I knew exactly what she was trying to do. She wanted me mad, angry enough to get rough with her. Cas always did like being told what to do and how to do it. Until she met me, she only had your typical, everyday relationships.
The night that I met her, I knew that she would be mine. Just like me, she was out with a group of friends at a random club on a Saturday night. I wanted her from the first second I saw her. She was absolutely stunning and I knew that she probably wouldn't be leaving alone. The tall blonde guy she was with was flirting hard with her, but she was focused on me the whole night. I shamelessly flirted with her, but not by telling her she looked beautiful like he did. No, I did it by making sexual comments such as, "You would look so hot, naked and cuffed to my bed."
She laughed of course, but I knew that I had her full attention. Cas was curious to see if I really meant it. I did, and before the end of the night, I was confident that she and I would be seeing each other again. This was just the beginning of our year long arrangement.
We agreed that there would be no feelings involved and she would only come to me when I called. There were rules and I expected her to follow them, no exceptions. Some more important rules were that she would never spend the night and she didn't talk to anyone about our little agreement.
She didn't disappoint, dropping whatever she was doing at any given moment to come and meet me. Sometimes it was at my home, sometimes a hotel, and on a few occasions, in an empty parking lot. I had only been to her little apartment three times and didn't want to make a habit of that either. The only thing that she wouldn't agree to, was bringing anyone else into our relationship. I accepted this and didn't complain about her single deal breaker.
I had other women on the side, no doubt about that, but they meant nothing. Until a short time ago Cas really didn't either. The last few times that we were together, I wanted to tell her that my feelings had changed. Unfortunately, I was the one who made the rules and was worried about what her reaction to my little revelation would be. Unable to express my feelings, I let months go by with no contact, but she had been on my mind more than ever. This past trip seemed to bother me more than ever before, so as soon as I got home, I shot her a text, requesting her presence.
"What?" She asked, raising her voice right in my face.
"What am I trying to do?" I asked, gripping her wrists even tighter. "This isn't a game, Cassie." I released her and tangled my fingers in the back of her hair, tugging slightly, forcing her to look up at me. It was only to get her attention and that seemed to be the only thing that did. "I'm trying to have a conversation with you!" She glared up at me, the smile leaving her face. "Goddamn! I'm trying to tell you that I have feelings for you."
