help but smile. Inexplicably, I was getting more
and more comfortable in Borealis. Without any concrete memories of my life on
Earth, I couldn’t miss anything or anyone. I was living in the moment and
although I wasn’t sure why, I thought this was uncharacteristic for me.
Sighing, I stared at his amazing body—muscular, powerful and
defined—I wanted to see more of him. What was behind that loin cloth thingy?
“Am I ever going to see my Dom naked?” I asked coyly.
He cupped my face in his hands and gave my bottom lip a
little nibble. He spoke in a low, breathy voice. “Do you want to see me naked?”
I stopped breathing as my insides melted. “Yes, Dominus.”
He pulled my hips to his, locking me in an embrace, but his
expression was all-business. “I decide when and where you see me naked, sub. Do
you understand?”
I was taken aback by his authoritative tone. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” he said, sharply.
“Yes, Dominus.” Okay, now I was pissed.
When he let me go I walked away from him. He was being an
asshole and it hurt my feelings. Why did he think it so necessary to constantly
remind me of the power he had over me?
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught him watching me. He
walked in my direction and I stiffened.
He closed the space between us and despite my anger, his
body warmed me. Gently, he pinched my chin as a tiny smile played on his lips.
“You don’t like being told what to do.”
I tried to turn away, but he wouldn’t let me. “Answer me,
little sub.”
Apparently, I’m the emotional type because I suddenly felt
like crying. I hated the fact I was so sensitive. I wanted to be strong and
tears undermined that. I swallowed the lump in my throat. My words came out
only a little froggy. “It’s different where I’m from.”
He squinted at me. I was pretty sure he was trying to decide
whether or not to let me talk about Earth. He let out a huge exhale. “Tell me.”
I looked up at him and struggled to explain. “When a man and
woman are in a relationship, they are equals.”
“There are no Dominants and submissives?” His eyes were wide
as if he couldn’t imagine that happening anywhere.
The truth was that there were people that were more dominant
than others, but it was more about power, money and class. It wasn’t couched in
sex and religion like it was in Borealis. “There are Dominants and submissives,
but it’s a lifestyle choice, not the law. It isn’t something that’s done out in
the open because it isn’t widely accepted.”
He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms in front of him.
“That would be very confusing.”
God, he was adorable when he was confused. I had to ignore
that to get my point across. “In the past, men dominated and controlled women,
but as we evolved into a more civilized society, most cultures have done away with
that type of thinking when it comes to romantic relationships.” As soon as I
said it, I wondered if I was right. That might be true for the Americas and
most of Europe, but I wasn’t too sure about the rest of the world.
“What about bondage? Does that exist in your world?”
I blushed. I felt awkward and naughty. “Yes, but it is
considered unconventional and is only done in private.” I knew I was casting a
wide net on how many people practiced kinky sex and how they practiced it, but
with no one to challenge me, I was sticking to my story.
“And in Borealis, your way is unconventional.”
“Now you understand how I feel.”
He pressed his lips to my forehead. “I’m sorry this is so
uncomfortable for you, but it is my responsibility to keep you safe and happy.
I can’t do that if you disobey me, especially since you don’t know how things
work here.”
I took a deep breath and kissed the channel between his
pectorals. “Yes, Dominus.”
He wrapped his arms around me. My scalp tingled when he
stroked my hair. “You’re very sweet, little sub. I’m so thankful you’re mine.”
His words touched me and