A Dom and His Not So Submissive Sub by Taki James Read Free Book Online Page A

comfortable with it, especially when he barely knew how to speak English.
                  “I’m going crazy,” she said with a sigh. When she finally got the chance to talk to Rachael about Freyr’s origins, she suggested Vanessa try to learn something about his homeland. It sounded like such a good idea, Vanessa had gone right away to the video store and the library to see what she could pick up. Of course, since she knew absolutely nothing about any of the countries in the Scandinavian area, she didn’t know where to start. Imagine her surprise to find that they were known for Vikings. She was further shocked to learn that what she thought she knew about Vikings was so completely wrong it bordered on the ridiculous.
                  The phone rang. She reached over the arm of the couch searching for her cell and noted that the caller ID said private.              Vanessa set the phone back down. Whoever the caller was must be a fool if they thought she was about to answer. A person who did not want their number known was someone with something to hide. She returned to her television viewing just when they began the segment about the Norse gods. Her neighbors began yet another fight interfering with her listening. She picked up the remote to turn off the program, figuring it a lost cause with so much noise until one name slammed right through her breastbone. She turned up the volume, drowning out any other disturbance as she listened. “Well I’ll be a son of a gun. His mother had some balls.”
                  Freyr was a phallic fertility god. Simply hearing some of what the god was known for sent Vanessa into a fit of giggles. Who’d have imagined she’d be considering dating someone named after a Norse god? Her phone rang again. “Speak of the Devil,” she muttered before she answered with, “So Mr. ruler of the shining sun and the rains. When were you going to tell me that you were named after a god?”
                  “Named after? You mean you do not know who I am?” he asked.
                  Bless his heart, he was really confused. Vanessa explained about the program she watched. Freyr listened, growing more agitated by the moment.
                  “I was not married to my sister nor did my sire mate his sister. Mortals were always exaggerating.”
                  Now it was Vanessa’s turn to be confused. Why was he speaking as if he really were this fictional god? She hoped she hadn’t been involved with a crazy man. Crazy people set her on edge. As she waited for Freyr to get himself together, she noticed he had unintentionally slipped into his native language. “In English,” she said during a lapse in conversation.
                  “Let me come over to talk.”
                  “You aren’t about to go crazy on me are you?” She had to make sure whether the cops were needed or not. If he tried anything, for certain she would set about defending herself, but it would be better if she didn’t have to go out of her way to do so.
                  Freyr huffed.  “What will I do?”
                  Wasn’t that the point in her asking the question? She had to know if she could trust him to come near her. She gave up trying to understand his mind. They were simply too different to ever gain an understanding of the other. She invited him to her place, looking down at her outfit, wondering if she would have time to change into something nicer. She then reminded herself that she wasn’t supposed to care about what he liked. As she awaited his arrival she fixed dinner. Freyr didn’t know how to cook. He barely knew how to turn the stove on without serious instructions.
                  A lot of their time together involved lavish dinners that almost never agreed with her stomach. So, she took matters into her own hands by inviting him over