Page 91 of Blush

How many rooms has Jackson been in? How many—

“Where would you like to start?” He drops into my thoughts.

“Wherever you want.”

He shakes his head. “God, Mandy…”

“What? Did I say something wrong?”

He adjusts his crotch. “No, you said somethingright. Damn.”

“How? How is it right?”

“It’s what a submissive would say.”

I tingle all over. He just used the word “submissive” to describe me—not exactly, but sort of. And I…I feel like the worddefinesme. Or at least it defines me with regard tohim.

For the life of me, I can’t understand why I feel so empowered by it.

He leads me to a room that’s unoccupied, pushes the door open after keying in a code, and then closes it behind him.

Then he pushes me against the wall, sears his gaze into mine.

“The submissive has a lot of power in the Dominant and submissive relationship,” he says in a raspy voice. “Something you’d do well to understand.”

“Why would that be so difficult for me to understand?”

“Most people assume submissives lack power, and—”

“I’m an introvert, Jack. I prefer doing my work in my pajamas while sitting at my small table. I have very few friends.” I look straight into his gorgeous eyes. “That doesn’t mean I’m not an empowered woman.”

He lifts his eyebrows. “I never said you weren’t.”

“You kind of did. Maybe Iamsubmissive. What’s wrong with that? If it’s what I want, why shouldn’t it empower me?”

He doesn’t reply. Only a soft groan that I can feel more than hear coming from his chest.

He strokes my cheek with his fingers, traces my upper lip and then my lower. “How have I never noticed how beautiful you are?”

My legs turn to jelly. I’m actually quivering inside, and every quiver is surging straight to my throbbing pussy.

“Everything about you, Mandy. I’ve always loved you, but…”

I desperately want him to complete the sentence. I bite my lower lip, will him with my mind to keep talking. To tell me what I want to hear.

Instead, he says, “Are you sure about this?”

I nod.

“I need to hear you say the words. I need you to say, ‘Yes, Jackson, I’m sure.’”

“Yes, Jackson, I’m sure.” My voice doesn’t crack.

“All right. What would you like?”

I give him what I hope is a teasing smile. “Whatever you’d like.”

Then his lips are on mine, and he’s kissing me, shoving his tongue into my mouth and twirling it with mine.