Swept Away: The First Bloodline

“You know, if you can’t even look at me or your just gonna keep giving the freaking cold shoulder, take me home.” She didn’t want to go home. She just didn’t know if she could live the world he apparently, was well educated in, but for him she was willing to try. It was the way that Leah had explained trusting her Domme. The fact was no matter how much Taylor had seen, how nervous she felt, she trusted him completely.

Taylor scorned herself. All of this was for her. He brought her here because deep down inside she had fantasized about being the girl in the book. About being strapped down. About suspension. About the forced orgasms that she didn’t see as a punishment as they had been used in the novel. He had planned all of this for her and she was being rude and hateful about it.

Turning back to her, Taylor could see his face had softened. She relaxed at the sight of his pearly whites again. “I do love it when you chew your own ass. That way, I don’t have to do it and you don’t get mad at me.”

“I wish I could hear you. Do you chew your ass out?”

“Honestly no.”

“Why not?”

“Later the anger we just had for each other will be a beneficial factor for us both.”

“Care to explain that one to me?”

“No. I can tell you. I could answer all your questions. But it is more of a feeling is believing not believing is understanding situation.”

“So will you tell me what these bracelets mean now?”

“Gold indicates that I am a Dom. White indicates that you are a sub.”

“Why do I have the white one? You never know. Maybe I want to paddle your ass.”

“You can be anything you want to right now emotionally but let me tell you. Dom isn’t what you are. You are my sub. I’m not going to argue with you about it. Again I know what you’re trying to pull. You’re so scared of what is to come, you’re trying to pick a damn fight so it don’t happen. I’m not buying into your game.”

“Sometimes you really piss me off.” Damn him for knowing everything. He was right. “Can you just explain this whole thing to me then? You’re right. One minute I’m kicking my own ass for upsetting you and then you say something like that and I’m ready to kick your ass.”

“Taylor are you purposely trying to piss me off.” His eyes deepened in color.

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“No. But you don’t understand.”

“Yes I do. Remember, I understand everything about you. You don’t trust me enough do you?”

Taylor stared at his eyes for a moment. She did trust him. It was her body and mind she didn’t trust. She didn’t want to like what was happening. She didn’t want to be known as a freak who enjoyed pain. She only wanted to read about it. Dream about it. She didn’t want people to look down on her for living a BDSM life.

“Who said people will know?”

“These people here will know. Liz will know, I don’t keep secrets from her. I can’t keep secrets from her even if I wanted to.”

Damien laughed loudly. “Oh Sweet, I’m sure one day you and your sister will have quite the interesting conversation. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree Sweetheart. As far as the people here, they are here because this is their lifestyle to. Why would they look down on you for something they live by as well?”

What he had said made sense to her, other than the part about the apple. That she didn’t understand but as soon as she was home, she was sitting down with Liz for a serious conversation.

Hell with it she thought. Reaching out she grabbed her shot and downed it. Just as she reached for the lemon he spun the lemon placing it between his lips. About damn time! She slammed her mouth to his. Sucking the lemon briefly before dropping it to the table making room for what she wanted the most. His mouth, his entire mouth.

He pulled back not giving her nearly the time she wanted with his mouth. “Time to go Sweet.”

She let out a breath of disappointment. You are such a tease.

Chapter Twelve

Just as before they took seats in the front row. This time they were on the end of it instead of directly in front of the scene. It was a different room than before. A man stood in the middle of the room appearing to be nervous. He toyed anxiously with a small control looking device in his hand. Again, about only three feet from where she sat was a king size bed. The bed was covered with only a dark cerulean sheet. No headboard or footboard.

A recorder was set up near the bed and angled as if it was going to project onto the sheet. Taylor noted the large screen on the wall behind the bed. Positioned as if they were in a movie theater.

The man twiddled with the device again, taking visibly deep breaths. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. She couldn’t help but to think if maybe he was going to be the submissive. Or that this was his first scene. Whatever it was had him nervous.