a selfie of himself next to the television, holding up a carton of milk. I tellhim to keep me updated. The doctors ruled out a heart attack and a stroke, but the blood sugar issues would have to be dealt with. I chew on the inside of my cheek as we chat for a few more minutes. He’s supposed to be discharged tomorrow morning, so I tell him that Orion and I will be there to pick him up when he’s ready.
With my dad sorted, I focus on the task at hand.
What the hell do I wear to meet a Dominant for the first time?
He said he didn’t care and to be comfortable.
I rummage through Zoe’s clothes for something that could work on me. She’s shorter and curvier than me, and it’s still a thousand degrees out, but when I pull on an innocent-looking, white eyelet dress with a sweetheart neckline and buttons going down the front, I immediately know it’s the outfit. Paired with my white sneakers, it’s my style completely—even if it’s more revealing and the neckline slightly more plunging than normal.
I have a few hours until I’m supposed to meet Starboy, so I cuddle up on the couch with Sparrow for a few minutes before tackling the contract he sent. Earl flies into the living room at one point, squawking, “Master loves pretty girl! Master loves pretty girl… such a good little fuckhole,” before flying off.
I chuckle. Sparrow doesn’t even bat an eye at the flying bird—he’s the laziest cat in existence.
I make myself dinner.
Orion doesn’t return.
Walking back to the guest bedroom, I send the file to Orion’s printer. Quickly going upstairs, I grab the document and a pen, flipping through the dense document.
It’sforty-eightpages.
Orion’s office is dark and moody, with dark wood paneling and an old oak desk in the middle of the room. I peruse the books he has scattered around the shelves—things about BDSM,consent, and some books that look like college textbooks on things like sexuality and philosophy.
It strikes me how similar Starboy and Orion are. How they both seem to approach the lifestyle from a place of open communication and education.
Maybe they know each other?
Closing his office door, I walk back to the guest bedroom and sit at the small desk, flipping through Starboy’s contract.
I check the relevant things: submissive, beginner, straight, monogamous. Just the idea of sharing him makes me feel nauseous. His limits are underneath that, and as my eyes scan the list, my hand comes to my throat.
Hard limits: Chastity, scat play, age play, pet play, swinging, swapping, sharing.
Soft limits: Penetration.
My eyes go wide at that last part, and I keep reading.
For me, this dynamic is about power more than sex. Occasionally sexual intercourse may occur, in which case I will ensure all parties are safe and tested regularly. But it shouldn’t be expected. There are a lot of things between a Dominant and submissive that can trend sexual, but it’s up to my discretion. A verbal and nonverbal safe word is required before any play occurs.
The next section is a list of his preferences.
Spanking
Paddling
Caning
