Page 38 of My Karmic Destiny

“I know you’ve picked up on it before. I am into the lifestyle… BDSM. I played with a few submissives occasionally, but I never found anyone who really felt like the right fit for me.”

“How did you find people to play out scenes with?” she asks, keeping the gender neutral. I suppose her intuition is picking up my preferences.

“So, are you familiar with that world?” I glance over to see her shrug.

“Not really. I’ve read some spicy books. I’ve never had anyone I actually trusted tie me up, and I’ve never given over my control if I could help it.”

“Yeah.” I sigh. “Unfortunately, there are dominants who think they’re great at it, but they aren’t paying attention to their partners. Or they don’t understand that the sub is supposed to have the ultimate power.”

“I don’t know if I can play like how you might want.” Her voice is soft and full of pain. Before I can ask her why, she answers, “I’ve been assaulted. I’ve seen the underbelly of the world.”

“Do you think you could ever trust me despite your past?” I ask. “Your trauma?”

“I don’t know what I can handle yet. Do you want to hurt me?” she questions, without judgment, I notice. “Or do you just want to tie me up and spank me a little bit?”

“Something like that.” I give her a wink. “I don’t need to inflict a lot of pain, it’s more about control. If you decide this is something you want to explore with me, we can go over my consent list to see what you would like to try and find out what your hard limits might be.”

Tessa sits with that quietly for a moment, and I wait for her to digest that as we speed down the highway. “What if I didn’t want to be spanked or ordered around?” she asks with all seriousness. “What if I only wanted vanilla sex?”

I expected this.

“Do you mean… Will I want to have sex with you without a Dom/sub scene?”

“Yes. Or is that the only way you will be happy sexually?” She turns in her seat to watch me.

I grip the steering wheel, diving deep into my emotions and needs. I ponder her question. “I believe we could find a middle ground that would work for both of us.”

“And what does this middle ground look like?” Her voice comes out raspy, sounding as though she’s getting turned on.

When I look over from the road, I see her licking her lips and her eyes hooding. Fuck, I want to take her right now.

“What do you enjoy, Tessa?” My tone is a rumble of need. “What turns you on?”

“Maybe I’d like to try out some activities on your list and see,” she says playfully.

“Do you trust me?” I ask.

She nods, but I demand, “Use your words, love.”

I usually use the nicknamepetorslut, but that sort of talk is for another day. I think Tessa might be more of a praise slut than into degradation. That’s fine, I can be her pleasure Dom.

“I trust you…sir.” She smirks after adding sir. I have a feeling she’s a brat on purpose, and I can easily be her brat tamer.

My cock stands at attention, pressing against my Armani slacks.

“Tell me your favorite things,” I command as I place my hand on her bare knee. My hand slowly slides up her skirt.

She eyes my hand that’s creeping up her soft thighs toward her center.

“Uh…” She sucks in a breath when I finger the edge of her lace panties. “I…”

As she pauses, and I pause. “Keep talking, love. Let’s see if you can be good for me.”

Her body flushes with heat. Her legs part slightly for me. She fucking loves this.

“Favorite color, purple. Favorite fast food, street tacos. Favorite dessert…”

My fingers sweep under the thin fabric and brush over her clit. She gasps.

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