Reclaiming Her Heart

Chapter 47 - Redirect

Jadea

They left with enough time to make it back to Ty's before night fell.

Adam wouldn't return until well into the night.

Which left Caden and I alone.

After eating an early dinner, we curled up together on the large floor pillows in the living room. He surprised me when he snuggled into my side, laying his head on my shoulder and chest. It was a rare occurrence when he wasn't in the presiding role. I didn't comment on it, wrapping my arms around him, knowing he needed this.

"Do you think we could visit the ley lines?" Montana's mystery spot was where the ley lines were closest to the surface. The earth's natural magic was at its most potent at such junctions. Which was why they created such mysterious circumstances in the mortal realm.

Primitive wolves were made from moonstone and earth's deep mantle. The very earth's magic running through our veins. Primitive wolves, regardless if they had other inherent gifts—such as healing, telepathy, mind reading, etc—could tap into and use the earth's natural powers. Some could make crops grow in unsuitable conditions—such as in a desert or in the dead of a Montana winter. Others could manipulate the very earth and use it as a weapon. There was an endless number of possibilities to what one could do with the earth's natural powers.

Where the ley lines were condensed and close to the surface, it not only allowed primitive wolves to easily connect with the earth, it also healed and soothed deep emotional and mental wounds. It was a place to meditate. To heal. To grow. To connect with the most primitive parts of one's self.

I was hoping it would help me connect with my wolf.

"That's a great idea. When Adam returns, we will discuss when we want to go." We settled down, simply enjoying each other's company.

When Adam was on his way back, Caden and I set up the scene for the night. We did it on the back porch again. Caden wanted to introduce Adam to the whip—which would be the top form of pain for such scenes—and required more space than the bedroom could accomodate. By the time Adam walked onto the patio, I was strung up and ready for the scene. It took longer since Caden was teaching. He demonstrated a few strikes, then handed the whip to Adam. Due to our heightened abilities, werewolves could naturally catch onto things quickly. Adam made a few practice hits on a pillow Caden propped up in a chair. The first hit was too hard, ripping a hole in the fabric. A few strikes later, he mastered it.

Shifting focus, he cracked the whip. It struck home, the sting welcoming.

Caden guided Adam's strikes and tutored him on how to monitor my mind and mentality. Not only how I was responding physically to the strikes—if they were too painful, or not enough—but to the deeper root. If I was spiraling, or focused, centered and responding appropriately to the exercise.

Tonight, I was distracted, my focus on Adam and his response to taking the reins during this particular scene. I knew it could be a tipping point. These scenes were intense and emotionally draining for both Dom and sub. Plus, it bordered on one of Adam's soft limits. If he decided this wasn't something he could do, we would have to either tone down the scenes by using something less painful, or find a completely different outlet—

Crack!

A hiss of pain escaping my clenched teeth, the strike harsher than the others. It left a very small s***h along the back of my ribs, drops of blood ran down my skin.

"If all you're going to do is focus on me, baby girl, then I'll happily oblige," His voice curled through my mind, distracting me from the song playing on repeat.

Crack!

"I'll make you sit and watch me jerk off. Then, you'll have to wash off the day's grit from my body before being tied to the bedpost and rest in an empty bed while I sleep in a chair in the corner of the room."

Crack!

"You'll be left unsatisfied. Alone. Needy. All because you weren't being the good girl I know you can be. And when morning rolls around, you'll be cleaning every inch of our room. Washing the bedsheets by hand."

Crack!

"This cycle ending only when you choose to focus on yourself and trust me to lead. To know and anticipate your needs during these infrequent moments when you have to rely on someone else for your safety and sound of mind."

Holy freaking hell!

I had not been expecting that from him! Yes, he was unbending, but he had been soft in his care and handling. Caden was rubbing off on him. Which wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

I felt unwarranted heat curling through my body at his threats, knowing he would follow through with them if I didn't straighten out my act. I was already wound tight from the unrelenting teasing earlier and the reminders of his promise throughout the day. I wasn't sure I would be able to survive such a punishment without resorting to an embarrassing level of begging.

And I hated begging.

Ugh!

Though, he was right. I needed to trust him and rely on him like I did Caden during such intense scenes. He was being taught by a very capable Dom and Adam had never given me a reason not to trust him. Everything I was focusing on would be addressed in aftercare.

"I understand, sir," I groused.

A few more cracks of the whip later, Adam wrapped up the scene, glad I fell back into the exercise and was focused on myself. Relating the pain of the whip to the song.