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“Oh! I forgot to tell you, Saint will be in town tomorrow. He’s performing at the Grizzlies game. If you want to go, he saved us some tickets.”
“Yeah, I’m down. They’re playing Golden State, aren’t they?”
She nodded and sipped her orange juice.
“Yes. I can’t wait to see him. I feel like it’s been forever.”
I didn’t want to tell her, but that would be where I gave her the last test to make sure she was ready to fully surrender to me before we took it all the way. For what I had in mind, her pussy was going to be gushing all damn night.
* * *
“I have one last thing in store to prove that you trust me and are willing to fully release control,” I told Cartier. We were about to get ready for the game, but I had to give her the panties before she dressed. Once this phase was over, we could move on to bigger rewards, including penetration sex and restraints.
A lot of Doms dove right in, but it was important to me to have a bit of order and understanding. Once I was sure my sub understood her limits and control, we built trust, then dove deeper. Before we even agreed to this, Cartier and I were working on trust. Getting her in that pool and on the bike were major. They were things I’d remember long after she was gone. Things that would remind me of my place in her life, and hers in my heart.
“Okay,” Cartier agreed, walking over to me. “What is it?” I handed her the panties and her lips spread like a Cheshire cat. “Are these what I think they are?”
“They are. Can you handle it?” Cartier nodded. “Do you trust me?” She nodded again. “Why?”
“Because you mean me well. I don’t think you would ever put me in a situation to intentionally hurt me, and that says a lot.”
I wasn’t expecting that to be her answer. Honestly, I thought she would say some freaky shit. Her declaration hit me in my core. It was very important to me that Cartier, or any woman I was with for that matter, knew they were safe with me. The world was a dangerous place for Black people—I didn’t believe relationships were supposed to be one. I never wanted to engage in abuse and toxicity with women, that was why as difficult as it was for me, I let Mariah go. With the connections I had, I could have found her, but that would have been my ego at work. I wanted her to feel free in my love—even if that meant she was free to live without me.
“I’m glad you know that, Tink.”
“Do you… know that you’re safe with me, too?”
“Yeah,” was all I said, though my mind had more.
I knew I was safe with herfor now. When it was more convenient for her to leave, she would. That wasn’t a weight for Cartier to carry, though. It was something I’d need to prepare for myself. I found it difficult to keep guards up when it came to Cartier because of our bond, but I knew those guards were necessary. Keeping this just about her protection and pleasure would make detaching from her easier when the time came.
Cartier eyed me skeptically. “You’re holding back.”
“It’s not worthy of a conversation, especially right now.”
She looked around the room briefly, scratching the side of her nose like I did when I was in thought. I was rubbing off on her in ways she probably didn’t even realize, and Cartier was rubbing off on me, too.
“Saint told me to leave you alone because I couldn’t provide the stability and security of a relationship you need. Is that what this is about?” Her eyes returned to mine. “Is that keeping you from trusting me fully?”
“Cartier…”
“Hosea, please,” she stressed, softly and quietly, but with enough tension to express how important this was to her. How importantIwas to her.
“I do trust you, and I know I’m safe with you.”
“But?”
“I also know we have an expiration date, so I’m mindful of that, too.”
“Do you not want me to leave? Do you want to be in a real relationship with me?”
“It doesn’t matter what I want, Tink. Your life is in L.A., and you’ll be returning as soon as you can. Right?”
“It’s not that Iwantto go back,” Cartier clarified, taking me by the hand and leading me into the living room. We sat on the couch, so close, our legs touched. Still holding my hand, Cartier smiled when I removed it to push her hair away from her eyes before returning it to hers. I loved looking into those beautiful brown eyes. Hell, I just loved looking at Cartier, period.
She was a work of art.
A fucking masterpiece.
