Free A Dominant Fallen (A Dominant Series Book 2) by Lena Black Page B

Damian chimes in, “As I was trying to say, I want to be your Master, and I want you to be my sub. No more testing the waters or figuring out what works for us. Yes, we will continue to experiment and explore limits, however, I want to make this official...I want you to belong to me, totally.”
    Holy fucking Jeez. What the hell am I supposed to do with this information? How do I even begin to process this?
    Then, my head fixes on one question and I go with it. “Do you expect me to wear this in public?”
    “This is for when we play,” he explains, “or when I deem it fitting whether in or out of our home. I do not expect you to wear it twenty-four/seven, though you would be my sub all day, every day.”
    I glimpse at him with narrowed eyes. “I thought we had agreed that we wouldn’t be doing that.”
    “We did before you decided to lie, break my heart, and run off. I realized that I needed to take you in hand and these rules will do you good.”
    “Well, you should’ve also realized that I am not one to be tied down,” I state, realizing my choice in words may not have been the wisest, “uh, you get what I mean. We’ve gone over this.”
    “I don’t want to limit you like I did the others.” He clarifies. “I told you, you aren’t what they were and you never will be. I don’t intend to put you on a leash with no freedoms to live a life outside of us. My demands and expectations are simple.”
    He runs his hands through his hair, appearing as if he were trying to find the right words to express his meaning, finally getting a look of clarity.
    “Yes, we discussed this all before, and I told you, I don’t want you to change that feisty, opinionated nature of yours…I don’t want to put you in a cage, Gabrielle. I want to set you free.”
    While I watch him blankly, I remember what Brooke had said to me about never knowing if you’ll like it until you try. I’d enjoyed what we had before, even his dominant behavior, and it probably wouldn’t change much from that…It seems what he’s actually asking for is commitment, some reassurance that I am his and I won’t be leaving again.
    “You just want a commitment,” I affirm. “Things won’t change, correct?”
    “No, things will change. Once you place that collar about your neck, you will begin your training, and I will hold you to a higher standard of subservience. If you break the rules, such as you did when you broke it off, I will punish you. I expect you to follow my rules without question, as they are there to benefit us both. However, the dynamics of our relationship and your right to an opinion will not be affected by this.”
    “Bullshit!” I exclaim. “The dynamics would change completely…”
    “How?” he interrupts.
    “What do you mean, how? How do you think?”
    “Let me ask you a question…” he says then places a finger over his lips, tapping on them gently.
    “Shoot, slick.”
    “How do you see me?” he queries. “Do you see me differently then you did before you left?”
    “That’s a ridiculous question,” I huff, rolling my eyes. “You’re Damian, now, then, tomorrow.”
    “I know who I am, Elle. I meant, what was I to you? Was I your friend?” I stare at him awkwardly. “Well?”
    “Yes,” I reply.
    “Was I your lover?”
    What is he getting at?
    “Yes,” I answer again.
    “Was I your protector, your companion, your boyfriend?”
    “Yes, yes, yes,” I say repeatedly, slightly annoyed.
    “Was I your Dominant? Was I your Master?” He continues.
    “Yes,” I whisper with my face tilted down, finally realizing where he’s going with this. He pinches my chin between his finger and thumb, gently forcing me to glance up at him.
    “Do you still see me as all those things?” he asks in a tender, loving voice, setting his hand on the side of my face, and I nuzzle into it.
    “Yes, of course.” I place my hand over his. “You know I do.”
    “Then, how would the dynamic change? I don’t intend to