Pairing: Jake/Leah
Genre: Pre-smut (D/s themed)
Rating: M
Words: 500
Disclaimer: Don't own Twilight nor pretend to make money from Fanfiction!
Author's Note: Thanks to the lovely jarms who beta'd this piece.
The Offering
Nervous anticipation made her jumpy. Seconds were minutes and minutes seemed like hours as the clock ticked to the predestined time.
The time she was told to arrive.
The time that — no matter how many mundane tasks she used as distractions — still lingered in the forefront of her mind, preoccupying her with thoughts of backing down, of opting out like a coward.
Her senses were on overdrive when she followed the path to her alpha's house. Brisk air slipped under her dress and licked up her backside. Toned thighs slid against one another in her haste. Frantic thoughts tumbled through her mind, forcing her to question this decision.
"I will accept nothing but your full submission, Leah." His words. They echoed in her mind.
What he wanted — no, demanded — of her…
Could she do it?
Rounding the bend, his isolated cabin came into view, and she paused to calm her pounding heart. Through the window, she watched him move with power, strength, authority — never once retracing his steps while preparing his den.
Smoke billowed from the chimney, and for a moment, she was lost in the smell of burning wood. The familiar, warm emotions it conjured made the scene before her feel welcoming and easy. The cabin didn't seem scary and the man behind the logs looked gentle.
Until she remembered why her feet were still frozen to the ground.
And what she was there to offer.
Baring her soul and body for his inspection, weighed heavy on her shoulders. She trusted Jake — she knew him — but the thought of being so vulnerable for him triggered latent insecurities.
Was she good enough?
Would he approve?
Everything escalated — sounds louder, sights brighter — and the option of acting on the impending panic attack, of turning back and running home, fled the moment he stepped onto the front porch.
Squaring her shoulders, and with eyes finding purchase anywhere but his, Leah crossed the distance to her alpha.
The hunter circled, recounting her role, "Once you enter this house, you are mine. My toy. My amusement. My bitch."
His exhale tickled her shoulder. His lips, but a whisper from her neck, and chills prickled her scalp, sending shivers to her toes.
"This is my pussy."
His words tingled her clit, and she imagined his possessive hand between her thighs.
"Your orgasms are mine."
Her stance stiffened to halt trembling muscles, but under his prying gaze, nothing was lost. This feigned confidence was met with a sinister chuckle — forcing her shoulder to her ear against the wicked tickle crawling along her flesh. Breathing ceased when she attempted to cross the threshold.
"Clothes aren't allowed in my house," he said, stopping her mid-stride.
Inhaling slowly, fingers shaking, she lifted the hem to the sundress — no panties, like he instructed.
"Leah, I'm going to spank your ass before I make it mine."
With a whimper, she stepped into his domain, signifying her acceptance of his rules.