Page 53 of Beneath the Scars
Addie looks around the functional yet nice room. She embodies a temptress, with her dark hair falling down her back and her black outfit showing off every curve.
Her confidence shines, even in a situation where she’s out of her element.
Knowing that she submits to me without a thought is humbling. A few months ago, I wouldn’t have believed I was worthy of her trust.
Now, I’m determined to prove I’m the only man who can take care of her.
Addie’s brown eyes are penetrating. “What happens now?”
“You kneel.”
Without hesitation, Addie drops down onto the hard tile floor. She doesn’t bend her head down in supplication, and I don’t want her to. She may be my submissive, but she’s also my equal.
I run my palm across her head. “You’re fucking beautiful, Adalaide.”
My words soften the tense line in her shoulders. I drop akiss on her forehead to show my gratitude, then yank at the laces running down the front of her shirt. She gasps at the sudden movement.
It takes seconds to pull the sides apart until her breasts are spilling out. Instead of yanking the laces all the way out, I pull the shirt over her head and place it in the chair. As I turn back to where Addie is kneeling, I work my shirt off.
The way she drinks me in every time I bare my body to her will never get old.
My hard cock is straining against my fly at the sight of her. In her everyday life, Addie doesn’t submit to anyone. She’s a headstrong, independent, and capable woman. Being the one she gives her control to is a privilege I will never take for granted. Tonight, I’m going to show her a side of me I don’t normally show a scene partner. She’s going to learn what it’s like to be a pleasure Dom’s submissive.
Once my shirt is added to hers, I walk back over to her and hold my hand out to help her up. I yank her pants and underwear down before helping her out of her heels, and then she’s bare in front of me.
Then I rummage through the drawers to find a specific item first. Once I find it, I move behind Addie. A black silk blindfold slides through my hands as I wrap it around Addie’s head.
She sucks in a breath when I place it over her eyes.
“Do you still want to give me free use?” I whisper in her ear.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then be prepared for a very long night ahead.”
Chapter 29
Addie
As Michael ties the blindfold across my eyes, something clicks in my brain. Every muscle softens, and I let go of the tightly held control I’ve had wrapped around myself like armor. In this room, with this man, I don’t have to be anything other than my authentic self.
There’s freedom in that idea.
How many times have I had to make myself smaller to keep the peace? How many interactions have I had to be careful of what I say as to not give a man the wrong idea?
I’ve been terrified of my desires because society has taught me that not all men are safe. I was prepared to keep these fantasies a secret because what independent woman wants control to be taken out of her hands?
But then Michael showed me that while he might be in control of my pleasure, I’m the one who has all the power. It’s liberating.
With any other man, I’d never have felt confident in sharing these deeply personal fantasies. Michael’s more than proven that I can trust him to take care of me when I’mintensely vulnerable. He’d never abuse the power I hand over to him.
And having that certainty has allowed me to lean in to the unknown. I’ve given Michael permission to do whatever he wishes to me. All I asked is that my limits be respected. There’s no fear of him pushing me past what I can handle because he knows me better than anyone ever has.
Fingertips slide down my spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Then Michael grabs my biceps and gently pulls them behind my back. At his encouragement, I bend my arms at the elbows, resting my forearms together. Leather straps get tied around both of my wrists. It’s loose enough that I can move, but I won’t be able to get out on my own. The restriction makes my pulse pound. Michael now has full access to me. He can do whatever he pleases, and I have no doubt that no matter how much I plead, he’s not going to do anything I want him to do.
My mind is racing with all the possibilities.
