Worth It

(32) Safe

Stolen innocence by: Courtney Parker. I don't own the above video or song, but it does go extremely well with this chapter! I Will Survive by Gloria Gaynor is good song for this chapter too as it says: hey, even though you screwed me over and I wanted you back at first. Now, I am stronger. I will survive and even though you are back, you won't get to me anymore. Anyway, fair warning. This chapter could have some triggers, as it delves a little into the darker moments of Zara's past. This chapter includes a BDSM scene of Zara and Dean and it is super intense, so if you feel that you can't handle it, you don't have to read the part where it says two years ago, but if you think you can handle it, I would recommend reading that part as well because it gives you a better understanding of what Zara went through. I hope you enjoy this chapter! Happy reading and thanks for reading along with me thus far! I am eternally grateful! Vote and comment! I appreciate it so much!! Thanks guys!! :) <3 <3

Zara

As I step into the cabin, I find myself feeling nervous.

I know that Cameron is doing this for me and that he would never take it too far because he feels something for me that Dean never did.

He cares about me.

Such a simple thing, but it makes all the difference in the world of pain and pleasure because if you play with someone and they don't really care about you, then you can't truly trust them and trust is a very important factor. Without trust, then it's not safe and without safety, then you could get hurt and not the sexy kind of hurt.

But -- I try to remind myself -- since Cameron does care about me, I can trust him and if I can trust him, then I can play with him because I'll be safe and he'll listen when I voice out my safe word. Not that we've even talked about safe words, yet.

He will talk about safe words, right? What if he doesn't? I mean, he is new to this, so it is only natural that he will forget or not know stuff. I can just remind him if he forgets something, right?

With that reassuring thought, I feel a rush of confidence overtake me as I find my hand goes to find the cabin door and as I start to open it up, something stops me.

I feel a memory start to overtake me and it is like I am no longer in my body. It is almost like my mind is transported two years back in time, while my body is firmly planted just outside of the cabin. Hand hovering over the cabin's entrance.

But not going in.

Two years ago

Dean had me on a blank surface of his private playroom. His dungeon. That's what he first referred to this place when he took me there.

His exact words were: "This is my dungeon. Here you are free to be my perfect little slut that I know you are." I was on my hands and knees back then as he was hooking on a leash to the collar he said he had handpicked for me.

With a pink ribbon on the front. I loved it then.

Now, rather than on my hands and knees for my master, I am on some blank surface with my head hanging off the edge. My hands are on either side of my body, my palms up waiting to form into fists if whatever he has planned for me gets too much. My legs are left dangling off the edge, like my head.