Dominant Woman Looking for Love - CH 33：A long night.

It was a bit unnerving, to be honest.

Naturally, it would make anyone think this place is quite dodgy.

Jett walks in and is even more puzzled than earlier”… What a weird room? What’s with the red light?”

No need to panic.

Again, the reviews already said that the lights would start as red when anyone enters. All we need to do is walk in a bit more and just a little bit to the right; there will be a switch.

I follow the instructions, and I feel the wall as I slide my palm across.

Just like they said, there is indeed a switch right here.

I flick it on, and a brighter set of white lights flicker at first and turn on completely.

The whole room is now in full view for both of us to scrutinize in further observation. I shut the door behind me and lock it.

I get closer and wrap my arms around his waist. “Jett… so what do you think of this? Do you like it?”

On the wall, there are rows upon rows of different sex toys that range from slightly questionable, to things that may look like it’d hurt way too much to use.

In truth, this would probably scare a lot of people away who aren’t into BDSM.

And yet, I still took Jett to a room some dominatrixes use for their slaves, pets, or whatever their partners are called anyway.

I know this is in bad taste, but I, really, REALLY just wanted to be sure this time.

My heart is pounding so much. I feel like I could barely breathe from how much it’s pushing up against my lungs – crushing them.

It wouldn’t be a stretch that I’m probably a lot more worried and bothered about this room than he is.

I’ve already dreamed the same thing plenty of times. In those dreams, he has run away from me almost every night, since the last week or so.

I guess I want to see once and for all how he’d react to something like this, I suppose.

To be honest, I’d NEVER even use three-quarters of the things that are on these shelves.

I might still feel a bit skeptical about trying some of these items that are within the list of toys I’m supposedly willing to try.

I’ve been holding my breath the entire time.

What happened over and over in my dreams, thankfully, does not make it to reality.

Instead, all he does is take me into his arms and hugs me tight.

Jett cradles the back of my head and gently holds my entire person close.

“I honestly don’t know what most of these are but, how about we start slow? You can tell me what some of them are being used for, and we can decide then.” He says while his breath tickles me a little.

He whispers this into my ear as he strokes the back of my head. “I’ll let you know if there’s anything I don’t like or if there are some I’d rather not try at all. Is that okay?”

After a bit of silence and ‘registering’ the words he has uttered in succession, I smile and bite my lip.

I am feeling quite pleased with what he said. I couldn’t help but start thinking to myself about how lucky I am to have someone as perfect as him in my life.

One thing my ex-husband has never understood is that I’ve NEVER expected him to do anything he never wanted to in the first place.

All I wanted is for my partner to at least be open-minded enough not to reject me so harshly… so coldly… over something, they know next to nothing about.

Is it THAT hard to understand how much stone-cold rejection could hurt someone?!

In some way, I just kind of lost confidence in my ex-husband whenever it comes to things that he is not familiar with.

Sure enough, he does manage to disappoint me every time life throws him anything that he isn’t the least comfortable with.

This. This acceptance and open-mindedness from Jett… It is something I am already very thankful for.

I move towards him and raise my arms a little.

When I am close enough, my hands start to wrap around his back as I enclose him inside my embrace. I end up crying into his shoulder, which shocks him instead.

“Wh-What’s wrong?! Wait! I don’t think I said anything that bad, did I?”

“No. Not at all.”

“Then, why?!”

“… I’m… just really happy.”

“I’ve cried from happiness before as well, but this doesn’t seem like it, you know. This type of crying is weird for someone that’s supposed to be happy. You’re pretty much sobbing right now!”

“Sh-Shut up! I-I’m just THAT… happy… okay?!”

“Alright… Alright… Shh…”

Jett wraps one arm around my back as I continue to hold onto him. I sniffle as he continues to rub the back of my head gently.

“… Tsk. I forgot to tell that bastard to fuck off earlier. Why was he even calling you a ‘Goddess’ or whatever, anyway?” He puts some distance between us to get a closer look at my face. “Did I even hear that, right? Or did my ears play tricks on me for almost being blinded from extreme jealousy?”

I lift my arm to rub the back of my neck out of annoyance.”… I don’t know! Screw that guy!”

Sighing, I close my eyes and spit out, “I’m guessing he has just discovered he’s some kind of masochist and wants me to be his Master or something. Urgh!” I still shudder at the thought when his eyes were being filled with an intense perversion for me.

“… Anyway, let’s go someplace else. Do you have anywhere in mind?” I make my way towards the door and get stopped before I even took a few more steps.

He twirls my body around, and I meet a face that’s full of puzzlement. “… What do you mean? Are we seriously leaving? I thought you booked this place so we could use it?”

“… And… that, we did?” I wince and look away, trying to hide my embarrassment.

“Hmm… so… you were testing me, huh?” Jett’s voice goes low, and his head slumps downward.

Uh oh. Is he mad?!?!?! IS HE?!

“Wa-Wait, Jett! I didn’t mean it horribly! It’s just I—”

“It’s just you… what?”

“Ahhh!!! I’m SORRY! I just had to know once and for all, okay?”

“… Oh?” He slowly lifts his head, but I could barely read his reaction.

“I-I’m sorry, Jett. It’s honestly not that I don’t trust you. My dreams were just driving me crazy from all the anxiety, and I just had to fix that an—”… Okay. What am I even saying?

Of course, on some level, I still had some trust issues, but it’s mostly because we have yet to do anything remotely non-vanilla.

Anyway, I’m already… QUITE HONESTLY… VERY satisfied with this already.

“Okay, I’ll be honest. I’m so sorry, Jett. Yes, I had to see some kind of proof OR reaction, I guess. I feel so guilty though… Is there any way I can make it up to you? I’ll do anything!” I cling to his shirt and plead with him to show me some mercy.

“Anything, huh…? Well, there’s not much I want. Maybe just…” He shifts where he has been facing and is now looking towards the shelving units we saw earlier.

“It’d just be a waste, you know? We’d be leaving ALL of this cool stuff behind. You even took the time to research this. Even spent quite a bit of money, right?” Jett continues while being barely able to hide the smirk in his expression.

“There’s probably a room with a proper bed even, right?” His line of sight moves towards a somewhat inconspicuous looking room towards the back.

With a sly grin, he makes a knowing look back at me.

… Oh no. Did I just… He tricked me just now, didn’t he?!

I pout a little, and a corner of my lip lifts upward from how he got me in the most cliche way possible: Hook, Line, and Sinker.

“Oh yeah? So you want to try some of these, huh?” I decide to play along and grab his hand as we make our way towards the shelves.

We grin at each other and know instinctively that we’ll have a very long night ahead of us.