“There’s nothing wrong with wanting more, we all want that. It depends on the more and how we get it.”
“I guess.” Still, the way he watched me, those eyes piercing me, made me feel there was something coming.
Wasn’t it strange that even now, with him watching me like a predatory animal about to bring down its prey that I still found him so irresistible?
My body still hummed from the things he’d done to me in that room, and my secret places were wet and tingling.
I wanted his hands and his mouth on me again, now. Instead I squirmed in my seat, and awaited whatever came next.
He tapped his fingers on the folder and seemed to be thinking over something.
“I’m about to change your life’s plan Gabriella, in a very big way. I’m told these things are usually handled in a very different way, but I’m not one to follow the crowd. I make my own way.”
I had no idea what he was talking about but held my tongue so that he would go on.
For some reason my breath hitched and my knees began to shake. I bit into my lip to help quell my nerves but it didn’t seem to be working.
“Have you ever heard of a dominant Gabriella?”
“No, what’s that? I mean I know what the word means but I don’t think I know what you mean.”
Was he saying that he was bossy? I think I already knew that, I could tell by the way he spoke on the phone when he was conducting business. Not rude, just very forceful. I kinda liked that too.
“A dominant is a man who has to possess his woman completely, at least this one does. You asked me before if I’m now your boyfriend, since that’s what you understand we’ll start there.
I will be that and more to you. The only difference being that your freedom will be limited, very limited. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?”
“I think so, maybe; do you mean that you want to control me?”
“Yes.”
My tummy jumped at the one word and my mouth went dry. There was a little bit of fear beating in my chest, but there was also something more; like something unfurling inside me, a blossom opening up in bloom.
“What do I have to do?” I was lost here, I think I knew what he was getting at, but maybe I was wrong.
I know nothing of these things. I have experience only with the relationships I’d witnessed as a child.
Daddy made all the decisions at home, that’s for sure and momma usually went along.
But somehow I got the sense that Callan was speaking of more than that. It was the way he said it, coupled with that look in his eyes.
“Everything and nothing. As mine you will never have to worry another day in your life.
I will see to all your needs as you will see to mine. We will fill a need in each other shall we say. But in order for us to work, I must have total control, no questions asked.”
“This” he lifted the folder and held it up, “is a contract, a very binding one. I want you to read it over tonight and tomorrow.
When you’ve done that we will sit down together and go over all the salient points until I’m sure you truly understand. Just know that the decision has already been made.” He gave me one of those looks that said he could see right through me, that he knew my every secret wish. I felt my body tingle.
“There are some men like me, who give their women choices. I’m bastard enough to admit I’m not one of them, with me you’ll have none. I will make the decisions, every last one of them and you will follow or there will be hell to pay.”
My hand shook as I reached for it, but I already knew whatever was written in there I would gladly sign. How did he know?
Was I such an open book? He hadn’t even been here for most of the week, hadn’t spent that much time alone with me until now. Was there something in me that gave me away?
“If I do this, does that mean that I’m weak? That I can’t think for myself?” He gave me one of his coveted smiles as his eyes roamed over me.
“To the contrary little Kitten, I would say you’re very strong, you’re the strongest woman I know.”
I was elated and scared at once. What he was offering, though I had no words for it, sounded so much like my fantasies.
Those hidden dreams and thoughts I’d harbored for some time. I’d always felt they meant there was something wrong with me.
When I’d imagine being taken, overpowered, seduced. I had nothing with which to compare those needs, I just knew they’d started when my body changed.
Now here was someone else who knew, who understood. My mind was in a tailspin. I wanted to ask a million questions but thought it best to read what he’d given me first.
CALLAN
Weak! How can a weak woman bring me to my knees? Make me want to give up my freedom for her, only her. I will show her in the days and weeks to come that there was no weakness in accepting what I was offering her. Myself.