Page 32 of Objection
“It was enlightening to say the least,” I began.
“How so?”
“I had thought it would be insight into you, more than anything. While it absolutely was, it was even more so an insight into myself. Yes, I think most adults know about BDSM with new books and films that have come out over the last few years, however, this book was something completely different. The way it spoke of submission, of how the power exchange actually works, well, it filled me with this sense of… of…” I struggled to find the word. Soren simply gave me time to think. “It gave me a sense of security and almost a sense of home. Like, this part of me that was a constant stress, the way I needed to always be in control and take care of myself… that was all fantastic, but it doesn’t need to be a stress. Because I can set it down in the capable hands of a Dominant of my choosing. I can give control over to someone and just stop my mind for a short while. By giving that control up, I can rely on that Dominant to take care of everything I may need in that moment, knowing that when that moment ends, he will have protected my life so that I can pick it back up and continue being my badass self. It’s not that I’m a doormat, or giving over to someone. It’s a true exchange. A gift, if you will.”
I realized I had been almost rambling and I found myself blushing again in embarrassment.
“I’m sorry, I was prattling on—”
“Do noteverapologize for speaking about this, Posey. I’m honestly floored that you surmised so much from the book. Sure, it does touch on it, quite a bit, but I did not expect such an answer from you. I’m honored you have shared it with me.” His eyes looked heated in the slightly dimmed light of the dining room. I could feel his gaze on me, on my body and my body reacted in kind. My thighs pressed together as I felt my core clench under his gaze.
“Let’s move on. What is it you hope to achieve by entering into some form of dynamic with me?” I swore, if he looked at me any more intently, I would surely catch on fire.
“I want to feel what this talked about,” I explained, holding up the book. “I want to know what that freedom feels like.”
“Freedom?” he asked, a look of surprise on his face.
“Yes, the freedom of giving over, letting go, and not having to be in control, for just a little while. I want to know what that feels like.” I cleared my throat, blushing again before I continued. “I also want to feel more of what you made me feel yesterday.”
I couldn’t meet his eyes.
“And what did I make you feel yesterday?”
I didn’t have to be looking at him to know that smirk was on his lips, or to know his eyes were looking over my body. I could feel them.
“You made me feel alive,” I all but whispered.
“Tell me more. Why did you push me so much? For someone who wants so badly to give over that control, you were awfully disobedient.” I could hear the playful tone in his voice.
“The reactions you gave every time I pushed were like crack.” He chuckled loudly at my answer. “They were! I wanted that attention. I wanted to see what you would do next.”
“In the future, should we take that step, you could always just ask for what you want,” he explained.
“What fun would that be?” I tossed back.
“Brat.”
“What are you going to do about it?” I couldn’t help myself. My eyes found his again and I could feel my panties soaking at the way he looked at me. Like he wanted to devour me.
“Should we continue, you’ll find out soon enough, Posey.” The way he said my name this time felt almost dirty in the most delicious of ways. It was sinful. It was seductive — and I wanted more.
“I hope we do continue.”
“Then let’s. In order to continue, we need to set out rules and guidelines, as well as limits. Did you complete the portion in the back of the book?” He pulled out his own folder of papers and a pen.
“Yes, I did. I also wrote down questions. Would you like to see them?” I offered, handing him my notepad.
“Yes, and I will give you my own list to peruse as well.”
After several moments, he spoke again. “It seems we are similarly aligned in our limits, although you have far more question marks on this list than I had anticipated, Posey.”
“I placed question marks next to things that I have not experienced but I’m not afraid to talk about and potentially try,” I explained.
“Ah, that makes much more sense. Perfect. I want you to know that as we progress and move into new scenarios for you, I will do so with your permission only and at a speed that you can handle. It takes trust, a lot of trust and time, but you will continue to have the power, as you read in the book. So, now that limits are taken care of, do you have any questions before we move on to negotiating our agreement?” he asked.
“I don’t think so,” I answered honestly. There was something in his tone, the way he was taking control of the situation without making me feel unheard, that put me at ease and made me calm.
“Very well. As to our negotiations. I have a list compiled of rules and procedures that I prefer. I’ve kept it pretty simple. Please start at the beginning and read aloud,” he handed the paper to me.
