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The leather seat beneath me was cool, but it did little to calm the heat thrumming through my body. Every bump in the road sent a little thrill through me, heightened by the fact that I couldn't see a thing. The blindfold was snug against my eyes, having plunging me into darkness a few hours ago. I couldn't tell where we were going--or what Jaiden had planned.
And fuck, I loved it.
I bit my lip, feeling the anticipation simmer in my chest and sink lower, winding itself deep inside me. The only sounds were the hum of the car engine and the soft rush of wind outside.
Jaiden hadn't told me much. Just that we were going away for the weekend and that I'd enjoy it, whatever it was. Ever since I'd met him, and even more so since we'd been married, I'd trusted him with my body, my thoughts, my pleasure, my life, everything. And right now, I was in his hands--literally blind to whatever he had planned.
I shifted slightly in my seat, the leather sticking a little to my skin, and I could feel the knot of arousal in my stomach tighten. I had no idea where we were, no idea how much longer we had, but that only made it better.
He knew that. He knew that by taking away my control, by keeping me in the dark--both literally and figuratively--he'd have me exactly where he wanted me. I wanted it, too. Every second of it.
"Are we there yet?" I asked, trying to keep my voice casual, but there was no hiding the need in it.
He chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver through me. "Almost, Lex. Patience."
That voice. Dark and smooth, dripping with promise. My pulse quickened at the sound of it, and I squeezed my thighs together, feeling the growing heat between my legs. I wanted to know where we were going, but more than that, I wanted whatever he had in store for me. Knowing Jaiden, it was going to be intense. And knowing myself, I was ready for it.
I imagined his hands on me, imagined the blindfold staying on while he did whatever he wanted, and that thought alone made my breath hitch. He had a way of making me crave the loss of control--of making me feel more in his power than I thought was possible. That power was addictive, and right now, I was aching for it.
He was like no other in that regard--the only person I'd ever submitted to. In my other relationships, and even with our occasional flings, I'd always assumed the dominant role. But not with him. To him, I was a slave. A slave to love, passion, and pleasure.
In the past, I'd always been in control. Other men, even other women, had tried--some more than others--to take the reins, but none of them truly understood me. Not like Jaiden. They'd fumble, thinking that roughness or dominance was just about being mean, but it wasn't that simple. It was never just about taking; it was about knowing what to give.
Jaiden had been different from the start. From the first time our eyes met, he didn't just see me--he unraveled me. He saw the part of me I didn't show anyone, the part that craved submission, even when I tried to hide it behind confidence and control. He knew I needed more than a man who wanted power; I needed someone who could make me need to give it away. With Jaiden, it was effortless. He never had to push or demand. It was in the way he moved, how he spoke--his quiet confidence that made me want to hand myself over, piece by piece.
That's why no one else ever came close. I trusted him in a way that no one else had ever earned. He didn't need to take control; I gave it to him willingly, eagerly, because with Jaiden, submission wasn't a loss of power. It was simply what felt right.
The car turned, and I felt the gravel crunch beneath the tires. We had to be close. I could feel the shift in the air, a little cooler, a little more open. My mind raced, trying to piece together where we might be--there was no hint of the city, just the quiet, the fresh air, and the faintest sound of water in the distance.
The car slowed to a stop.
Jaiden opened his door first, the sound of gravel beneath his boots, and I could feel him move around the car. The second he opened my door, the cool rush of air hit me, but it didn't cool the heat coursing through my body. His hands were on me then--one guiding me out, the other brushing lightly over my back--and it was like a spark of electricity each time he touched me.
"You've been so patient," he said softly, his breath warm against my ear as he helped me out of the car. His voice was slow and controlled, yet I could tell he was just as excited as I was. "But I'm going to need you to wait a little longer."
He guided me forward, his hand firm at my back, and every step made me feel more exposed, more vulnerable, more his. The ground beneath my feet shifted from gravel to something softer--maybe dirt or grass--and I could smell pine in the air, the earthy scent mixing with something fresher, wetter. A lake? Maybe. But it didn't matter. What mattered was Jaiden, his hand on my skin, and the way my body reacted to being completely in the dark.
After a few moments, he stopped, his hands resting on my hips as he stood behind me. I could feel his breath, so close, teasing the edge of my neck, and my pulse quickened.
"Lexi," he murmured, his voice lower now, almost a growl. "This weekend is going to be different. No neighbors, no other subs, absolutely no distractions. Just you and me."
I shuddered, a quiet moan slipping from my lips before I could stop it. I felt his grip tighten, and I knew he was smiling, enjoying every second of my unraveling.
"Are you ready?" he asked, his words dripping with that delicious control he wielded so effortlessly.
"Yes," I breathed, my voice barely a whisper. And I was. More than ready.
He chuckled again, but instead of removing the blindfold, his hands traced the edges of it, his fingers brushing lightly against my skin. My breath hitched, my body tensing as I anticipated his next move.
"Not yet," he whispered, his lips grazing my ear. His voice was velvet, and it wrapped around me, pulling me deeper into the moment. "Not until I'm ready."
I swallowed hard, my knees weakening as the tension built, like a string pulled taut, ready to snap at any moment. Jaiden knew exactly how to keep me teetering on the edge--how to make me want and beg without even touching me properly.
And then, finally, I felt his fingers slip beneath the fabric of the blindfold.
He pulled it away from my eyes, but the rush of sight didn't dull the anticipation. Instead, everything came into sharper focus, sunlight spilling through a canopy of trees and sparkling off the surface of the lake just beyond the tree line. We were alone, completely isolated, just as he'd promised. We were in a cabin, standing facing a massive set of windows overlooking the glittering expanse of the water. The sight of it made my pulse race even faster. The quiet was almost deafening, the only sound the faint rustling of leaves and the water lapping softly at the shore.
