Her Mortal Mate

Chapter Sixty Three: Suggestions

Adam

I wanted to reinitiate our bond for many reasons, but mainly because it allowed me to connect with her in a way I couldn’t connect with anyone else. It was intimate. Deep.

And, if I was being completely honest, it was also convenient. Being able to communicate with each other on such an intimate level made understanding one another easier. And I would definitely need that transparency for what I wanted to discuss next.

“Of course,” Jadea agreed. She looked around and found a boulder for me to sit on. Last time, I hadn’t been dizzy or weak after the blood loss, but it couldn’t help to be overly cautious.

This time it seemed to go smoother. And just like that, our minds came together, meeting like long lost lovers. I sighed in contentment.

“I see you’ve been doing a little light reading,” she teased and I was surprised to find her embedded in my mind. She’d stayed out of my mind, mostly, since we first initiated the bond, so I wasn’t accustomed to her being so intimately connected with mine.

Well then, with her now knowing what I wanted to discuss, I could get straight to the point. “Last year, you told me b**m therapy helped you work through your past traumas. I want to know what those things were.” Because I wanted to know if I would be comfortable doing them to her. I knew there were things I wouldn’t be able to do if that’s what she wanted and needed, such as most of the physically hurtful aspects and verbal degradation. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hit her with harmful intention, or call her mean names. It would traumatize me if I did.

“That’s good to know,” she praised, seeing everything laid out in my mind. “I’m glad you investigated it and already know what your hard limits are. Based on what you know, you fall more into a soft dom or pleasure dom category,” she continued, her mind shifting focus to this new topic. Her mind and body relaxing, her depressing thoughts momentarily distracted. “When Caden and I were together and he introduced me to b**m therapy, I was more partial to bondage and impact play. It’s a bit hard to describe, but I will try. Basically, that kind of play allowed me the opportunity to, in a sense, reenact certain traumas from my past where I could then face and unpack my emotions in a safe environment and, eventually, learn how to take back control of myself and my emotions. That, plus the work I did with Dr. Andrew, helped me.”

Impact play. Yes, that’s what I wasn’t okay with, yet that’s what worked for her.

“I’m not saying we couldn’t work within your hard limits,” Jadea continued. “You got creative the first time you topped me, and it worked.”

“But what if it doesn’t work?” I asked the hard question.

“Then I find a different way. Maybe, Dr. Andrew has some ideas? Or, we can talk to some of the wolves in the b**m community and perhaps learn other techniques?”

As much as she wanted to hide it, I felt the edges of her need for the kind of play Caden offered. It was because it was a tried-and-true method. She needed a quick remedy, something that wouldn’t take months to overcome because she had work to do. She was a councilor. She had a pack to lead, a ranch to run, and an immortal to hunt down—to name a few of the responsibilities resting on her shoulders. “I want to have the opportunity to try my way first,” I told her. It took a moment for her to understand what I was referring to as she used my mind to fill in the blanks. “I understand why you want to go to him. I understand there is a time constraint, but I am a bit selfish myself. I don’t want to share you with anyone else.”

“I understand, and I will respect your wishes,” she agreed.

“However,” I continued after a moment of deliberation. “If after a certain time passes and we aren’t getting anywhere, I would be willing to let him work his magic. As long as there is no penetrative play.” I growled, hating the visions playing out in my mind’s eye. She deserved to know where I stood on the subject. Having another partner wasn’t necessarily off the books, but it wasn’t something I was comfortable with right now.

“I appreciate your openness.” The backs of her fingers caressed my cheek and I felt her caress my mind with appreciation and love. “However, we are getting a little ahead of ourselves. There is a lot we need to discuss before we even get to that point.”

I nodded my agreement. “I know we are both switches, and for the duration of our relationship we have assumed the roles pertaining to the situations we have been presented with. Where, sometimes I take on the more dominant role or visa versa.” I paused here, because I was nervous as to how she would take my next suggestion.

She felt my nervousness and was instantly there in my mind, embracing and seeing each thought I had. “Say it,” she commanded, and I heard the undercurrent of excitement in her tone as she realized what I wanted to do. I felt her instant response to my tentative thoughts, felt her instant draw, and it gave me the push I needed.

“I want to take on the dominant role, at least while you are working through this trauma. I want to set rules in place that will help you. And I want to be the one to… to…” my voice trailed off weakly as the nerves gripped my chest hard. Taking a deep breath, I forced the words out. “To hold you accountable when you break them.”

I felt her hum of approval more than heard it at the implications my words held. I had some ideas flitting around in my mind and I could feel her approval.

She was inherently a dominant. There was no question about it, but I felt her desire to submit to the right person. To hand over her control when she wasn’t leading her pack, when she wasn’t put center stage in the Immortal Council. She wanted someone who could take the reins during her private life. She needed someone who could switch roles accordingly and I knew I could be that person. And right now, she needed to hand her power, her control and her heart over to someone she trusted. “And this would be effective…?” She prodded.

“Immediately.”

“Hmm,” she hummed thoughtfully, her hand moving up to the ears that were still on my head. They were comfortable and, honestly, I forgot they were on. After everything that happened today, they hadn’t been important. “Alright. I agree,” she stated, sliding the ears from my head before placing them on her.

It took me a moment to understand the significance of this. I had read about this. Where a submissive wore an item to indicate their submissive status. It could be worn at all times, or just during times of play.

The ears now made a little more sense, even though I was sure she initially meant them as a joke.

“I think they look better on you, though,” she teased, booping me on the nose. Though, I had to disagree.

“Where’s that tail you threatened me with?” I smirked, unable to help myself.

She burst out laughing. “It was only a joke!”

Well damn!

“But,” she drawled. “I know where we can find one,” she winked.

“Why does that not surprise me?”

“So, what would you like to be called?” She asked, the palms of her hands running over my chest suggestively. “Daddy? Master? Sir?” She listed a few options, her gaze mischievous.

“I like sir.” I paused for a moment and tried my best to gather my thoughts. “Would it be too soon to set some rules now?” I didn’t know how all of this worked. If there was a particular order things moved in. I knew we needed to talk boundaries, hard and soft limits and such. We needed to discuss interests and scenes. But, the rest of it seemed open.

“I think talking rules and expectations is a good start,” she agreed.

Perfect!

I was glad she was on board to get this ball rolling. I was excited and eager to learn this and to step into such a role in our relationship, with the intent it would become more permanent as time went on.

She needed someone she could lean on, someone she could fall into and submit to. Someone she could trust to hand the reins of her life over to without fear of it all burning to the ground.

Trust—solid and true—was one of the things she desired most from a partner.