Page 12 of Possession

Chapter 6

Nathaniel

Providingaftercare to a sub had to be one of the most fulfilling aspects of being a Dom. To know that I’m providing comfort after a scene was so gratifying. With Madeline, it was even more so. The utter trust she’d offered both Joseph and me during the scene and after made this entire evening worth it. I glance up and saw his eyes were transfixed on Madeline. When he sensed my stare, he looked down at me and unspoken words shifted between us.

Neither of us had felt this instant connection with a sub before. Joseph always claimed he believed in love at first sight. I never knew if he was serious or not. However, I definitely acknowledged the fact that there was something about this woman that drew me to her. A warmth. Whatever it was, I wanted more of it. I wanted to get to know her, not just here at Black Light, but outside, in the real world. I wanted to hear her laugh. To hold her in my arms. I wanted people to know she was with us, however temporary. It wasn’t logical, but the desire was undeniable.

I brushed back the dried hair from her face and cupped her cheek, needing the physical connection with her as I was coming to the realization that this was worth exploring further. She nuzzled my palm, her expression still a little drowsy.

“How are you feeling, pet?” I asked softly.

Madeline shook off her sleepiness and grinned. “Absolutely wonderful, Master. Thank you.”

“Good. If you’re ready, I want to head to the bar. You need food.”

I held out my hand and pulled her off Joseph’s lap when she placed hers in mine. Joseph handed me her dress, and I helped her back into it. Next came her glasses and, with a gentleness I’d long forgotten I possessed, I replaced them on her face. She blinked her wide violet eyes up at me. With Joseph on her other side, I led her over to a table in front of the bar, pulling out her chair and helping her get settled in it. We took our seats directly on either side of her, and I motioned for a server. Once she took our order, she quickly left, leaving the three of us alone.

In unison, Joseph and I reached out and clasped each of her hands in one of ours. Her skin was silky smooth. I could touch her forever and never get tired of it. There were so many things I wanted to ask her, but I was never good at that kind of thing. Thankfully, Joseph knew me well enough and started up the conversation I wanted to.

“I know this is a little backwards, considering how our night has progressed, but we’d love to get to know you a little better. I’ll start. I’m Joseph Crocker. I’ve been a Dom for ten years, since shortly after I graduated from Columbia. My folks are still married and live in Upstate New York. I have two brothers and a sister, all older, and a slew of nieces and nephews. I’m a huge fan of college basketball and Nat and I have worked together at the FBI for the last five years.”

“Wow, the FBI huh? And you guys are partners?”

Joseph shook his head. “There aren’t really such things as ‘partners’ in the FBI. We’re actually part of the same team, and more often than not, we’re sent out into the field together, but that’s mostly because I’m the only one who tolerates this jackass.”

He chin-tilted in my direction. A single finger was my response. Madeline’s gaze ping-ponged between us like she wasn’t sure how to take our banter.

“What about you?” Impatient as always, I prompted her to give us some info. I’d be happy learning anything.

“Madeline Parrish. I recently moved to D.C. from North Carolina where I was a practicing clinical psychologist for the past eight years. I’ve been sexually submissive for as long as I can remember, but I didn’t really understand what it meant until my last year of under-grad. One of my girlfriends got me into the local dungeon, and the minute I walked in I felt like I was home.”

She turned to me. I could sense that she understood I didn’t care to talk about myself and when she didn’t say anything, I appreciated that she didn’t force me to talk before I was ready. She merely waited patiently. I wasn’t big on talking. It was something I’d never excelled at. I was more of an action kind of guy and feelings weren’t really my ‘thing.’

I gruffly gave her a response. “Nathaniel Morgan. Not much to tell. I didn’t know I was a Dom until I met Joseph. But the minute I recognized the need for control inside me, I fully embraced it and haven’t looked back. Now, I’m done talking about myself. We want to see you again. Outside of here.”

She looked between us, studying us both before responding. I held my breath waiting for the answer I hoped she’d give.

“I’d really like that.”

Muscles I hadn’t realized were tight loosened, and I exhaled in relief. I knew Joseph had been nervous about her response as well. There were times I envied his ability to fall so quickly for someone. He’d been in awe of her since the moment he’d seen her. But I also knew he would be a little cautious with his feelings. We’d been burned before.

“Great. There’s a concert upstairs at Runway this coming Friday. Then, after it’s over, we can move down here. We’ll pick you up at seven.”

Her blinking eyes behind her glasses were the only sign of her surprise at Joseph’s demand. She was going to have to get used to it. When it came to certain things, we didn’t ask.

“Runway?” Her forehead crinkled adorably with confusion.

“It’s the premier dance club in D.C.,” Joseph explained. “Sits right on top of us. Both clubs are owned by Jaxson Davidson and Chase Cartwright. You didn’t come into Black Light through the club?”

She shook her head. “No, we came through a psychic shop. You mean there’s another entrance?”

“Oh yeah, there’s one through Runway and one from the shop. Black Light is extremely exclusive and even more private and confidential. There are a lot of prominent people who are members here and secrecy is of the utmost importance.”

Madeline seemed impressed. “I had no idea. I mean, Garreth had mentioned its exclusivity, but I didn’t realize to what degree.”

Wanting to get back on track, I brought the conversation back to our next date. My body tingled oddly with anxiousness. “So, Friday night. Seven. We’ll pick you up.”

She released my hand to salute smartly. “Yes, Master.”

“Oh, pet, I can’t wait to tame that mouth of yours.”

“If ever any beauty I did see, which I desired, and got,’twas but a dream of thee.”

- John Donne, The Good-Morrow

My dearest Madeline,

I dreamed of you last night. You were standing on the shore of the lake, your unbound hair tangling around your face as the wind whipped it to and fro. Your hand shaded your eyes as you looked out over the water, watching the sun fall below the horizon. The yellows, oranges, pinks, and purples of the dusk-filled sky drew a smile to your beautiful lips. It was a smile that eclipsed even the disappearing sun. I wanted to take a picture of that smile, to capture it forever.

I waited in the distance, not wanting to disturb you. My patience was fairly tested though when you remained standing there, long after the sun disappeared and even as the moon glowed brightly above the water, illuminating the entire sky. Your only movement came when you wrapped your arms around yourself as you shivered in the cold night air. Just as I was about to call out to you, you turned and began walking toward me. You held your head high, the smile no longer visible, as you moved with grace across the sand, coming ever closer to me. I held my breath as you finally reached the place I stood. Hesitantly, as though you might disappear, I raised my hand to cup your cheek in my palm. Your skin was soft as silk beneath my fingertips.

My heart hitched in my throat though as tears filled your eyes. They spilled over and left a trail of moisture down your face. As I continued to stare at you, the tears changed. They turned from clear, to pink, to red, until soon, they were the deepest shade; the color of blood. Your mouth parted on a silent cry, but no sound escaped. Faster and faster your tears fell, with no end in sight.

Slowly, I unbuttoned your blouse, each tiny enclosure released to expose your glorious breasts to my view. I pushed the fabric back behind your shoulders, and I couldn’t help but admire the vision of beauty in front of me, even as the blood-red tears dripped from your chin to dot across your chest. You didn’t even flinch. You only stood silent and unmoving.

My vision homed in on a cluster of droplets. I cocked my head as I studied them, and it was then that I saw the shape that had formed. I smiled as I reached out and traced the design that had fallen with precision. Because you see, my dearest Madeline, your tears of blood had formed a heart. A heart that will soon belong to me.

Until we meet again.

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