Chapter 8
Elijah
My talkwith Dawn went much smoother than I thought it would. I wasn’t sure how she would take all the information I had given her, and hoped she’d come talk to me about any worries or questions. I was prepared for her to panic again, since I could tell the fear was just beneath the calm façade she was trying so desperately tokeep.
Most of my new subs never questioned the rules that would be printed on paper in a normal Dom/sub contract. They knew what to expect. They understood the power exchanges between a Dominant and his submissive. They already knew they had all the control in the relationship. With Dawn, I had to go about it differently. She would agree to anything to please me, even if she didn’t want to do it—that was how she was trained. That’s why I made sure that she knew she could have a say; something I’d have to remind her aboutfrequently.
It was going to take time for her to decide if she really wanted that type of relationship. I couldn’t be sure if she did want, or even if she understood, that lifestyle. I was not going to push it on her, knowing she’d do whatever I wanted. It would be my mission to help her decide if she enjoyed being a sub or not—all of which would take time. I would be okay with Dawn being whatever she desired. If she was into the vanilla lifestyle, being a Domme, or even a mix of everything, I’d be okay withthat.
The morning wake-up call had been unexpected. I’d had a lot of blow jobs in my lifetime, but none had been as good as that. I don’t know if it was the innocence of her youth, or just the connection I had with her when we were younger. Then, she used her mouth on my dick, and I had never come so hard from a simple blow jobbefore.
Watching Emily and Zack, I had some indication as to how my girl would react to certain situations. I knew there was a low possibility she would try to test my boundaries, but hopefully not for a very long time with what she’d been through. That’s why I gave her my idea of a punishment, so she wouldn’t worry about what would happen. I’d hate to see her go into panic mode because I wasn’t clear enough on what might happen punishment-wise in this house. I had to start somewhere to get her to see that I wouldn’t push her around just because I was aman.
I also wanted to see how Dawn would cope with everything I had explained. I couldn’t wait to see how she would test the boundaries once she was fully healed, mentally andphysically.
I worried she’d not take to any of it, but I was willing to compromise. I’d do anything to help Dawn understand what a Dom/sub relationship was like, along with helping her learn that it was different than a Master/slave relationship. It would be a lot of work, but something that needed to be done. She needed to know that there were other ways to live. Fuck, I’d even show her what a normal, vanilla relationship—minus the sex part—was like. That would be the best place tostart.
I cared deeply for Dawn, and always would. When she used to follow me around, she would tell everyone that she was going to marry mesomeday.
The day she was born, she owned my heart. It certainly wasn’t any differentnow.
After going over the simple rules and expectations, I had Dawn pick out a book. It didn’t take long for her to grab one and curl up in the window seat. No submissive had ever sat there before; they would always kneel by me or sit in one of the chairs if I allowedthem.
I opened my computer and answered a few emails from work that demanded my attention. When I looked over at Dawn, I could tell she had no interest in the history novel she had picked. I quickly sent a text to Joslyn, asking her to find something that Dawn might like to read better than what I had to offerhere.
It was only a few minutes later when I looked over at her again, I saw that she was fast asleep. Leaning back in my chair, I just watched her. Her face was relaxed, her long, slightly wavy hair falling around her shoulders. She looked so young andinnocent.
I could remember the first time I ever laid eyes on Dawn. She was a week old and wrapped up in a soft blanket. Zack, who was more interested in his new toy, had wanted nothing to do with the new baby. I had been bugging my mother non-stop, wanting to meet the new little one who would become my best friend. It had been a long week before I finally got to see her. She was the most adorable little thingever.
I couldn’t contain the huge smile that took over my face as I held the new baby. Dawn had just opened her big eyes and intently stared atme.
I instantly fell in love with her, and I’m sure my mother took a picture to capture themoment.
“I’m going to marry you one day, Dawn Elizabeth,” I had declared, knowing I would do anything and everything in my power to make sure this baby would never know pain. I swore in my head I would always protecther.
Remembering my failed promise, I was consumed by guilt. I had failed her. I’m not sure when I had begun to slip away from her; somewhere just before Quentin’s death. I wasn’t there for her when she needed me themost.
I let my head fall backward, taking deep breaths. I was more determined than ever to make sure Dawn would be happy and to keep her safe. I would do anything in my power to doso.
I became interested in it all while in college but always had the characteristics since I was a young kid. Control over things helped me cope with the stresses of life. It helped when Dawn disappeared, even though it tore my worldapart.
Hearing about her disappearance tore me up inside. It ran through my blood, never leaving me. I wanted to cry, but only boys cried. I was a man, and had no time for such emotions. I constantly wanted to throw something, punch something—or someone…anything to make the feelings goaway.
The ringing of my cell phone jolted me back to reality. The sound echoed in the room, making Dawn to jump, dropping the book to thefloor.
“Hello?” I answered, not looking at who was calling as I watched the embarrassed girl pick up the book before rubbing the sleep from hereyes.
“Elijah,” greeted my boss, knowing not to call me by my last name like he would normally do atwork.
“Kaleb,” I replied, surprised he was calling. He’d hadn’t for a while, and not while on this case, due to the fact that the phone line might be monitored. I’d called him a few times from the untraceable secure cellphone I kepthidden
“I’ll be by in about an hour. There’re some things I need to get you up to dateon.”
“Alright, see you then,” I said before he hungup.
Curious, but not too concerned, I turned to the girl in the window. She blushed at my gaze and I simply smiled. “How about that tour?” I asked, hoping my voice stayedcalm.
She nodded before getting to her feet and making her way to where I still sat in thechair.
