Vow of Surrender

Chapter Seven

Adam continued staring at her intently, and she wasn't sure what to say. If she said yes, there was no going back.

For now, she would make sure he was still alright. Sub drop was always important to address, especially for someone who had never experienced it. She wanted to make sure he wasn't asking her in a heightened state of emotion and out of genuine interest.

"Let me think about it For now, let's get you home."

He gave a half smile. "I think I can find my way. I'm not a drunk sorority girl."

"If you want to learn, we're going to do things my way. Now, which car is yours?"

He raised his eyebrows in surprise then gestured across the street. She walked alongside him and suddenly wished she had gotten some water for him beforehand. Dehydration was another common side effect from sub drop, and she still worried he wasn't quite over the bridge yet.

Adam hit a button on his fob, and the lights of a car parked in the lot close by came on as it rumbled to a start.

"Of course you drive a Porsche."

"It's not mine. I borrowed my brother's car. Didn't want anyone to recognize mine."

"So, what do you normally drive?"

"A Rezvani Tank. I like off-roading in my free time."

Caedance made a note to google it later. She'd never heard of it before

"Okay, I can work with this. Keys please."

"Ha! You think I'm letting you drive? My brother would flay me alive if anything happened to it."

"And I will do worse if you don't hand those keys over. Second lesson of a D/s relationship. Never tell your Mistress no when the command is in your best interest."

She held out her hand, waiting to see what he would do. After a few moment, he handed her the fob.

"Well done, slave. Now get in."

"I can't believe I'm doing this."

"Believe it!"

He got into the car, and she got in on the driver's side. It smelled of amber, just like his cologne. The interior was beige leather with black stitching with a dark brown dash and steering wheel. She noticed an unopened water bottle in the cup holder between the seats and picked it up.

"Buckle up and drink," she said. "Slow sips only."

"You're worse than my mom."

"And you're a brat."

He shot the same smile that had her weak in the knees the first time they met.

"My sister agrees. And for someone who says they have to think about my request, you seem awfully into it already."

Now he'd messed up. Caedance shut the car off and unbuckled her seat belt. She'd forgotten how much disobedience irked her, and she wanted to give him a taste of what it was really like to be a submissive.

"Get out of the car."

"Uh oh. I've poked at the cobra, haven't I?"

All Caedance had to do was raise an eyebrow and he immediately got out and shut the door. Her body roared with irritation, sexual frustration, and anticipation all at once. She got out as well, pocketing the fob, then walked around where he was.

"Hands on the hood. Just like if you were to be frisked during a traffic stop."

"And I would know that how?"