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

for dinner often enough to prove they didn’t have to leave home to spend time together. Depending on his answers tonight, she just might invite him to Thanksgiving with the family. Let him try some real food that would put some meat on his bones.
                  She put the finishing touches on her specially seasoned baked chicken, by the time her bell buzzed. Vanessa called Freyr’s number first to be on the safe side. Once she verified his presence, Vanessa allowed him through the front door of the building. She left the apartment door unlocked, knowing Freyr hated that she did so, considering he thought her neighborhood less than acceptable for living purposes. As he once told her, anyone could come inside and attack her. Vanessa still laughed him off. All of her neighbors knew that she was not the sort of person to mess with. One of her brothers worked for the Chicago Police Department. She had the police on speed dial and she was never afraid to use it.
                  “Vanessa?”
                  She smiled. His tone was just as irritated as she would have thought. “I have your dinner in the kitchen,” she said. “We might as well take a seat and have a meal before we start talking about crazy things.”
     
     
    Freyr entered the small kitchen just in time to see his Vanessa bending over in the refrigerator. He licked his lips , watching her butt wiggle just for him. The sweats did not matter to him. They were enticing with the way they stretched tight across her bottom, but he would freely admit that his preference ran more toward her being naked than for her to be wearing anything. Unless it was him laid out across her back.
                  “Sit down,” she told him. Freyr did not move. They had so much to talk about and little time in which to accomplish it. Vanessa turned, finding him still in the same spot he’d been standing and not at the table as she’d told him.
                  “Freyr?”
                  “I would see this program you spoke of,” he demanded. He wanted to know what he would have to disprove to her first.
                  She sighed. “Please don’t tell me you’re crazy.” He watched the way her eyes searched for something obviously not within reaching distance.
                  “What do I have to do to prove my identity?” He glanced at the vase of flowers sitting on her small dinette table. He bid them to bloom greater, putting his all into the project. While most of his powers were in produce, he could, with a lot of effort, control the growth of more exotic plants.
                  Vanessa also glanced at the flowers, wondering what it was that had him so distracted. She looked closer. Little roots began sprouting, enlarging as the flower’s bloom increased.  She closed her eyes, opening them again for a second look. It had to be a trick of the light. Flowers bloomed, and then they died. There was no way roots could suddenly start growing so fast. “Freyr, what is going on?”
                  Freyr didn’t answer. A slight sheen of sweat lit his brow. At a sufficient growth point, Freyr plucked the Lily from its vase to present it to Vanessa. Surprisingly, not a single drop of water hit the floor. “I am not named after a god.  I am an immortal being,” he said.
                  Vanessa heard nothing else. She fainted.
    Freyr cursed his own stupidity as he carried his woman to her bed. He’d not thought of the consequences of explaining his immortal state to a mortal woman he wanted to be with. Although, how could she not know a thing about the Norse gods? Did not the teachers teach a wide variety of topics to their students these days? He felt almost shamed for those instructors. He would have some work ahead of him if he were to teach his woman all there was to know about his people. Good thing he was very much interested in