Surrendering

Chapter 8

"So your moving in there today?" Hunter asked me. I sighed and looked up at him and nodded. I sat my box down and went to go sit next to him on my sofa.
"Yes. It all seems so crazy. But I don't really feel scared. Nervous of course but not scared. There is something about him that just makes me on edge and ready." I say and lean my head on his shoulder. I trace the pattern engraved on his cuffs around his arms and wait for his response.
"Have you told him anything. About your past or your personal problems? Anything? You don't want him to try and calm you down or think he is the cause of anything Adrian." Hunter said.
"He knows some about my past Dominant but that's it. I couldn't talk about it Hunter. You know almost as well as I do how hard it is for me to think about my past. I have my medication though so I should be okay. I just have to believe right now that everything will be okay. That he won't let me down." I say.
"I want everything to be okay for you Adrian. You deserve more than anyone I know." Hunter says. I smile againist his arm.
"Do you know anything about Dewayne though? His needs or expectations? I want to be enough for him." I say and lean up to face him. He shakes his head.
"All I know is he is part owner of the club we frequent and that his expectations and him as a whole is very intense. More intense than Master and that's saying a lot." he says and I shake my head.
"He didn't tell me much either. Basically the same thing you just told me. I just hope I can handle him." I mumble. Hunter giggles next to me and I glare up at him.
"What?" I snap at him.
"I hope he can handle you! You're the biggest machosist I know. And you have a sadist side. Master wouldn't recommend just anything unless he knew both parties could balance each other out. I'm sure you both are perfect for each other." he said.
"I hope so. I don't think I can handle another relationship like my last. It was almost to much for me." I tell him.
"Why don't you go to therapy?" he asks me. I shrug my shoulders at him.
"I don't know. Painting is my therapy. It takes me to a whole different place. It calms me and I can clear my mind." I tell him and he nods his head.
"But your not talking about your problems Adrian. Your just pushing them to the side for later." he says.
"Can we just let this go. Dewayne will be here in an hour and I need to be ready." I tell him and stand to continue packing.
I place all of my drawing utensils in my pouches and roll them neatly and place them in an old beat up wooden suitcase and latch it carefully so the lock would not break. I folded all of my clothes the night before and already had all of them in my bags and my bathroom necessities packed as well.
"Are you going to sell this place?" Hunter asked me.
"No probably not. I don't know how things will work between him and me but this can be my safe haven if I need to leave him. Plus, who would want a small silver trailer alone in a field secluded from the universe besides me?" I say and laugh.
"Another weird person?" he says and laughs as well.
"I believe we are finished." I say and strech my joints out and sigh. Almost fourty-five minutes later I hear a knock at my door and I run to answer it. Dewayne ducks his head and steps inside my small home. He looks around and then down at me and smirks.
"Small home." he says and chuckles. I shrug my shoulders and look around my home for the last time for a hopefully and long time.
"Being alone in big houses make me nervous." I tell him. He looks at me and runs his thumb over my chin and smiles.
"Good thing you won't be alone." he says. He turns around and starts to grab boxes and taking them out into his car. I didn't have a lot of them so we didn't have to make many trips to his car.
"Are you ready?" he asks me.
"Just a moment." I say and turn to Hunter. We stare at each other, having a silent conversation between the two of us.
"You're ready. Be careful and call or come see me anytime." Hunter says and pulls me into his arms.
"I will." I whisper and wrap my arms around him. We pull away and he leans down and kisses my cheek. I grab my art case and turn to join Dewayne at my door. With one last glance at my home, we turn and walk out to his car.
"How did you end up living way out here, secluded from the world?" he asks and chuckles. I grin and look out of the window at the green field and patches of yellow flowers. Peaceful.
"For two years I lived in a dark place. And when I found this plot of land and came here everyday to get away and draw or paint. Then I decided to look up thr owner of the plot and I discovered that he had died and left it to his daughter who didn't want it and said I could have it. So I packed my things and bought the small trailer and moved there within a weeks span and I have been there ever since. Only going places when I need too." I tell him.
"How did you end up so secluded? You basically live in the woods like something from a scary movie." I say. He grins down at me and looks back to the road.
"My great-grandfather left it to me. It kind of was something from a horror movie. He was an author. He wrote horror novels and short stories. He was fascinated with dark things and his home reminded me of the castles from the Medevil Ages or The Adams Family. Dark and gloomy but when you walked into it you felt welcomed and like you were home. I spent almost everyday there and most of my summers. We were very close. When he died I moved in there and redecorated. I didn't make many changes to it, just made it more modern and up to date with a few things and added a few things myself to suite my needs." he said.
"How long have you lived there?" I asked him.
"Almost five years." he said.
"And you lived there alone the whole time?" I asked him.
"No. As I told you I had a few submissives in the time period I have lived there. But none of them lasted very long so for the most part; yes I have lived alone but I have had company." he says.
"Why me?" I ask him. I needed to know before the question drove me insane.
"Most of your submissives have been women. Beautiful women if I were to guess. So I just don't understand." I say to him. He stays silent for a moment before he finally answers me.
"To say I know the answer to your question would be a complete lie. Yes all of my submissives have been women. Beautiful women. But I was never fully satisfied with them. Either they couldn't handle my needs or I lost complete interest in them and we both parted ways with no hard feelings. They all have new Dominants and even a few have had formal collaring celebrations. I have never been with a male. Never had a male submissive. Yes I have kissed men and yes I have performed sexual acts with the presence of another man but never done anything to or with them. This is new territory for me. But there is something about you that I am drawn too. Since the beginning I have had the need to have you. I know you have felt it to or you wouldn't have came to me and you wouldn't be here right now." he says. I let what he said sink in for a moment before I responded.
"Haven't you been straight all your life?" I ask him.
"Is giving someone pleasure about being a man or woman? Or supporting someone emotionally and being there for them about being a man or woman?" he says. I shake my head at that.
"No. But you yourself is what I am asking." I say.
"I wouldn't label myself because I am not closed minded. I'm very open to new things and you just happen to be the only male I crave." he says and makes my heart race speed up at his words. I shouldn't let his words affect me so much and make my mind so hazy; but it just seems so impossible. His words always seem to wash over my body making it tingle and crave him. All of him. His mouth. His hands. His pain. His pleasure.
Everythig he has to give I want to receive ten times more.
The rest of the ride was in silent. Each of us in our own thoughts. It was peaceful and quiet until my body tensed at the silouhette of his home came into my vision. This was it. When we pull into his driveway and I step inside his home I would be his. He would become my owner. And I wasn't scared. I was nervous but that was normal. I was ready to finally give up everything to someone again.
"We're here." he says making me jump from my thoughts. I look out of my window and up at the house that would now be my home.
"Are you ready?" he asks me. I look at him and nod my head. We both open our doors and we each grab a box to take inside. I inhale through my nose and smell the pine from the trees that surrounded us. We were completely secluded from the world here. He opens the door and walks inside. I follow him further into his home and look around the room. Dark almost blood red rugs covered his floors and black curtains decorated his windows. Pictures of Medevil times decorated his walls and a few family photos I guessed decorated his fire place and walls as well.
"This way." he said and I followed him up his winded staircase. When we made it to the top I saw many doors aligned the wall and he walked me to the very last door. He opened it up and escorted me inside and sat the box down. I sat the box I was holding down as well and looked around at what I assumed was my room. The walls were brown and an earthy green and the carpert under my shoes was a deep chocate brown. The aura completely calmed my nerves and I instantly fell in love with my room. I walked around and traced my fingers over the mahogany dresser with the small water fountain running in the corner making a nice calming noise. I opened the curtains to my floor length double door windows and opened the doors to a small balcony and walked outside.
The fresh air was nice and leaned againist the railings and closed my eyes.
"Do you like it?" I heard Dewayne ask and I jumped. I forgot he was there.
"I love it." I say to him and turn around to find him standing right in front of me. I look up to him and he walks forward and presses me againist the railing and places his arms on either side of me. My heart race speeds up and he leans down and presses his lips againist my ear sending chills throughout my body.
"Good." he whispers and rubs his lips across my ear and down my necks. My breathe becomes short and I already feel my body becoming excited. All to soon he pulls away from me and leans back up.
"We need to get the rest of your things." he says. I frown and make a face at him and he laughs.
"Come on. The faster we start the faster it is over with." he says and I nod my head at him.
After three long trips all of my belongings were stacked againist my wall and I plopped my body onto my bed and sighed. I felt my eyes become heavy and I was almost asleep until I felt a body cover my own and I open my eyes. I roll over onto my back and look up at Dewayne. I felt the heat from his body cover and surround my own and his scent filled my senses make my head light. I lifted my knees and pressed them into his sides and waited for him to speak.
"Come with me." he says and leans away from me. I follow him out of the room to the very end of the hall until we came to a thick black door. He unlocks and opens the door and I enter into a room with thick blood red carpet and walls black as the night sky. A four poster bed dominated the middle of the room. Each post was metal and the frame of the bed was metal and the head board was metal and the design was twisted knots that seemed to ever end. The metal was painted red and the bedding was as black as the walls. I followed him to his dresser that was a cherry wood and was polished to shine and a top the dresser lied a square box and he picked it up and turned to face me.
"While you are with me you are only mine. No one will touch you unless I say other wise. I take care of whats mine and cherish it unconditionally. And while you are mine I would like to brand you with an item that you will see and feel everyday. I had these special made just for you." he says and opens the box. Inside layed three different items. One was a beautiful silver collar with twisted chains and a lock that had to be opened with a key and it shined brightly. It was simple yet so beautiful. Below that layed two silver cuffs each with a boy kneeling with his head down before his owner who had his hand caressing his slave. I smiled at my gifts and looked up at my Dewayne.
"I would be honored to wear your gifts." I tell him. I saw his eyes darken and it seemed before my eyes that he grew. I knew then and there that this was my Dominant.
"Go to the middle of the room and strip. Kneel down and spread your thighs and place your hands palm up on your thighs but keep your head and eyes straight ahead." he said.
My new life had now began.
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