"Hello?" I answer, my voice wavering with uncertainty.

"Angel," Jonathan breathes, his voice tired and strained.

"Jonathan!" I cry out, my hand trembling. "Where are you?! What's going on?"

"I'm so sorry for not calling sooner," he cooes as my chest tightens painfully and breathing shallows. "I promise to make it up to you."

"Just come home," I choke out.

"As soon as I can, I'm almost done here. I should be home later tonight and I can tell you everything," he says with longing in his voice.

"Are you okay?" I whisper, fearing the worst.

"Just tired," he replies. "I don't want you to worry, angel. It's just a bit of bad business that has snowballed but I think it's taken care of now. I must have forgotten my charger when I rushed out last night and didn't even notice my phone had died until I checked into a crappy motel and tried to call you but I was beat. Why don't you call Anne-"

"She's here," I cut in. "We were just talking after she dropped me off."

"Can you put her on?"

I pass Anne the phone and she gets up and slowly walks around the kitchen, her gaze flickering to me on occasion as she mumbles yes' and no's. After a few moments she hands the phone back.

"Anne's gonna stay with you for a bit and I'll be home in no time," he says.

"I'll be waiting. Drive safe please... I'm not going anywhere," I reply.

"Always for you," he says with a light chuckle. "I love you Izzy."

"I love you too Jonathan."

He hesitates for a moment before hanging up, leaving me staring at my phone. I'm relieved to hear he's okay, but still worried. He sounded so tired and strained.

"Sounds like he's had a rough day but all he wanted to talk about was you," Anne says, taking my phone and setting it down before giving me my hot chocolate. "He's worried about you too and asked me to stay to help keep your mind off of it."

"Oh it's okay, you have your own things to worry about and I can just cook-"

"Great, I could eat and I'm sure Jonathan will appreciate leftovers whenever he gets here," she says, completely dismissing me. "You know, he loves pasta right? Oh and that garlic bread you make..."

I laugh at her shameless plug. Jonathan seems to love everything I cook but Anne is a pasta-holic!

"I could make some cheesy penne with a red sauce," I muse, watching the prim and perfect Domme practically drool.

"I think he would really like that," she says, arching a brow as a smirk tugs at the corner of her lips.

"I'll be sure to make extra for you to take home, but the moment Jack calls, you go, okay?" I offer, locking my gaze on hers. Anne narrows hers slightly but decides food means more than my power trip.

"Deal, but make extra cheesy garlic bread."

"Done," I laugh, heading to the fridge and cupboards to grab ingredients.

Anne chats with me and stirs pots while I whip up enough pasta for a party. Time flies and shortly after I finish putting together her portion to bring home to bake, Jack calls. Their conversation is hushed and short and she leaves shortly after.

I eat dinner, knowing Jonathan could show up at any moment but when he doesn't I keep myself busy with cleaning up then take a quick shower. To keep my mind occupied I replay the weekend in my mind.

For my first party I had a blast!

There were definitely curve balls, but Jonathan made them all feel so small. When he told me he loved me I think my heart stopped. Even now just thinking about it I feel my heart doing flips in my chest.

Everything is easier with him. I never thought I'd be able to return to the lifestyle after my attack, but not only is he my Dom, he's showing me things I've only ever dreamed about. Sure I had read about primal play and it immediately appealed to me, but reading pales in comparison to the exhilaration of experiencing it!

The sheer electricity that coursed through my body when he told me to run, my giddy high as he chased me down and the carnal bliss as he claimed every inch of me. My core hums to life as I remember the rougher side of my careful, caring Dom. How he encouraged me whenever he saw me doubting myself and the pure animalistic lust swirling in his eyes as he took what he wanted.

I remember him caring for me afterwards, like a dream. How he cleaned me up and tucked me into bed, then the following morning how careful he was in the bath and thorough he was with the massage. Never has anyone made me feel so loved or cared for before in my life.

My mind wanders over to what might come next... When Anne mentioned doing a public scene my heart stopped, but hearing Jonathan talk about rope left me eager for it.

Bondage in general was one of the things that first drew me to BDSM. Surrendering control, being helpless and at your partners mercy, forced to be in the moment... One of my first small forays into bondage I was cuffed over a table and spanked over my clothes. Before that I had been spanked like that before, but my mind was racing. I know now that I didn't have enough trust with the dominant I was with to fully surrender, and I worried non stop about everything.

Would he be upset if I wasn't perfectly still? Should my hands be here or there? Do I need to arch my back more, are other people watching, am I taking it wrong? There were endless what ifs and inner thoughts and debates, all keeping me from fully experiencing the moment.

The second experience was different. I was restrained so I didn't have a choice in where I was positioning myself. He was very clear what he wanted from me and what he expected so I was able to focus on that instead of letting my mind run totally wild.

None of it compares to the first time Jonathan took me over his knee. By that point I already had far more trust and respect for him then I had for any other man and Jonathan is always clear on what he expects and is going to do. He has a way about him that when he speaks he doesn't need to raise his voice, my body just instantly tunes in and listens. The utter silence as he delivered his punishment was bliss. It was like a reset allowing me to let go of the things that brought me to that point.

Twisting my hair up into a messy bun I head into Jonathan's room to grab something to change into. On autopilot I grab my usual leggings and sweater but pause when I see his white button up. I pick it up and smile, savouring his cologne that still lingers on it and decide to wear it instead. With nothing left to do but wait I head down stairs and curl up on the couch to watch TV. The moment I sit down the day catches up to me and my eyelids flutter shut.

I wake up some time later, the sun has gone down and the only light in the room is from the TV. Wiping the sleep out of my eyes I sit up noticing a fleece throw covering me. My eyes go wide and I see someone sitting in the chair beside the couch.

"Izzy," he breathes out.