Her Mortal Mate

Chapter Sixty Four: Limits

Adam

I knew what my expectations for her would be, however I wanted to give her the opportunity to talk about what she wanted and needed from this arrangement first. She was the submissive with a specific set of goals she needed to achieve. I wanted her to guide this part of the discussion.

It was amusing to me, that I had found myself here. Before Leila, I had considered myself a more dominant type. However, she had broken me in ways that made me question my dominance. I had fallen into a more submissive lifestyle because of how she controlled and broken me. To be honest, I never thought I would find myself here, being confident enough in myself to be a dominant. I never once thought I would be researching and discussing b**m and be interested in it.

Hell! I was far more than interested if the bulge in my pants wasn’t obvious enough.

All I could hope for was that I didn’t chicken out at the last moment, when I was finally faced to actually carry out the punishments, or rewards.

“Jadea, why don’t you tell me what you are wanting to get out of this?” I asked calmly, even though I was a raging ball of molten fire inside. There were so many things I wanted to do with her and ideas I wanted to explore, but this wasn’t about me entirely. This was about both of us.

“Well, I would like to be offered a safe place where I can unpack my past. Perhaps we can engage in discussions on a daily basis, starting with what I remember and then finding ways to reach my repressed memories. Obviously, I will not just be consulting with you, I will also talk to Dr. Andrews on a daily basis as well. I need to eat at least one solid meal a day and drink water or blood. Exercising and training won’t be an issue per se, at least not in the normal sense. I’ve noticed that during times of high stress and depression, I will overwork my body. I won’t get enough rest. I will train and run excessively, so perhaps setting a strict schedule for those activities will help.”

I had to remind myself she had done this before, so she already knew mostly what she needed from past experience. There was a lot I could work with here, which was good. “I am also going to add on an affirmation a day. I want you to say aloud, to me, that you are worthy of life. You are worthy of love. And you are enough.

“If I feel you are still putting yourself down, we will add more onto those affirmations,” I continued pointedly.

Her gaze dropped and I knew she wasn’t pleased with this addition. Which only told me she needed it more than anything.

While she was good at pretending she was okay and that she was worthy of love and everything life had to offer, she fell short when it came to real life situations. There was still a disconnect. She was afraid to believe anyone could truly love her.

“Okay,” she agreed.

“What are your hard limits?” I asked.

She smirked. “During punishments, there will be no penetrative play. Well,” she caught herself. “Certain toys are fine, like vibrators, bullets, butt plugs,” she listed off a few. “I don’t like having my partner actively engaging in penetration during these times because that isn’t necessarily a punishment. To me, it is a reward.”

I nodded, understanding where she was going with this. “Okay. Continue.”

She continued on with other hard limits, most of which I wasn’t interested in doing. It was relieving to know we had relatively similar tastes. “What are your soft limits?”

“Verbal degradation and multiple partners,” she listed. “Depending on the scene, if we are working on unpacking my past safely, I don’t mind verbal degradation because that is how Hans talked to me. I know it sounds backwards, but if I am able to get into that same headspace as when I was younger and feel those same emotions, I can unpack them in a safe environment with my dom, especially during aftercare.”

She was right, it didn’t make a whole lot of sense but if it worked for her, then who was I to judge?

“What are your hard and soft limits?” she asked, her fingers caressing my cheek.

Basically they were the same as hers. “And absolutely no impact play, with the exception of spanking. I can do that,” I smirked remembering the time the year prior I had spanked that perfectly round little ass of hers…

“You want to bend me over and spank me like the bad girl I am?” Her voice was sultry against my ear and goosebumps rushed over my skin.

Had she done anything to deserve a punishment?

Through the pleasure filled haze in my brain, I realized she hadn’t eaten anything at all today, even when Constance had laid out a grand feast for everyone. My gaze sharpened on hers and she playfully smirked back.

I had to hand it to her, she was good. She had hovered by the table, making it look like she was getting something to eat, however she hadn’t touched a single morsel. This little trickster was sneaky. “Oh no no no,” I tsked, “that won’t do.”

A challenging smile was my answer. “For the record, that was before I agreed to any of this,” she sassed. “So that doesn’t count.”

For a moment, I was stupefied. Until I realized she was bratting and testing my dominance. “I get to decide if it doesn’t count, my little wolf,” I fairly growled as I stood up and stared her down intensely.

She gave me a sassy come-get-me look and I about lost it. I wanted to laugh. I wanted to kiss that look right off her face. I wanted to spank her into obedience. Damn! I wanted it all. And the nice part was, she was everything I had ever wanted and needed and so much more.

As much as this was for her, I realized I needed this too. This was going to be so therapeutic on so many levels…

“Well, you seem more talk than action,” she teased, giving me a wink.

Oh no! This wasn’t going to roll with me. “Pants down, hands on the rock,” I commanded, trying to hide the smile. Though it was no use. She knew how much fun I was having.

“Fine!” She huffed.

My hand lashed out right as the word left her mouth and caught her in a gentle grip around her throat. “That’s not how you answer me,” I growled against her ear. “Say it!”

Her instant desire by my show of dominance was heady as we shared our minds. “Yes sir,” she smirked back on a sultry note.

I eased my hold and let her go. I watched her slip her pants down to her ankles before bending over to place her hands on the rock I had just been sitting on.

Damn did she look inviting!

I forced the groan to stay locked in my chest as I stepped up next to her. Placing one hand on her lower back, I curved the other around her cheek. “There will be twenty. It would have been ten had you remembered to be polite and call me sir,” I snarled. “You will count them aloud.”

“Yes sir,” she replied more submissively.

“Good girl.”

And then I began. I alternated cheeks and areas, striking the fleshy parts and right below her ass where her thighs connected. She was going to have a hard time sitting tomorrow.

At least I thought so until I caught on to her amusement. This would heal up within a couple of hours because of her advanced immortal healing.

“Paddles work better for a longer lasting punishment, sir,” she stated, straightening up after I was done.

I would have to take that into consideration then. “Before we are done for the night,” I said, catching her attention. “I want you to complete one task tonight.”

“And what would that be?” She asked.

“I want you to say your affirmation to me now.”

Her gaze turned guarded and she nodded. Licking her lips, she straightened her back and looked me dead in the eyes. “I am worthy,” she started strong. “I am worthy of love. I am worthy of life. I am enough.”

Even though she sounded convincing, I could tell she didn’t believe the words she said. That was okay, over time she would.

“Good girl.” I praised her, caressing her cheek. “Now, come here and let me reward you.”

Her eyes lit up and she stepped forward. “Stand right here,” I commanded, leaning her back against the tree before I slowly slid down her body until I was kneeling in front of her. Her breath hitched with anticipation while I slowly slid her pants back down.

A soft hiss of pain escaped her as the cloth moved over her stinging flesh.

This would be a pain and pleasure experience. Something I never thought I would have enjoyed giving.

I reached up and felt her with my fingertips once, reveling in how wet she was. Kissing her stomach, then thighs I finally ducked my head down between her thighs and feasted until she cried out her pleasure into the early morning sky.