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by Ravenna Tate


  Maybe I should go for a walk? Maybe I should walk to the club and beg him to love me back? How could I have let this happen? As the sunlight begins its descent toward evening, I sink further into despair. I’m such a damn fool. I thought I could handle it. I believed I was more intelligent than this. I was so wrong.

  ****

  My phone ringing wakes me up. I sit up, startled, my heart racing. I must have dozed off again. What time is it? I’m still dressed and on the sofa in my living room. And the phone is still ringing. It’s not one of the custom ringtones I set. Everyone has a ringtone, even the people at work.

  When I glance at the caller ID, it’s not a number I recognize, but it is a local one. Dakar!

  “Hello?”

  “Macie, it’s Dakar Garcia. Did I wake you?”

  I’m too stunned to answer.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t call earlier. We had some club business to attend to and it went on longer than anticipated.”

  He called! He said he would, and he did!

  “You probably have to work in the morning.”

  “No.” My brain finally decides to function. “No, I don’t. I’m on vacation all week.”

  “Oh, perfect. I know it’s late notice, but my cousin is getting married Wednesday. And I have to warn you. He’s a bit … unusual.”

  He chuckles softly, as if we’ve just shared a private joke together. Am I dreaming this?

  “He’s getting married in the park, by the large fountain, at four o’clock in the afternoon. He doesn’t understand that most adults have jobs to attend all week, or that there will be strangers in the park who might not want to be part of his wedding.”

  “I actually think that sounds lovely.” I actually think I sound like I’m punch drunk, but I’m still stunned and can’t process a simple sentence.

  “Oh, I’m sure it will be. It’s just different. So, will you come with me? There’s a reception afterward, but it’s indoors. We all insisted on that part. He wanted hot dogs and popcorn from a street vendor.”

  Now, it’s my turn to laugh. “Your cousin sounds like a fun person. I can’t wait to meet him.”

  “He’s a character. The dress is casual, meaning if we show up in jeans and t-shirts, he’s fine with that.”

  “I would love to come to your cousin’s wedding with you.” Oh. My. God. Not only did he call, but I am going to meet his family, and attend his cousin’s wedding!

  “Fabulous. Thank you. But first, let me prep you about some of my family members.”

  I listen to his deep, sexy voice for close to half an hour describe various aunts, uncles, and cousins, including the parents of the cousin getting married. They’ve been together since high school and are still going strong, but they have a penchant for collecting people, as he calls it.

  Their home was the place where strangers would drop by and be invited to stay as long as they needed to get back on their feet. It was the place where stray cats and dogs would congregate, leading his uncle to build a shelter for them, complete with carpeting and litter boxes.

  “How far away from you did they live when you were growing up?”

  “Not too far. They helped a great deal after my father passed. My aunt and mother were sisters. They didn’t get along very well, but I never knew that until I was grown. I believe their differences had to do with my mother’s envy over her sister’s life. She saw it as perfect. They offered to take us in after my father passed, but my mother’s pride wouldn’t allow it. She was determined to raise me herself.”

  “It’s fortunate you stayed close with them, despite that.”

  “Gerry, the cousin getting married, wouldn’t have had it any other way. He and I have always been close. He’s out there, but that’s what I like about him.”

  “Is he your age, then?”

  “Yes. Forty years old, and he’s finally taking the plunge.”

  “I’m honored that you asked me to be your guest at his wedding.”

  He’s silent for a few seconds, to the point I glance at the phone, thinking the call was dropped. But the call is still connected. Did I say something wrong?

  “Macie, I can’t imagine not taking you. Last night … I don’t know how to say this without sounding ridiculous.”

  “You won’t. Please say it.” The words are out of my mouth before my brain stops them, because I’m desperate to hear this.

  “Something happened to me. You happened to me. Everything changed. I shouldn’t be telling you this over the phone.”

  “Then come over.” My heart is pounding.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Dakar, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

  “We have a lot to talk about. I meant what I said about not being able to have a relationship without being true to myself as a Dom.”

  I squeeze the phone hard. “I know you did, and I respect that. I wouldn’t want you to be anyone other than who you are.”

  “Have you eaten dinner?”

  “No, not really. I fell asleep for a while.” I wasn’t hungry until he mentioned it, but now my stomach growls.

  “I’m bringing food. We’ll talk.”

  “I’ll be here.”

  After we disconnect the call, I let out a loud cry and twirl around the room until I’m dizzy. Then I race into my bedroom to find something sexy to wear.

  Chapter Ten

  Dakar wants to be with me. He wants to be with me! That thought races through my mind, over and over, like a mantra. I’ve changed my clothes and my teeth are brushed when the downstairs buzzer sounds.

  His footsteps are on the stairs. I open the door, unable to wait until he’s reached my floor. He looks so different in jeans, a polo shirt, and shoes. Quite casual, but his aura is the same. Sexy, dominant, and charismatic. I almost drop to my knees.

  “Hi.” I put a hand to my mouth as he grins. “Should I call you ‘Sir’?”

  He steps inside and closes the door behind us before pulling me into his arms. I sigh at the emotional response coursing through me, simply from being held again.

  “Our dynamic is one of the things we need to talk about, but first, I’ve been waiting all day to do this.”

  The hands that gave me so much pleasure all night cup my face gently, and the crystal blue eyes that mesmerized me gaze into my own. I’m barely able to breathe. When his lips touch mine, I moan loudly and wrap my arms around the strong body that I was skin-to-skin with for hours. I long to be that way once more.

  His tongue caresses me, gently, slowly, teasing me into a frenzy. I push closer to him and snuggle against his body, never wanting to leave again. When he finally releases the kiss, I’m almost panting.

  “Oh, Macie. How am I supposed to process words now?”

  “Talking is so overrated, you know.”

  His deep, sexy chuckle sends shivers down my spine. “Sometimes, but if we’re going to make this work, it’s important we know what to expect from each other right off the bat. Twice I made the mistake of not talking things through, and assuming too much. I won’t make it a third time. Especially not with you.” He caresses my face, and I let out a shaky sigh at the touch. “You’re the woman I’ve been waiting for.”

  “And you’re the man I’ve waited for.” I’m dying inside. This is real!

  An expression of uncertainty graces his features. “Are you sure about that?”

  “Yes. I’m positive. God, I’ve never even said that to anyone. I never had the courage to say it before. You don’t understand what you did for me. Last night wasn’t only the best sex I’ve ever had. It wasn’t only the playing and the exploration. Every fantasy I’ve ever had came true. Every single one. When does that actually happen to someone? And especially with the same person?”

  “Macie…” The awe on his face sends my heart racing once more. “I’m overwhelmed by you. Not only are you beautiful, but you’re intelligent and sexy. I love your adventurous spirit. But are you too independent to be a submissive?”

>   “I don’t believe so. Dakar … I mean Sir … I realize now that part of the longing I’ve felt all these years was because I am a submissive. I want to please you. I want to serve you. I want to feel those incredible sensations of giving over control of my body and my care to you. And the play … it’s like a drug. I must have it.”

  Even though the smell of roasted chicken wafts past my nose, leading my stomach to growl again, loudly, this time, his bright smile is enough to help me ignore the hunger cravings. “You have no idea how thrilled I am to hear you say that.”

  He glances toward my abdomen and then cuts his gaze to the bag he’s holding. “But let’s eat this before it gets cold.”

  We set out the chicken, mashed potatoes and biscuits on paper plates. My kitchen table is so small everything barely fits, but I might as well be dining at a four-star restaurant right now. I’m so happy that he’s here. Sharing a simple meal like this is so normal. So familiar, as if we do it all the time.

  As we eat, a memory from last night pops into my head. “I never asked you what that toy was. Not the knife. The other one.”

  “It’s called a Wartenberg wheel. Did you like it?”

  “Very much.”

  It’s time to be sure he believes I can do this. “Sir, do you think I’m a submissive? I know I believe it, but you have more experience at this than I do. What do you think?”

  “What did you think of me asking you to kneel and call me ‘Sir’ last night?”

  “I loved it.”

  “Be more specific, please. We were at the club, and you were there for an experiment in impact play. It’s easy to get into a role under those circumstances, but if we live this, it’s twenty-four seven.”

  I pause in the act of bringing a second piece of chicken to my mouth. “This is going to sound odd.”

  “No, it won’t. Don’t think about it. Just tell me what you’re feeling.”

  “I liked being ordered around. I don’t mean I would enjoy you telling me I couldn’t do something, or making me prove I was out with friends as opposed to out with another guy. There’s a very fine line between abuse and the control of a Dom, isn’t there?”

  “What makes you say so?”

  “The reading I did, plus my own conclusions. I’ve done a lot of thinking today about everything I felt last night. About my reactions. The emotions your actions stirred up. Yes, I’m independent, but only because I have to be. The reality is that the idea of belonging to you … of being under your control, makes me feel more alive than I understand.”

  “Being your Dominant still doesn’t give me the right to boss you around like a slave. Not unless that was our dynamic and you had agreed to it.”

  “What kind of a dynamic would we have? Perhaps if we started there, I’d have a better handle on what I find so freeing about this concept.”

  His smile sends delicious tingles through my body. “I think you’re on the right track with regard to your emotions, but don’t yet realize it. As to the particulars of what to call me, or when you should kneel, those aren’t as important to me as the big picture.”

  He puts down his fork and takes my hands. “Macie, I want to help you become the person you’ve always wanted to be. Your goals are important to me. Part of our dynamic would be me pushing you to obtain those goals. I want to live with you. I want to be monogamous with you. I want you in my bed at night, and I want to be with you as much as possible the rest of the time. But your friends are important, too. I’m not asking you to give them up. I’m also not asking you to give up work.”

  Once again, I have no words. The happiness coursing through me is overwhelming.

  “And play, of course, would be part of our dynamic. I want to test your limits. All of them. But remember this. We will keep negotiating and communicating. I won’t force you to do something you really don’t want to do, and I would never ask you to give up being the person you are right now.”

  “I want all that, Sir. I want it with you. Please let me try to do this.”

  He leans across the table and kisses me. “Of course I will. That’s exactly what I needed to hear. Thank you, Macie.”

  We gaze into each other’s eyes, and the half-eaten meal is forgotten as he kisses me again. He releases my mouth only long enough to stand and take my hand. Every few steps we’re lip-to-lip again, and I’m lost in the ecstasy of everything he said, and in the sensation of that perfect mouth on mine.

  When he fishes a condom out of his pocket, I laugh. “I’m so glad you came prepared because I don’t have any.”

  “Is that so? Rule number one. Buy some and keep them here. Rule number two. When is your lease up?”

  “Not for six months.”

  “Hmmm … I don’t think I can wait that long to live with you. We’ll have to do something about that. But not right now.” He kisses me once more, and this time, when he releases it and we take a few steps, we don’t even make it to my bedroom.

  The same sofa where I fell asleep earlier, convinced I’d never see him again, is where we land, our limbs tangled in a smoking hot embrace. Clothes are removed in a frenzy to get each other naked. There are no thoughts. They aren’t needed. My entire being is hellbent on fucking him again, as soon as possible.

  His hands tremble as he dons the condom, and I have to help him. The sweetest smile graces his face, and I nearly begin crying again. Will I do that every time he looks at me with that expression? This is everything I’ve ever dreamed of and so much more.

  “Make love to me, Macie.”

  My heart melts. That’s it. I am now officially head over heels in love with this perfect man. I cup his face the way he did to mine earlier and kiss him, holding nothing back now. There’s no longer a reason to. Not any longer. I’m his submissive, and he’s my Dom. We’re lovers. We’re together. My life is everything I ever hoped it would be.

  When his dick slides into my pussy, I cry out in pleasure as he pins me against the sofa and fucks me, slowly at first, gazing into my eyes. His speed and strength increase, bringing me with him. A crazy orgasm rocks us both, but he’s still going.

  I’m transported to that special place only Dakar can take me. Only he will ever take me there again. After long, luscious moments he cries out before he comes. Once it’s over, he holds me tightly in his arms as our breathing returns to normal.

  “Who needs a bed?” he asks.

  I giggle. “We sure don’t.”

  “I can’t wait until we live together. We’ll never sleep.”

  “Or work.”

  He smiles down at me, and I am totally gone. Completely his. “Work is overrated.”

  As Dakar pulls me into his arms again, I close my eyes and smile. I have no idea what kind of a submissive I’ll make, but I’m sure going to try my hardest to please him. And I will definitely spend every day for the rest of my life making sure this man knows how much I love him.

  The End

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