Page 49 of Dewpoint
I wanted to always be the port in the storm where people could feel safe and where they could find sanity. Comfort. Be heard and take a break.
And somehow I was seen as weird or an oddball?
That always made me sad if I was honest.
I closed the door behind her and let her into the sitting area, frowning when she didn’t say anything. I could feel the upset, but also now the nerves coming off of her.
But this was something I couldn’t push her on. It was no different than if she was inebriated. She wasdistressedand not in her head. It would have been pressuring her—it wasn’t wrong, but it wasn’t in my nature.
Or maybe a bit of both.
However, she was struggling.
“Give me at least a hint so I can help, Sagan?” I whispered, trying to at least make it easier.
She huffed and then paced, freezing when she moved closer to the couch and saw what I had. She leaned in and then did a double take, glancing over at me. “You—Raquel gave you access?”
I nodded. “She set up the new procedure you wanted to protect your extensive family libraries. Well done on that. I have a few suggestions if you’re open to it. Benson wasn’t.”
She sighed and rubbed her face. “To be fair, we’re both very underwater, and knowing who to trust—we were supposed to trust the elders and now it’s like we don’t want to trust anyone.”
“Fair,” I accepted. “But he should still listen to all ideas and be smart enough to know which to implement. Or discuss them with you who is the boss. Not just ignore them like he knows all.”
She licked her lips and lost more of her upset. “Very fair. I will bring it up with him.”
“I would actually suggest your Uncle Fraser might be a better one, and I would take that off your plate if you decide to tell him about our alliance—should you decide to agree to it.”
Almost softness filled her eyes. “I trust you, Joris. As much as I can. You’re plainly on my side and have shown that already.” She gestured to what I was looking over.
“The high priest needs to go,” I chuffed, beyond furious. That piece of shit kept doubling down on his bullshit, and as someone devout to his belief in the gods, I was beyond furious. It was all his selfishness and desire for power.
And that was before I took into account how amazing Sagan was.
She licked her lush lips and suddenly I didn’t care about the high priest. She stepped closer and was still overwhelmed by too much for me to lock into any one thing. “How does it work?”
“What work, My Queen?” I whispered.
She shivered. “What you offered. How does it—tell me what to do.”
I mirrored her movements and stepped closer. “No, you tellmewhat to do, Sagan. That’s the whole point. I give you whatever you want. You’re the boss here.”
And that was what she needed.
Constantly, she was being shut down or dismissed. At every turn she was being undermined or demeaned. Sheneededsomeone to let her be the queen she was.
Even if it was sexually and for a night so she could keep it together.
She closed the distance between us and stared up at me, her huge chest heaving as she chuffed while her large, pretty deep red eyes flashed power. “Worship your queen in every way I need.”
I groaned and cupped her head as I kissed her. Her lips were just as soft as they looked and she responded beautifully. She fisted my shirt and took control of the kiss, pushing her tongue into my mouth and demanding I give her what she needed.
It was what I’d always wanted. Most of the submissive men I’d met wanted to be told everything and every step. That was fun too, but this was better than drugs for me. She was coming into her own and exploring her power. Knowing what she wanted and watching her realize she could demand it… Fucking intoxicating.
I didn’t want to be a well-trained and dead inside pet. I wanted a strong woman to lead me and know herself well enough to tell me exactly what she wanted.
And trust me enough to give it to her.
“Too tall,” she growled after kissing a bit more.
