Vow of Surrender

Chapter Thirty-Three

Adam watched as Caedance walked over to the dresser and opened one of the drawers. After sifting through it for a bit, she took out a black cloth then came back over to him. The anticipation of what she was going to do to him turned him on even more. Tonight, she wouldn't hold back, and he couldn't wait to see what limits she would surpass.

She stepped behind him and covered his eyes with the silky material. He wished he could see her the entire time, but being blindfolded only increased the sensations. The touch of her fingertips on the back of his neck was hypnotic, and the surface of his body raised in goosebumps.

"I have a proposition for you, Mr. Drake?" she said in a seductive tone.

"What is it, my lady?"

Caedance trailed her fingers over his shoulders, then over his chest, moving down toward the button on his jeans. He sucked in a breath as she unbuttoned them, pulling them down over his hips. Adam stood up so she could finish and stepped out of them.

"How would you feel about revisiting electric play?"

Adam swallowed, his mind suddenly going from her to the night they met. When he was restrained and vulnerable in front of an audience as a poor victim of domestic violence pushed him over his limits at the bequest of her abuser. The panic that clutched his chest.

"Hey," she continued, touching his cheek with tenderness. "I won't do anything you don't want me to. That's what your safeword is for. I'll start slow then work my way up."

His attention returned to her, in the moment, and he let out an exhale. He'd never felt safer than when he was with her. She was the one person he could surrender to completely and without fear or shame.

"Do what you want. I don't want you holding back. I want . . . to know all of you."

Caedance lightly kissed his lips over and over, each one more passionate than the last. He wanted to touch her but he dared not break the rules. He wouldn't touch her until she said he could.

"Very well then. I promise to give you a good time. Just relax."

She walked away again and he wondered what she was going to do. He was still a bit wary of electricity, but he was also curious to see what she would do differently than the woman at the dungeon. He had really dropped the ball when researching BDSM, and he had so much to learn. But he had the best teacher he could ask for.

When she came back to him, he heard clinking before something cold touched his throat.

"This is body jewelry," she explained. "It helps make the electric currents travel. And it's also quite sexy."

He smiled. "I'm sure it would look sexier on you."

"We might have to test that theory sometime."

She clipped a collar around his throat then draped what felt like chains over his chest, clipping it around his waist. Next, she did the same to his left thigh with a second shackle at his ankle and did the same to his other leg. Her cheek brushed against his cock, and he didn't fight the moan that escaped his lips.

"Did you like that, Tiger?"

"Too much, My Lady."

"Good. But you'll like what's coming next even more."

He heard a slight buzzing noise and it piqued his curiosity. The last time, a dog collar had been used on him, so he wondered what sort of toy she had.

"I'm going to test this on your arm, just so you get used to it. Say grey if it's too much and I'll lower the intensity. If you absolutely hate it, say black."