him over by using his title. “Yes, Kitten, we can do it your way.” He takes a sip of his coffee, grabbing for my hand, then letting his gaze fall on my collar. “I fucking love that on you, Kitten.”
I never thought I’d love it, but I do. More so, he picked it out just for me, realizing how much I hate the tight ones. Whenever I see my reflection in the mirror, the girl smiling back is different, and it starts with the commitment we’d made together last night.
“I want full control in the bedroom.” He lays it out there for me, and this is not a surprise. “We can sit down at a later date, to discuss what your hard lines are.”
“Yes, Master, I agree to this.”
“I love you calling me Master, so at home,” he continues, “I’d like you to call me this. In public, you can simply call me Chadwick.”
I give him a little smirk, and part of me wants him to think I’ll challenge him. “Yes, Master.”
“I don’t want to lord your dependence over you. I want you to always be the witty funny person I’ve fallen in love with.”
“Is that it, Master?” I ask.
He leans his long arms over to me, pulling me on his lap. “Yes, is this acceptable to you?”
“Yes, Master, as long as I can keep my Converse,” I tease, and he doesn’t answer me as he shuts me up when his lips crash onto mine.
Six months later
He secures my wrists to the St. Andrew’s cross and has put the dreaded blindfold on me. I pout, pushing my bottom lip out, and his deep belly laugh has my skin pebbling with arousal. Though, I’m still not happy about the blindfold. He loves it because it’s one of the few items we are working toward on his list of stuff I agree to during our playtime. It’s surprising how many things he’s won me over on that I thought I’d hate.
He’s convinced taking away my sense of sight will be the same thing. That I’ll love it eventually. Good luck with that, buddy.
“Kitten, pouting doesn’t suit you.” In the bedroom, I give him full submission—agreeing to ten new items each month. At the end of the month, we add or take away and go on. This has been his idea, his way of giving me control, too. But I freely trust him and submit to everything when it’s him and me in this way.
He’s still opinionated when it comes to almost everything in my life. He hates my Converse sneakers but would never tell me not to wear them. But I find I want to please him and will split my time between the pain-inducing high heels and my comfortable sneakers.
“Kitten, you are the most beautiful person I know.”
And since my love for him knows no bounds and I want to please him, I reply, “Thank you, Master.”
He chuckles again, but before I can take in the sexiness of his simple laugh, he touches the cane to my body, only to let me know what he’s about to do. I thought I’d hate the cane, but it’s truly a stimulating device, inducing the endorphins, and with it, the orgasms are heaven sent.
“Kitten, you please me. You know this, right?”
“Yes, Master.” Using his title, Master, pleases him, and I’ve learned I don’t have to give up a piece of myself to please the man I love.
He takes one swing at my thighs, down to my calves, and back to my thighs. He’s never about hurting me, though I’ve come to love the pain. “You like this, Kitten?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Fuck, Kitten, nothing is more beautiful than you in my element.”
He unhooks me from the cross, and I’m surprised. We normally do a couple of different fundamentals to heighten my endorphins. But hell, if he’s ready to shower me with orgasms, who am I to tell him no?
He doesn’t remove my mask, and when he orders me to, I’m a little surprised. My eyes adjust to the light. Looking forward, I don’t see his beautiful face, only the top of his head. On one knee, he has a ring with a diamond larger than the continent of Australia.
“Eve, you’ve always been my temptation. Now you’re the apple of my eye. Do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
I tackle him, and as we both fall to the floor in a mangled heap, he has my answer. A life with Chadwick Westbrook is the dream come true