Dominant Woman Looking for Love - Chapter 36：A long night.

DOMINANT WOMAN LOOKING FOR LOVE

Chapter 33

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The whole vibe this place is giving off—it’s making me feel a bit unnerved, to be honest.

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

What if Jett will…

An imaginary sweatdrop starts to trickle down the side of my temple out of anxiety.

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

No. I shouldn’t panic just yet. Yes, stay calm.

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.

If I slip up and show him how I’m really feeling right now, this will all be for nothing.

‘Get it together!’ I sternly urge myself.

After mentally brute-forcing my head with enough courage, I confidently ask with a devious purr in my voice, “So, 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.

Despite fear’s strong grip, in reality, what happened over and over in my dreams somehow—miraculously—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’m not gonig to lie. Some of this, quite frankly, look… very scary—and yet at the same time, I’ve honestly no idea 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 in a soft voice. His breath against the outline of my face, tickles.

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 utters in succession, I smile and bite my lip.

He smiles back, then goes to inspect the shelves of questionable ‘toys’. With his back towards me, my body relaxes as I breathe.

I watch Jett, with great content on my face.

I feel unbelievably pleased with Jett’s words.

I couldn’t help but start thinking to myself, just, 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.

… But, this. This acceptance and open-mindedness from Jett.

It’s everything—anyone—could ever hope for—wish for—when it comes to the people they love most.

It is something I am and will be eternally thankful for. I bet that he can’t even imagine, just, how much more I love him because of this.

Tonight, Jett has managed to break through the last of, what used to be, a wall, that’s been faithfully protecting me all this time.

With intense gratitude, I move towards him and start to raise my arms a little. With each step I take, I lift them up a bit higher.

As I get close enough, my hands start to wrap around his back. My arms 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 to do it… for a bad reason, or—whatever—you know…! 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.

Let me get away with this. Just this once, it is more than enough for me!

“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 squint my eyes at him from annoyance. Slowly, the corner of my lip begins to lift upward into a smirk.

This person—he got me in the most cliche way possible: Hook, Line, and Sinker.

Heh.

It’s okay. Jett deserves it. He deserves anything and everything. As much devotion he has given me, I’d like to return it—in my own way—even twofold.

“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.