Little Book of Fantasies Read Free Page B

left off. Why? Because she was always too lazy to put it away.
    Secretly, she had wanted him to find it. If he found it, that meant he’d probably read it. Then he might do it. At least he wasn’t like her other, wimpy boyfriends who would have run at the mere thought of being asked to give instruction. Or worse, if she’d tell them what she wanted, they refused to do it because it wasn’t their idea.
    No, Steven was different. He could handle it. He could take as much as he gave. The day they started dating, he had said to her , “Always be honest. I hate liars.”
    She had been honest, except for this. She couldn’t tell him, but couldn’t let go of her little fantasies. In her fantasies, she had full control. There were no surprises. It just never occurred to her that her fantasies could ever be reality.
    She looked in the mirror. Her cheeks were red from crying, but her vision blurred as exhaustion began to creep in. Her arms and shoulders ached, and now even her wrists hurt. Her rib cage strained with each breath, and she had to pee again. No privacy for a full weekend. No way out. The second he had told her he wouldn’t hurt her, it changed everything. In the mirror, she could see that her vulva was still puffy–it was obvious that, although her arousal had somewhat faded, she still wanted this. Needed him. “It would be like me to fall in love with a man who won’t take no for an answer.”
    * * * *
    Steven kicked at a rock as he stormed around the abandoned train station. It wasn’t truly abandoned. He waved to the train station manager. He was a kinky, old fellow himself, so when Steven had asked about the possibility of using the train yard, the man just laughed and handed over the keys.
    Something had broken him, and that something was Kaitlyn’s submission. He’d worked so hard over the years to keep his dominant nature a secret. He’d done everything within his grasp to see that she wouldn’t have to go through the same humiliation, and awkward friendships, that so many others had. Yet Kaitlyn—innocent, little Kaitlyn—had written countless tales in her journal. All of them giving her submission to her partner.
    He’d seen it in her from the moment they met. The way she didn’t hold eye contact for very long. The way she did as he asked without question or grumbling. He loved testing the waters a little in bed, and with little things outside the bedroom. “Honey, could you get me a glass of water?” or “I bet you could serve up a really great dinner.”
    Sneaky, yes, but it was all he could have. Now, the more he got to know his Kaitlyn, the more he wanted to control her, dominate her, show her everything in her little book of fantasies, and explain the details. He shoved his fingers through his hair. This was a bad idea. The whole weekend was a bad idea. Too close. He was just too close to sitting her down and asking her to wear his collar.
    He would just go back in there and tell her flat out he couldn’t do this. Take her down from her bondage and send her back home. She deserved that much. She didn’t deserve his hand reddening her ass, or his commands on how to behave, react, what to say, and how to say it. His groin tightened at the thought of her on her knees in front of him, awaiting his demands. He turned around mid-stride and stalked back to the train car.
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    Kaitlyn had been silent for a few minutes. Talking to herself had solved nothing. Everything depended on him. When Steven returned, she would apologize and be the woman she wanted to be for this night. A woman at his full beck and call.
    The rattle of the sidecar door grated as someone pulled it to the side. Steven’s dark hair was mussed from running his fingers through it. The dark circles under his eyes told her the lateness of the hour. He was usually in bed by eleven; it had to be well after by now. His booted foot stepped up onto the wooden floor. His eyes never met hers.
    “I have to pee.”
    He sighed. His