Page 39 of Frost Bitten
He holds my hand in his and opens the passenger door for me before closing it up and rushing around to his door. He starts the engine and the Land Rover purrs loudly, the engine rumbling to life. We both buckle our seat belts, and then he pulls out, driving at a relaxed pace, waiting for me to ask my questions.
“So,” I pause, suddenly nervous. “I’m curious what I might expect when we do decide to have sex.”
He shifts his eyes to me before returning them to the road. “I see why you didn’t want to have this conversation over the phone…”
He finds a quiet park and pulls in to park his car, though he leaves it running for the heat.
“Cait,” he says, turning to me. “I don’t want you afraid of me. I will explain everything I like, everything I wish to do. We can take things one step at a time, so I will rank them in order of importance to me. But let me say this – when you dropped to your knees a few days ago, that – that made me happy.”
A small smile lifts the corner of my mouth, and I flush with pride, but I wait patiently for him to continue.
“Most importantly, I need a submissive person. Someone willing to trust me and submit to my requests. I have trained in BDSM clubs, so I have a lot of knowledge, but I don’t expect you to take me at my word. I have to earn your trust, and I get that. What we can do to start out is simple things. Me asking you to assume a specific position and to hold it. This way, I can learn to trust you won’t move when I’m causing you to writhe in waves of pleasure, and I can trust you’ll hold that position because you know I have your best interests at heart.”
My eyebrows shoot up, and I’m in half disbelief at what he just said. Did hereallyjust say that?
“Um, ok…”
“Do you have any questions about that?”
“Well… What about bondage and submission do you like? What makes it something you need? I’m concerned that if it’s something you need, I may not be able to fulfill that for you.”
After a brief silence, he speaks softly. “Angel, I don’tneedit. I just prefer it. Think about it like, I love both chocolate and vanilla ice cream, but I have a preference for one or the other. And I don’t want you to think about you not being able to give me what I need.You. You are all I need.”
“To answer your question specifically about bondage and submission, it’s about trust. Dominance to me is about being trusted to care for my submissive, being trusted in all ways. I mostly only need that trust in the bedroom, and adding in the bondage is only amping up the trust. If I were to restrain your wrists, I’d need you to fully trust me to read your body to tell if things are becoming too much for you. I also have to trust that you will communicate in some way, whether that is verbally or with body signals if you are overwhelmed. Bondage and Dominance are first and foremost a partnership geared toward increasing pleasure, but there are other psychological aspects as well.”
“I want to reassure you, if something happens that you don’t like, all you have to say is stop. I don’t play the games some people play, and I know from your history that you won’t either. Any variation of stop – no, don't – thosewill work, too. I’ll stop immediately, and I’ll ask you what I did that you didn’t like. I’ll offer an alternative, or you can stop everything altogether.Youhave the control of continuing. You are the one in control; I’m just here as your instrument, and I need you to trust me to play your true song.”
“Ok,” I reply, generally relieved.
“Ok?”
“Yeah, I get this analogy. If we can trust each other, it makes our partnership that much more intense and… Yeah, now that I know for sure, I won’t have to worry about what will happen when the time comes.”
“Am I okay to take you back to your Jeep?”
“Yes,” I say with a bright smile. I want him to know I do trust him, but I just need to know what to expect.
Once he brings me back to the parking lot, he parks next to my Jeep. I hop out and open my Jeep door. I crank the engine over to get the heater started again, but when I turn around to say goodbye, Bast is right there, wrapping me into his arms. His warm lips find mine, and I’m immediately lost in his kiss. Seconds, maybe minutes, pass as he kisses me, igniting a fire within me for the passion he hides inside his quiet shell.
“I’ll pick you up tonight. Seven-thirty?”
“Yeah,” I breathe, and then he pulls away, letting me climb into my Jeep to leave. I need to wait. Now isn’t the time to push limits; I’ll need to go get Lily soon. But, damn. Now I’ll be thinking of his kiss all afternoon.
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“Girl, normally I don’t ask, buthot damn, you better give me the deets tomorrow. Here’s hoping he’s as good at making a kitty purr as he thinks he is!”
Blushing, I crack up laughing at her crude words. As I prepare for my date, I video chat with Ella. I’ve gone with fitted jeans and a low-cut, long-sleeve top. I’ll have a scarf and jacket, so I’m not worried about staying warm.
Once I’m finished with my makeup and hair, I stand up, giving Ella the full view.
“Oh yeah, girl, you’re getting it tonight. Meow!”
We both collapse into hysterical laughter until my alarm signals it’s almost time. “Alright, girl, I gotta go. I’ll text you tomorrow, just in case.”
“Details, Cait! I’ma need some spicy details!” She’s still yelling to take notes or even pics and videos as I hang up on her, still giggling. Within the next few seconds, there is a knock on the door, and butterflies instantly erupt, fluttering through my body. I run to the door, take a moment to catch my breath, and then open up.
Standing on my doorstep is one seriously fine specimen of a man. Bast is wearing black jeans and a black leather jacket, with just enough color in the hunter-green shirt underneath to break it up. The green highlights his light blond hair, and the seductive amber and cedar wood scent that is solely his wafts toward me, making my thighs clench and my mouth water.
