Chapter 34


---Lane's POV---

When I had the nerve to try and push Jethro's buttons, to try and toe along the lines of his limits, I wasn't anticipating this.

I had been hoping on, praying for toe curling, bone melting pleasure. To be bent over the nearest surface and be shown exactly who I belonged to.

Hell, my Master had been just as eager as I had been, rushing out of the Council Halls, shifting as he was moving with me securely in his claws.

Only now, I was seated at the table, blinking in confusion and slight sexual frustration at a small stack of papers.

Jethro had placed down the papers along with a pen and had told me to do what felt natural. However, ignoring my desire to look at some papers was definitely not natural at the moment.

Shuffling with my feet and scuffing the heels against the floor like a child protesting at being put in time out, I hesitantly flipped the first place.

"Would you be interested in wax play?" "Yes. Okay. Soft Limit. Hard Limit."

A flush crept on my cheeks as I choked on thin air, my brain slow to realize exactly what this questionary was. With each question, it seemed as it the topic was getting lewder and lewder.

Squeezing my thighs together and stifling a whimper between my lips, I shakily reached out for the pen within view.

I remembered Jethro speaking of limits before, but it was only briefly mentioned. Something that was normally discussed in a contract between a Dominant and their intended Submissive.

"What we have can't be bound by a simple contract. Our bond already transcends marriage. But each and every relationship is build upon the foundations of communication."

A shiver darted over my back, clearly remembering those words spoken... months ago. When Jethro and I had been lying on the couch, where he had been petting my hair.

Now I knew why this list was presented. Why Jethro was currently seated on the opposite side of the room, scribbling on his own list.

Already I could smell the subtle spice of his pheromones, spiking at random before circling something on his list, making notes. When he noticed my gaze on him, he slowly stilled, raising his heated eyes to mine and smirked.

Flushing from the tips of my ears down to my toes, I instead started reading this list seriously.

"A Hard Limit is something you will absolutely not do, under any circumstances. A Soft Limit is something that you aren't normally interested in but are willing to try under the right circumstances."

Nodding to myself, I read along as the contract stated that in all circumstances, Jethro would respect my Hard Limits but would, if prepared and willing, attempt one of the Soft Limits.

As long as he had my consent.

Flitting my eyes to the first section, I let out a soft, stuttering breath, mindlessly tapping the end of the pen against my lip.

"Bondage.

Rope. Yes. Okay. Soft Limit. Hard Limit.

Rope (suspension). Yes. Okay. Soft Limit. Hard Limit.

Cuffs.(Leather, metal). Yes. Okay. Soft Limit. Hard Limit.

Blindfold. Yes. Okay. Soft Limit. Hard Limit.

Gag (Cloth, ball, ring, tape). Yes. Okay. Soft Limit. Hard Limit."

Shivering, I slowly circled the things I was absolutely certain of. I was a bit curious what the suspension rope meant, so I circled the Okay. with an added question mark to it.

None of those seemed to be too scary, though I did but a star next to the ball gag and added it to the presented Soft Limit list. Just the idea of having my jaws forcibly stretched for an extended amount of time seemed to be something uncomfortable.

Another flush crept over my skin at the next list. Impact and Pain.

The needy sound that escaped my lips made me duck my head, followed by another shiver as across the table, Jethro's head snapped up with a low rumble.

"If you don't know how to answer something, I want you to leave it open." Jethro spoke reassuringly, making me nod weakly as he added "Only make a fully informed decision, Lane."

I hummed in response before adding a soft "Yes Sir." When Jethro cocked an eyebrow at the lack of verbal response. Slowly but surely, I made my way through the list, getting increasingly more nervous yet excited at the same time.

There were some things that instantly found their way on the Hard Limit list without a question, like scat play, knife play and fire play.

Just the thought of having to pretend I enjoyed it while Jethro would use a sharp blade to slice me up, was enough to double circle that limit.

Of course, there were several things that I eagerly circled for a repeat as well. Just the thought of experiencing another sense play and remembering how good it felt to have my senses toyed with a combination of ice and Jethro's touch, made my erection fill out to painful proportions.

And the soft growl from across the table definitely didn't help either!

By the time that I reached the end of the list, I was already squirming, both my shift and myself eager to see exactly what was going to happen.

Because as much as my shift had tried to levy the blame of our earlier behavior on me, I could guarantee the tiger wouldn't make a mewl of protest if Jethro decided to have his way with us.

As it was, we were squirming on the spot as Jethro pushed away from his seat. Taking slow, calculated steps before I was lifted out of my seat and plopped securely into his lap.

And judging from the generous bulge pressing against my ass, I wasn't the only one who found this topic highly interesting.

"Let's see where our interests meet, shall we?" Jethro smirked, making me shiver in anticipation. As Jethro placed his own corresponding questionnaire next to mine, I let out a soft purr when fingers settled into my hair.

Of course, the things we had already done before were all encircled. I noticed with excitement that all of the bondage segments had been circled positively, even more so when the ball gag had been circled negatively.

Jethro, always aware of my gaze, smirked slightly, fingers easily grabbing my chin. "I will always want to hear any delectable sound you make, my sweet. The only thing I'd ever want to have those lips spread around and choke any sounds, would be with my cock."

A squeaky mewl shivered through my throat at the mere thought. Because I could still very much remember the sharp spike of pleasure I had experienced by making my Master nearly lose himself in pleasure.

Imagining the same event but while I was on my knees with my arms tied behind me, utterly helpless to his touch, made me quiver in excitement.

Jethro hummed seductively, pressing a satisfying kiss to my lips and chuckling when I mewled out my protest as he drew away.

"Soon, pet. First we need to know where our limits lie before we can push them a bit."

His fingers tapped the Impact and Pain bit, making me flush at the heated look in his gaze. "A lot of beginning submissive will be...hesitant when they read about pain." Jethro explained slowly, all the while letting his fingers scratch through my hair.

The motion was soothing, near hypnotizing as he continued "Pain isn't the main goal here, unless of course you're dealing with a masochistic submissive or slave."

"What's the difference, Sir?" I murmured quietly, giving a purr as his fingers scratched at my nape.

"That's an excellent question and one where the answer may vary, depending on who you ask." Jethro replied with a sigh. "A submissive is a person who seeks out a Dominant, but they may choose who, when and how to submit. Of course, all of this is stipulated in a contract."

I hummed, showing I was still listening even though his scratching was making me close my eyes in pure bliss.

"Meanwhile, a slave will surrender their entire being to their Master. Their owner might keep an eye on the Hard Limits that the slave has stated but in other cases, slaves will have to bow down to the limits set by their Master."

I blinked in amazement, tilting my head slightly to look at him "Does that mean they don't have a choice?"

"Oh, they certainly have a choice. The difference is that a Sub, like you, will actively make the choice to submit over and over again with each command given. A slave will make the vow to obey all commands as soon as the contract starts, and thus, will continue to do so until the contract ends."

And then he smirked "Again, this is completely depending on whom you ask. BDSM isn't a lifestyle lived with a guidebook in hand. It is molded to fit the couple that uses it."

He gestured with his hand, continuing his explanation. "There are subs who require a 24/7 Dominant/submissive lifestyle while other subs only require a scene on a regular basis and keep their BDSM lifestyle confined to the bedroom."

"First and foremost, we will have to decide what it is that we both want." Jethro's serious tone made me tilt my head back and shuffle around so I could look at him properly.

What did I want? I pursed my lips thoughtfully because honestly, I liked how Jethro took charge. While I still very much had my own opinion and knew that Jethro would listen and respect me if I protested, I actually loved how I didn't have to worry about each little detail of my life.

"Personally, I don't see us suddenly behaving less...us outside of the bedroom." I murmured thoughtfully, gaining a bark of laughter from my mate before he shook his head.

"That, I have to agree with. Being a dragon comes with its own particular perks, one of them being highly territorial and often dominant creatures. It's in my very nature to want to care for you and give you commands when needed."

I nodded in understanding, taking a slow and deep breath. "You know how my past has been. Always looking over my shoulder, always having to take care for myself. Now that I have someone who takes that burden away from me I feel...free. Liberated."

"To not have to worry about my every action. To have someone that guides me, helps me through the world and lets me experience it without fear. It's more than I could've dreamed of."

I didn't say anything as Jethro's eyes clouded over for a moment, how his breathing stuttered before he took a calming breath.

"I think...that I wouldn't mind a 24/7 lifestyle." I admitted nervously, "As long as I'm capable of still being, well, me. And not something I'm forced to be."

At that, fingers gently grabbed my chin, pulling me closer so Jethro and I shared the same breath. "Darling...My heart and soul. I would never want anything less than who you are. I don't care what the media says about the picture perfect mates. Nor do I even want to know the supposed perfection that the Pridelands desire."

He huffed, pulling me closer, hands gently clasping my cheeks as he held my head between them. "You already are perfection. The best thing to have happened to me."

Even my tiger was stunned to silence, a shiver running over my spine before the realization and emotion caught up to me. All of a sudden I was sobbing in his hold, unable to stop the tears as they flowed down my face.

Jethro released a groan of anguish, cooing soothingly as he brushed the tears away. Pressing kiss after kiss on my face to the point where I made pathetic mewling sounds, clutching onto my Mate and Master for comfort.

"Happy tears." I reassured weakly, making Jethro sigh before he pulled me into his chest. Rocking us back and forth until the sobs subsided, leaving only the occasional shiver through my chest.

"I swear to you, the Pride lands will pay for what they've done." He growled lowly, puffing out a tendril of smoke as he glared out the window. "They left their mark on you, both physically and emotionally."

At that, I couldn't help but silently agree. Being treated as a lesser being, being treated like prey had certainly damaged my self-worth and self-respect.

There were times where intrusive thoughts pushed to the forefront. Wondering if I truly deserved this happiness, to be mated and loved by Jethro.

Or worse, the thoughts that made me question my actions and desires. If I truly could hold a candle to anyone else that vied for Jethro's attention.

Why me, when there could be so many others to fill my shoes? When there probably already had been past relationships before me?

At that Jethro scoffed and gently flicked my forehead, the sudden jab making me jolt in surprise before rubbing the spot.

"Darling, there has never been anyone before you. A Dragon's mate is hard to find and while some may consider a fling here and there, our shift prevents it."

Jethro hummed with sardonic amusement. "Why would we lay with anything we consider beneath us?" Pressing a kiss to my forehead, he added "Why would we bond with someone who we didn't consider to be perfection incarnate?"

Slowly, a smile warmed his face. A genuine, sweet and humbling smile that made me feel all fuzzy and warm to receive it.

"I had given up hope. After spending years upon years scouring through the world, searching endlessly and fruitlessly, I figured my mate had already been born and perished before I could meet them."

I leaned further against him, a soothing purr burning my throat as I nuzzled against my mate. Even if he didn't mean to, I could sense his barely concealed anguish over our bond.

"And then finally, I met you and nearly lost you in the same day. You were a breath away from death, the infection of your wounds giving you a septic shock that would've killed you, if I hadn't chosen to bond our lifeforce together at that point."

I blinked, shocked. If I had died, so would he.

He nodded in response. "After meeting you only once, I would've followed you the second you took your last breath, Angel. Because you mean everything to me."

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