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I awoke and heard the TV. The curtain that blocked the bedroom off was now open. I got out of bed and walked to find Eric sitting peacefully on the couch. I stood in the doorway for a moment. He could probably sense I was awake and smell me, but he didn't look toward me once. I was nervous. I took a deep breath and walked to sit beside him.

He turned and looked at me.

"Hey." I said softly.

He rolled his head back to lean on the couch and looked at me. His hand moved and his fingers rubbed my cheek. I closed my eyes. This was the moment. This was the big game and I suddenly realized that my time in the bullpen had done nothing to prepare me.

"Is this what you need? You can't be with me any other way?" I asked quietly

"Yes." He said back, just as quietly.

"Okay."

"Okay, what?"

"I'm with you. I'm…yours. I'm going to stay here."

"Do you trust me?" He asked, his voice sounding deep and sending chills up my spine.

"Yes."

"Good. Remember, that's what this is….Your trust and love for me."

He pulled me against him and I relaxed. He held me tight and I wasn't inclined to let him stop. His touch was soothing my nerves and doubts.

I realized that this wasn't just me giving up control – it was me agreeing to be taken care of. When my father had died, I told everyone to back off and went shouting and stomping into my room to make funeral arrangements. I had to be grabbed by my shoulders and told over and over, by my psych professor, that it was okay for someone to help me.

Now I wouldn't have to self reliant. I didn't know if I could do this….

Eric was definitely sensing my emotions as he began to stroke my back when strong trepidation overtook me. It was nice, but it really made me feel as though I had no privacy. Perhaps he'd respect my boundaries enough to not feel and discuss every emotion that ran through me.

"What happens now?"

I was prepared to tell him I agreed to his terms, but now I actually had to live them.

"Now, you trust me to help you acclimate to being mine." He adjusted our bodies and I leaned on him, preferring to not have eye-to-eye contact at the moment.

"I already ended your job at the Shifter's…"

I huffed.

"Some thing you'd like to say? I was surprised you said nothing last night."

He asked sounding amused.

"I was drained…too emotional and scared you might kill Sam. I intended to talk to you and go back to work sometime this week."

"That won't be happening. I did feel some anger from you when I told him you quit; I was happy."

"You were happy I was mad?" I looked up at him incredulously. God, this situation was getting weirder and weirder!

"Yes. Far better than the pain and fear you felt."

I nodded. That was actually a fairly sweet thing to say. He'd rather have me be angry with him than hurting and scared. Of course it helped that angry or not, he just got his way.

"As I was saying," He interrupted my thoughts. "I'm going to disenroll you from school and set you up with classes online soon. We can choose your online school together. I'll take care of your tuition bills."

I bit my tongue. I was fine with him paying for the semester I wasn't going to finish, because it was his fault I started and was quitting after the refund date. I wasn't thrilled that he made it sound like he'd pay for the online classes as well. I needed to knock this off. I wanted to refuse to submit to him – God that sounded so bad – within ten minutes of agreeing to be his.

"I'll send a crew to pack up your apartment, since you'll be living here with me. I'll handle your finances and we'll talk about the details as needed." I nodded, trying to absorb this.

"You're so quiet." He looked at me.

"I don't know what to say…and you may not like some of my reactions."

He laughed.

"I'm glad you are being smart. I promise this will be easy for you once you settle in," He tucked my hair behind my ear. "It may be hard for you to settle into this, but I have no doubt you can and I will help you."

"Okay….I trust you." I added, remembering his first statement to me.

"Now, obviously things have changed between us. More than you living here and more than your job being terminated."

My heart beat quickened. This was it. The hardest part - and he'd built up our conversation for this moment. I didn't know which was worse, the wait or what he'd actually say.

He cupped my face. Apparently, I had to look at him.

"I'm your master now. I'm your mate. You belong to me." His hold relaxed and I kept looking at him. "I will not require you to call me Master, unless I think it will help you to remember your position. I will not have you adjust your speech, except to remember to speak to me with respect….We can still talk as we have and as most partners do. You can come to me at any time when we are home and ask to speak freely with me as your Bonded."

I felt some fear, but was slightly turned on by his voice, his confidence, and the feel of his body against mine. I was glad he wasn't interfering with me talking and would speak with me like an equal when I needed it. I noted how this place I was in, was now my home ; our home. It also didn't escape me that he called us Bonded. I knew me taking his blood was significant. I wonder if he was thinking about this before last night.

He looked at me, obviously wanting me to speak. I'd been working so hard on controlling my big mouth and now he wants me to stop. I can't win!

"I'm glad. You know how I talk and how much I talk."

He smiled.

"I expect you to obey me. I will have to correct your behavior and punish you, if you don't do so."

"How?" I asked, my throat going dry.

"In many ways," He rubbed my back. "Some you'll find out if you misbehave and not until then. I will revoke your privileges and while I'm training you and you are settling in, you have very few of those."

God, what was I getting myself into. I had some idea what this was going to be. I'd read about BDSM and even had a friend who was fairly knowledgeable and kinky herself. I knew, intellectually and not from experience, that submissives were often strong people. This was going to be a test for me.

"What privileges do I have?"

"You are free to address me however you please as long as you are respectful; that's a privilege. You can have the TV on while I'm resting, but I doubt you'll have time to watch much. You can call your friends and family once a week, if you behave well."

My heart sank. I called my family everyday. I texted compulsively.

Eric saw the look on my face.

"This is for your benefit. You don't need distractions right now. Focus on me and on us."

I nodded.

"You understand that while your opinion is important to me, I make all final decisions?"

"Yes."

"Good. Come now, little one, We've done enough talking for the night." He pulled me up and we walked to the bedroom. He let go of me in the middle of the room and dropped the curtain. He walked past me as if I wasn't there. I felt awkward.

"Strip." He said without preamble.

I hesitated. I've been naked with him many times, but this was going to be very exposing for me.

"Dina." His voice was sharp.

I began to pull off my clothes. No need to get punished on our first night. I stood there looking at his back as he combed through things in his armory and dresser. This was a bit unnerving.

"Come here."

I walked beside him and he opened a drawer of a small dresser. It was only about a foot high and rested on top of the regular sized dresser. Inside were three collars. I expected as much.

"These are for you. I want you to wear them with pride. There is nothing shameful about belonging to me. Tonight, lets try the plain one."

He pulled out a black leather collar with a gold D-ring hanging on the front. I glanced at the other collars before he closed the drawer. I wasn't completely sure what they looked like, but I could see that one was very decorative and shiny. It must have had rhinestones or something on it. Maybe I could actually enjoy wearing that one.

"Move your hair and bare your neck."

I assisted him in putting it on me.

"Kneel."

I obeyed him. This was it. I was submitting to him.

"Lean back on your legs, part your knees…place your hands on your thighs."

I did my best to follow his commands.

"I like you to sit like this. You should never close your legs around me. You shouldn't try to cover your body ; the body I now own."

I listened and didn't reply. Thankfully, just when I needed to keep quiet I was at a loss for words.

He stroked my cheek, gently and lovingly.

"I don't want a doll. You know this. I just need your passion to be reserved for me and me alone."

I nodded. I really needed to hear that. I could do this, but I couldn't consent to him breaking me.

"Do you want to please me?" He asked thickly.

"Yes." I replied honestly.

He pulled his flaccid penis out of his boxers and held the base. I was surprised he wasn't hard. He rubbed his tip over my lips. He touched my right cheek, then my left. He stopped and held himself in front of my face.

"Kiss it."

I leaned forward and opened my mouth.

"No tongue." He said sharply.

I was confused but pressed my lips against his head and placed a kiss on him before pulling back..

"Again."

I repeated my actions.

"Now you may use your tongue."

I pressed my lips to make the same chaste kiss, but snaked my tongue out. I encircled his head and left a smacking kiss on his tip. I repeated this since he didn't tell me to stop.

I began to really enjoy myself. I must have moved my hand because the next thing I knew, his cock was away from my mouth and he was grabbing my cheeks.

His hold was rough and I inhaled deeply.

"Put your hands behind your back." I complied. It hurt to move my body with him pinching my face.

"Keep them there or I will help you keep them there and punish you."

I intertwined my fingers, determined to keep them there.

"Are you ready to finish?"

He released my mouth from his grip.

"Yes."

I picked up where I left off. I may not be 100% about this whole submission thing, but I knew I could give a good blow job. He was hardening as I ran my tongue over him. It was a very cool feeling.

I got very involved once more.

"Easy, lover. No sucking yet."

I made sure not to put too much of him into my mouth. There was a difference between French kissing and sucking.

"Good…You will do this everyday. I like you worshipping my cock." He moaned.

I ran my tongue over the underside of his member. I leaned my head and kissed his frenulum.

"Do you want to make me cum?"

"Yes."

"Open your mouth."

He grasped the back of my neck and I tensed. I was scared and thought about my sex philosophy: there was a reason god gave us teeth.

I was nervous he was going to choke me or try and force me to deep throat and have me throw up.

"Relax." He pushed into my mouth and eased his hold. "Go on."

I started to suck him and tried to act like I wasn't holding my hands behind my back, while he held my head. This was just like any other time I went down on him.

…..I was a bad liar because I didn't believe myself for one second.

"Oh…..lover, you are doing so well…suck me." He pushed his hips forward and made eye contact with me. It was hard to look up at him, but I knew he was aware of what he was doing and what I was feeling.

He gently bucked his hips and I felt some drool trickle out of the side of my mouth. I kept going; sometimes fellatio was messy.

I wouldn't say he was 'fucking my face' (I'd had a boyfriend who once suggested we try that) because his pace was slow and he wasn't being the least bit brutal.

I was working hard to breathe out of my nose. I realized I had more of him in my mouth than usual. If he wanted me to deep throat, he was being patient and gradual about it.

"Relax…Keep going…" He caught my eye again.

His movements increased and so did his hold. He was moving back and forth out of my mouth, touching the inside of my throat. I took a breath each time he thrusted. I told myself to relax and calmed my gag reflex.

I sucked him as best I could, knowing he was going to orgasm.

His hand fisted in my hair and I felt his first jet of cum hit the back of my throat. His other hand began to massage my throat; urging me and helping me to swallow. I was happy for his assistance and swallowed his load as best I could. He pulled out of my mouth and there was some dribble on my lower lip. He reached out with his thumb, wiped it, and pressed his finger into my mouth. I sucked it clean.

I felt good. I was proud of myself and felt more at ease. Eric had pushed me tonight, but he was careful with me too.

I was also very horny. While I love tasting him, I'd much rather have him inside a different part of my body.

He grabbed me and yanked me off the floor. I was pushed into the bed. Before I could react he was parting my thighs and positioning himself at my entrance. I moved to help him and supported myself on my hands, leaning over the bed. His dove into me and started pounding hard. I almost came right there and let out a loud screaming moan. I was so glad Eric valued his privacy. I knew no one could hear me and was okay to let go and yell.

My arms collapsed and he pushed me on the bed and unto my knees, without withdrawing. I was being pushed around like a rag doll, but it felt so good I didn't care.

I came over and over again.

Before he came, he pulled out and repositioned us.

He* did it. At this point I don't think I was capable of willful motion. I was still trying to catch my breathe. I felt like putty.

He was on top of me and back inside of me. He held my leg so he could drive his dick in deeper. I was going to cum again…god I know the female body can sustain quite a few orgasm in a row, but I think I was pushing it.

His tongue traced my nipple. He kissed and nibbled. I waited for his fangs.

Once my climax hit, I felt him begin to feed on me. I came immediately after my last orgasm ended.

His hips bucked into mine a few more times before he too, found his release.

He looked down at me.

"You're mine."

He kissed me.