Page 35 of Storm Bound
Not because they were unwelcome, but because they felt so right, and I wanted this more than I needed life itself.
“O-okay,” I said, becoming smaller in my seat and tightening my grip on the seat belt again.
“Do you want to use a safe word? I don’t need one. You can just tell me to stop, and I will. This isn’t anything sexual, but if it’d make you feel safer, tell me now,” he said, his hand resting on my thigh.
“I… I’ll just use Adam. If that’s okay?” I said.
Charlie smiled and glanced at the road, rubbing his hand on my thigh.
“Great. Now, Adam, I need you to take a deep breath. Inhale through your nose.”
I felt my nostrils flare as I did what I was told.
“Now exhale from your mouth,” he said.
My lips parted, and I let the breath out.
“Good boy,” Charlie said in an enthusiastic tone that would sound patronizing to anyone else, but it made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. “Now, stop shaking your leg.” I forced my foot to lay flat on the car floor. “Take a deep breath. And out. Put your hands down. There’s a good boy.”
I all but whimpered with every praise. It sounded unorthodox indeed, but my entire body washed over with calm, and the excitement of being dominated, even if it wasn’t anything sexual... I hadn’t had this in such a long, long time, I’d forgotten how good it felt.
“Keep breathing, sweetie. I’m here for you, and I’ll protect you, okay? From every... thing.”
I kept taking deep breaths, and Charlie glanced at me, checking on me, making sure I was managing.
“Is that better? How are you feeling?” he asked.
“B-better,” I answered, staring at my knees.
“We’re getting there,” he said.
That made me look up.
“I meant with you. Don’t lie to me, Adam.Are youfeeling better?”
My heart still thumped wild in my chest, but I wasn’t sure if it was nerves or exhilaration from what was happening.
“What calms you down, boy?”
“Cursed Hearts,” we both said in unison.
“Tell me about your favorite episode,” he said with a smirk.
“It… it’s hard to pick one,” I mumbled.
“Did the cat get your tongue, boy? Speak up,” he repeated, a little sharper and more authoritative.
I did, my whole body zinging with the exhilaration of not having to fight with my fears and being distracted by the beautiful man beside me.
So not only did I speak up, but I also answered his question, listing all my favorite episodes, secondary and guest characters, and favorite storylines, so that by the time we got to the Bates’ farm, I’d lost track of time.
“How are you feeling now, boy?” he asked.
I looked at him as he pulled on the parking brake and smiled.
“I feel great, sir,” I answered.
He smirked.
