Harmony
The rest of my exams go without a hitch, and before I know it, Jaheim and I are sitting on my uncle's soundproofed, private jet ready to take off for New York.
The last few days have been… interesting. Jaheim picked up his Escalade yesterday, and it’s fire. It’s bigger than mine and has six seats instead of five, as well as being chromed the fuck out. I’m even thinking of trading mine in so I can get one like his.
I’d get a custom paint job done, though, and have it amber like his eyes.
There was a full moon, so Jaheim kept himself busy by meeting with the construction workers and getting the building work started on the house. We chose to build the house close to the lake, and him and dad spent last night, the night of the full moon, clearing trees on that part of the land, and hunting.
They’re getting on really well, which makes me really happy.
Jaheim wouldn’t let me give him head until this morning, and he came quick, too, both times. I'd missed hearing him coming apart, so when I woke up to him touching me in bed, I quickly got beneath the sheets to relieve him of his built-up tension.
He's definitely more relaxed now.
He wasn’t letting me touch him, but he was taking his frustrations out on my body, making me come multiple times a day, even when I was studying. I swear, one minute my mind was on business and the next it was in the clouds. He’s tied me up, spanked me, and used toys on me, and my body’s been all kinds of sore because of it.
In a good way, though.
“You excited for our first trip together, Princess?”
“Yeah, you?”
“I am. I’m excited to have you with me.” He links his fingers in mine but continues to work on his Mac. He’s shown me the two properties we’ll be going to see, and they are epic. “I wanna take you to dinner when we get there.”
“Whatever you want, Boo.”
I pull out my cell to message Ella.
Me: Jaheim’s taking me to NY, couldn’t bring your blood. Will I be okay without it?
She replies straight away.
Ella: It will be in your bag once you get there. I told you I’d make sure you had it close. Ly and have fun. xxx
Oh… so that’s what she meant.
Me: Thank you. Ly2 xxx
Does this mean…?
We take off, but my mind is on the way he tied me up last night and had his way with me for two straight hours. I don’t think there was a single part of my body that wasn’t on fire from his touch.
I hear the door close to the hostess area and take my chance to ask him.
“Baby...?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I ask you something?”
He turns his attention away from his Mac to me. “You can ask me anything. What's wrong?”
“Nothing's wrong... I just... I was just thinking about your... habits.”
He laughs, his eyes lighting all the way up with it, too. “My habits? You mean the way I tie you up and use more than just my hands on your body?”
I smile, feeling the blush in my cheeks. “Yeah. I guess.”
He closes his Mac and turns in his seat. “What do you wanna know?”
Where do I start? “Are you a dominant?”
“I was, until I met you.”
“So you aren't anymore?”
He shakes his head. “Not like I used to be. I became a Dom to help me control my other side.”
“Oh...” Realisation hits me. So he became a Dom to control his ware? “It all makes so much sense now.”
He holds my hand. “I needed something. The urges...” He looks hesitant to continue.
“The urges to fuck after your change were strong. It’s okay, I know all the ins and outs of our kind. You don't need to sugar-coat anything with me.”
“I still forget...”
“Well now that you know again, tell me.”
“I joined an underground club, if you wanna call it that. They had events that catered to all kinds of kinks. I originally went to find women who were masochists.”
“What, like women who like pain?”
“Yeah, they get off on it. Not only was I stronger with all these new abilities, my dick was bigger, too, and when I’d tried, it was painful for her. So I started researching and masochist came up.”
“Oh, I see... you wanted to enjoy sex with someone who would, too.” I feel a spike of jealousy but push it away.
“Exactly, but then I kinda fell into the dominant side of things as a way to keep under control. I didn't want a relationship, not being what I was, so I had submissives instead. That way, we could both get what we wanted with no strings.”
“That makes sense.”
“Does it?”
“Yeah. I can see why you would do that.”
He nods but then appears thoughtful. “When I first met you, I used to imagine what it would be like to have you as my submissive, but I realised quickly before I knew who you were, that you would never be.”
“Oh…” I look away from him. Me? His submissive?
He lifts my chin. “But I don't need you to be because you know what I am. Besides, all I have to do is touch you and your body naturally submits to me anyway. And I love that.”
“So you don't want me to be a proper submissive? Cuz I could try—”
“No.” His eyes have darkened now. “I don't want you to be any different than who you are. I love everything about you. And I mean everything. You are exactly what I've spent the last eight years looking for, and a whole lot more. You are exactly what I’ve needed.”
My heart flutters. “I love that freaky shit, though.”
He smiles. “I know you do.”
I blush again.
“So you know when you asked what I did for a living?”
“Yeah…”
“Well, I don’t just flip real estate. A few years ago, I took over the clubs I just told you about. I own the company, Hush, and that’s where most of my income comes from. There are several businesses under the umbrella of Hush, such as adult events, dating services, its own brand of sex toys and BDSM equipment… And it doesn’t just operate in Canada. Hush is global.”
Shit… no wonder he’s so loaded. But hold on… “So you attend the events? What happens there?”
“I did. The last one I attended didn't go to plan. It was the night before I saw you again at the apartment. When I kissed you? I was hosting one in Ontario but couldn't get you out of my mind. I couldn't even get hard to do anything even if I wanted to. I imagined us in so many scenes that night.”
“Scenes?”
“Yeah, they're what we call the encounters.”
“So what goes on there?”
“All kinds of things.” His studies me for a moment. There’s one being held in New York on Saturday.”
“What? Are you going?”
“Only if you want to. I don’t need to anymore.”
“I'll go.” Hell, I wanna see this shit for myself.
“Are you sure?”
“Hell, yeah. You gonna do something with me there?”
He pushes a hand between my thighs. “If you want me to.”
My heart races in excitement. “I do.”
“Then I will. Open.”