12. Chapter 12
Jinx
I’ve gone all out, cleaning up the mess, just like I was ordered.
It’s weird how I want to please Mason. Yeah, I get rewards, but after last night and all he did for me after my breakdown, I’ll pretty much do anything for him, though I like the spankings.
While it’s a turn-on, Mason likes it, too.
He likes it when I’m a brat. I can tell.
I’m quickly learning I can’t be a brat for brat’s sake.
It has to feel authentic. There’s obviously a time and place for it.
Not sure I like being unable to masturbate, though. That’s gonna suck since I do it all the time.
Mason has approved all my work, and now I’m sitting on the large pillow, my head resting on his knee as his fingers fork through my hair. It’s so relaxing. I love it when people play with my hair.
“I have to take you home today. It seems we’re expecting more snow tonight.”
I rest my chin on his knee, looking up at him. “But I don’t wanna go yet.”
He smiles sweetly, dragging his fingers across my cheek. “You must, my pet. You have a life, and I have to work.”
“When can I come back, Daddy?”
Is it super weird calling him that? Totally. But I also want to. Besides, I’ve done far weirder things during my hooker years.
“Talk to Julien and let me know. I’ll adjust my schedule to accommodate what works for you. You’re the one who’s in school and working. If you do have schoolwork while you’re with me, you will finish that first, so if you have a laptop, I suggest you bring it.”
“Okay,” I say, resting my cheek on his leg again, my fingers playing with his leg hair.
“What are you getting your degree in, Precious?”
“Social work. I want to help kids like me. Kids who were trafficked, assaulted, and shi—stuff. I had no idea how bad it was until I started researching it.”
“It’s appalling. Truly. While I’m not surprised you’ve chosen that field, I’m no less impressed. You’re a smart man, Jinx. Incredibly intelligent.”
“You have to be if you want to survive.”
“I think you’ve always been smart.” He fingers through my hair again and asks, “Are you ever going to tell me your real name?”
I smile, but he can’t see my face. “As I said, on my deathbed.”
He chuckles. “Fair enough. I suppose it’s a name you hate enough to keep using, Jinx, and a name your handler gave you.”
“You got it. Tink and Foxy kept their names, too, though they never said why. They’re very shy and clingy. They’re also younger.”
“Did Aleks have one? Or is that the name given to him by that piece of shit?”
“Tito called him Romeo. I like Aleks better. It’s short for Aleksander. We later found out he came from Russia as a baby.”
“I’m so sorry you boys went through that horror, but I’m happy Julien came into your lives.”
“Me, too.” I rest my chin on his leg again. “Are you ever going to tell me more about yourself?”
“I will. Perhaps next time.”
One thing I definitely want is to know Mason inside and out.
The drive home is slow due to the slickness of the back roads, but thankfully they’ve been plowed. Durango is usually quick about clearing them after a snow.
Still, I kind of wish we’d been snowed in. This weekend was fucking rough on me, but it was also strangely cathartic. I hadn’t expected that. I’m tired, but my head’s pretty clear. Getting everything out has freed me in a way. Mason doesn’t know everything, but he knows most of it.
I stare out the window, avoiding him, but he doesn’t let me sink into a mood. I also avoid the small red and black box sitting between us, even though I’m about to croak with curiosity.
“You will text me no less than four times a day. I want to see you working on school, doing your job, and I’d like you to do some research on Dom/sub culture.”
“Do you need me to send you regular dick pics?”
“Jinx… For that, you’ll be edged for the entire day when you return to me.”
“Can’t wait.”
He huffs a laugh. “Brat.”
“You didn’t say no.”
“Naughty is what you are.”
He definitely didn’t say no.
I look at his profile while he drives. His scruff is more pronounced since he didn’t shave today.
I like his nose. It’s got a bump on it. It’s not perfect—an imperfection on an otherwise beautiful face.
Then my eyes land on the box again. Because I’m about to fucking explode, I ask, “What’s in the box? ”
“That’s for you.”
“You got me a gift?”
“Mmm, sort of.”
“What’s a ‘sort of’ gift?”
He looks at me before his eyes are back on the road. “I suppose you can open it now.”
I instantly reach for it, untie the ribbon, and remove the lid. Inside is a gleaming chrome butt plug. I snort a laugh. “Aww, think I’ll miss your cock?”
“Jinx… behave. You are to wear it on and off throughout the day until you return to me next weekend. I expect a picture of you wearing it to prove that you are. I need you to be obedient the entire time you’re away.”
The box is holding another small box. A cock ring. “How often do you want me wearing this one?”
“Once a day for no more than twenty minutes.”
“You want a pic of that, too?”
“I do.”
“I thought you said no dick pics.”
“Never said that.”
We finally pull up to my place, and he puts the truck in Park before turning to face me. “Need I remind you not to masturbate? No coming, Jinx. I mean it. I’m going to trust you to obey me.”
“I won’t, Daddy.”
Mason grabs my face and pulls me close, then he kisses me, almost aggressively, like he’s branding me with his mouth and tongue. When he lets go, I’m out of breath.
He stares out the windshield at the house. “Beautiful home. I think this is the largest cabin I’ve ever seen. The snowman is a nice touch.”
I smile at that. We play in the snow a lot.
While most of us are grown-ass adults, none of us had a childhood.
“I love it here. We used to live in a rundown motel on Figueroa Street in LA, which is pretty much hooker central. It was hot, gross, and I hated it there. This is…” I breathe out a heavy sigh.
“This place is all about home and healing, for all of us. We wouldn’t be here had Julien not arrived in our lives when he did.
It’s only because he has money that allows us to live like this, and he’s fucking generous with it. ”
Mason grabs my hand and forks our fingers together. “I’m glad he did. You all deserve happiness.” He kisses the back of my hand and lets go. “Now, go on. They’re watching us.”
I look up to see all four of my brothers watching me through the curtains. I wave, and they wave back.
“Thanks for this,” I tell him. “Really.”
“You’re welcome, Jinx. I look forward to seeing you again. Text me with your schedule.”
I open the truck’s door and hop down. “I will.”
When I close the door and step onto the porch, I watch him slowly drive away, feeling weirdly naked without him. This weekend didn’t feel like a couple of days. It felt like an eternity.
With a shiver, I step into the house instead of going up to my place. Otherwise, everyone’s going to hound and bombard me with stupid questions.
When I head to the living room, I find my brothers gathered, sitting, and waiting anxiously. “Nosy busybodies,” I say.
“Can’t say we’re not curious as to why you’re suddenly seeing the owner of Ristorante Vitali,” Julien says.
“What did Aleks tell you?”
“I didn’t tell Julien or anyone anything,” Aleks says. “You asked me not to, but we all saw you pull up with him, then he kissed you, so…” He shrugs.
Julien takes Aleks’ hand and kisses it. “Jinx, I thought I suggested that you take a break from dating. And a man? I’m kind of surprised.”
Tink curls into Foxy. “You said you’d never date a man again.” Foxy nods in agreement.
I huff, drop my bag on the floor, and remove my coat.
I sit on a cushioned chair and roll my eyes.
“I swear, there’s no privacy around here.
Fine, whatever. This isn’t… dating. Kind of.
We have a different sort of arrangement, and no, I’m not going to tell you what.
Let’s just say he’s giving me something I didn’t know I needed. ”
Julien sighs, eyeing me with those dark, penetrating eyes. “Jinx, I’m not your father, and I’m not going to tell you what to do, but just… be careful. Older men are different from someone your age. He—”
“No, shit, he’s older. That’s what I like about him.
I’m not about to date some dude my age who can’t even wash his ass.
” Everyone but Julien giggles. I rub my temples and close my eyes, exhaling loudly before I look at him again.
“I get it as much as anyone else here. We were all abused by older men. Mason isn’t like that. ”
“I just don’t want you to get hurt. We all love you.”
The words are a gut punch. It’s not something I hear often, if at all, even from this family. For some reason, I fight the urge to say the words back as I stand and grab my bag. “It’s my life. I’m taking weekends off to spend time with him… if that’s okay.”
“Any day you want. The ranch is covered. But Jinx, the town’s going to talk.”
“Fuck the town. They haven’t lived my life.”
I start to storm off, but stop and wince.
They’re just trying to be protective, as nosy as they fucking are.
I turn to face them and let out a sigh. “Sorry… It’s just…
Mason is a very good communicator, and he’s very nice.
He’s doing for me what no one else has been able to.
I want to try this with him. Will you please trust me? ”
Julien nods as the others watch on. “We trust you. We don’t trust him. When an older man seeks a younger one, there’s usually a motivation behind it. A bad one.”
“I sought him,” I say. They don’t need to know about how our first meeting started.
Julien stands, taking Aleks with him. “Okay, then. Just know we’ll be here if it doesn’t work out. And if he fucks with you, there’ll be hell to pay.”
I love my family, but hate their nosiness. Still, I know it’s because they care about me. I want to be angry at them, but it’s hard.
I say nothing, spin on my heels, and walk home with a stupid grin on my face because I know Julien will do anything to protect all of us. It definitely makes you feel loved.
Before I head up, I walk into the stables to see my Waffle. Jim is there, working on Honeysuckle’s shoes and hoofs. He’s our trainer, but he also keeps the babies groomed and cared for.
He’s wearing a cowboy hat and a thick Carhartt jacket. He’s in his fifties and is a pretty nice guy. He used to work on another horse ranch, but it filed for bankruptcy after overextending itself. He needed a job, and we were looking.
“Hey, Jim,” I say.
“Howdy, Jinx,” he says in a thick Texas accent.
“Just here to say hi to Waffle.”
“She’s got fresh shoes on. I think she’s the sweetest of the three.”
I smile and stand in front of her stall. She pushes her nose out to be kissed, so I do it. “She is.”
I look over my shoulder at Jim as I stroke my horse’s neck. “Did Julien tell you we might have an Arabian filly headed our way in the spring to be trained?”
“He sure did. We’ll get that little baby set right.” He uses a large file on one hoof, the scraping noise making my teeth clench. “We’re expectin’ more snow tonight.”
“Yep, I heard. Well, I guess they’ll have to stay inside a bit longer.”
“I’ll let them out for a bit to gallop around and stretch those legs.”
I nod, give Waffle one more pet, and head upstairs.
“Night, Jim.”
“Night, Jinx.”
My apartment looks nothing like the stables. The previous owners fixed it up real nice with hardwood floors and a lot of windows. It has a small kitchen, living room, and bathroom, but it’s really all one space. I’ve been slowly decorating it and making it all mine.
Tink and Foxy stay in the house. I mean, the place has like six bedrooms. But this is better. Living here is only hard when I have no one to sleep with at night.
I strip out of my clothes, fold them, and put them on a chair. Fully naked, I fall into my bed. I’m emotionally wrung out, but I also feel lighter.
I tug on my cock, but I don’t get myself off. An order is an order, and I intend to obey Mason.
I sit up, grab the box from Mason, and head to the bathroom where I wash the plug. After lubing it, I put it in my ass. It sucks it right up. Next, I put on the cock ring and place my nuts in the sling. It squeezes me, but it’s not painful.
With a quick shot of my dick and ass from my phone, I send the pictures on to Mason.
Me: I like your dick in me better.
He’s not home yet, so he doesn’t respond. But I’m sure he’s seen it. I smile and make myself something to eat. Then I need to study.
He responds almost an hour later while I’m lying in bed.
Daddy: You’re so good. Seeing your pictures is torture without you here.
I smile at that.