Page 116 of Gideon
As the workday came to a close, I found myself looking forward to going home to Naomi. We had reached a level of our relationship where we had found a real sense of companionability with one another. One that was built on more laughter than bickering, more loving than fighting. As I drove away from Zion, leaving all the stress and drama behind me, I smiled, looking out at the setting sun. I couldn’t imagine how I would get through all of this shit without her at my side. She was warm and loving, and yet pushed me, getting on my nerves in the best possible way.
She was a brat, through and through, whether she knew it or not. I had always prided myself on being a serious Dominant, a rigger at heart. While that was still incredibly true, I hadn’t realized just how badly I wanted someone like Naomi under my dominance. I needed her under my dominance and in my life in every way possible. She was the reason I could still smile every day as I drove home. That was the beginning and end of it. She was my reason.
I pulled into the drive, the sun just starting to set behind the treeline behind my house. Our home. The lights were on in literally every room of the house, something I had noticed about her. She was a tidy thing, but good Lord, the woman could not turn off a light when she exited a room to save her life. I chuckled to myself as I put the truck in park, killing the engine and bounding up the walkway to the front door.
“Honey, I’m home,” I hollered into the house. I had expected to see her there in the kitchen, preparing our dinner as she usually was, but she was nowhere to be found. “Naomi?” I called out again, thinking she just hadn’t heard me. The house was small, so that was unlikely, but perhaps she was in the shower.
I bounded up the stairs, taking them two at a time, feeling excitement flood me at the thought of catching her in the shower. All naked and slippery and wet. Delicious. Sinfully, delightfully delicious.
As I opened the bathroom door, I found nothing, but a light turned on. No running shower. No Naomi. Curiouser and curiouser. I turned around, opening the spare bedroom door and found more of the same. Nothing. No Naomi.
Finally, walking down to our bedroom door, I looked around, seeing it empty as well. I checked the closet and still no Naomi. I was half out of the room when something on the bed caught my attention.
A piece of paper lay there, folded neatly in half.
Come find me.
My vixen wanted to play. Oh, how fucking delightful. With a smirk plastered on my face, I looked in each room again. I knew she was not in the rooms, but I wanted to see if I had missed another piece of paper anywhere.
I found nothing upstairs, so I headed to the kitchen once more. There on the countertop sat another folded paper.
Getting warmer.
My heart began to race as thoughts filled my head of what my perfect little submissive had in mind. My dreary day was certainly looking up. I scanned the living room, finding another paper next to the television in the corner.
I’m not in the television, but you can still turn me on. Come find me, Sir.
My dick swelled in my pants. I palmed myself, squeezing as I felt arousal pool low in my gut. Where the hell could she be? I looked in the closet by the door, finding only the normal jackets and odd things that we stored there. As I turned towards the front door, I saw the paper taped neatly just underneath the glass paned window.
Almost there. Come find me, Sir. I’m eagerly awaiting your pleasure — and your pain.
Fuck me sideways. The woman was going to kill me. What a goddamn perfect way to go. She was outside? I opened the door, stepping onto the small porch as I scanned our driveway. That’s when it hit me.
The Ataraxia. My minx of a little vixen.
I ran to my beloved boat, climbing the ladder to find another paper taped to the top rung.
I am open for you. Ready, waiting, and oh so wet, Sir.
I was going to cum in my pants before I even reached her. All thanks to these naughty little notes. I stepped onto the deck of my boat, making my way to the helm. Sure enough, on the helm sat yet another note.
I am ready to submit to you, Sir. I am ready and willing. Aching for you.
I unbuttoned my jeans, needing to give my cock some breathing room. I was legitimately worried that I would blow my load as soon as I walked down into the cabin and saw her there.
On the door to the small staircase, another note was taped. I was enthralled, intrigued, and so fucking needy for her. It was almost pathetic. Or would be, if this weren’t the most sinfully sensual game we had ever played. Perhaps that I hadeverplayed.
Don’t make me wait any longer, Sir. I am dripping, waiting for your touch. Yearning for your dominance.
This one was signed.
Patiently waiting and gratefully yours,
Your vixen
My heart thundered in my chest. My response was visceral. Pride and need swelled inside of me, knowing she was right behind these steps, right past these doors.
As I walked down the steps of the Ataraxia, opening the door into the cabin, my heart nearly stopped at the sight before me. There she was. Kneeling in perfect submission, her naked form a picture of the truest submission I had ever seen.
