Chapter 6 Dodie #2
I gasp and step back at the clarity and resounding truth of his honest and expressive communication.
He didn’t try to deny or minimize his passion for me and that alone is enough to astound me, but I’m blown away by literally everything I just learned, because he’s amazing, and he wants me.
What does that mean about me? That I’m lovable?
That literally everyone else I’ve ever met has been wrong about me?
I’m not an ugly, stubborn, hyper-independent irritation with a know-it-all personality so distasteful everyone was better off when I decided to live alone in the woods?
I stagger backward a little more, and Hordan follows, his face set in a determined expression. I try to block him out, but he fills my mind with his recent observations of me until I’m forced to see myself as he sees me.
His memories are clearly warped and overly romanticized, because his recollection of me chasing a man through the woods with my machete makes me look like some powerful, fire-haired goddess helping him deliver the justice he came to serve.
And I haven’t seen my reflection clearly in a few years now, but I know for a fact that the last time I looked in a mirror, I wasn’t nearly as beautiful as he’s trying to convince me I am.
He growls at me and sends me an image of me slamming a door on him while he’s holding his heart out to me.
I stomp my foot in frustration as my eyes well with tears, because I can sense his truth, but I don’t know what to do with it when it doesn’t match any truth I’ve ever known. And how can I express that with or without words?
I picture myself holding his offering of truth and trying unsuccessfully to match it with anything from the box of shitty truths I have.
Hordan storms into my mental scenario, kicks the whole box of old truths aside and presses his one to my chest. He delivers the scene with a hefty dose of energy to back up how much belief he has in his truth. It’s overpowering and I want so badly to hold it to my chest, but—
Imaginary Hordan positions my arms around his truth so I’m doing just that, then he gets down on his knees before me and bows his head.
I’m transported into a new image — one where I’m naked and waiting in my bed for him to return to me, victorious.
He strolls in, declares the war over forever, and then he gathers me into his arms and whisks me away to a castle filled with the most plush surroundings, nutritious food, beautiful clothes, and a heated bathing pool, where he can pleasure me till our hearts content.
It’s pure fantasy, and he makes all of it seems achievable and real.
I eyeball him with great scrutiny, and then offer him my perception of me chasing that man through the woods with my machete.
I can and was taking care of myself. “I’m not a princess, I don’t need rescuing, and I don’t need you to make bogus promises so I’ll fuck you or something.
If I want to do that, then maybe we will, but it’d have nothing to do with whatever you’re trying to sell me.
I like my cave, and I’ve built a good life for myself here.
It’s a million times better than how I used to live — at the intersection of disappointment and heartache.
I’d love to trust you, but I’ve only just met you, and experience has taught me to be wary.
I refuse to be sold illusions, even if the salesman is as handsome and sensually gifted as you. ”
Hordan gives me a blank stare and then sighs. He offers me a scene, where he carries me back to his camp and keeps me there under guard while he goes and fights a band of rebel human criminals, after which, he’ll return to sit with me by his fire and we’ll talk.
He raises his eyebrows like he’s asking if I’ll agree to that scenario.
I cross my arms over my chest and sway back and forth while I consider it.
There is much about Hordan that I enjoy, and I definitely want to see him again, I’m just not interested in being bossed around or made to move to strange places without gardens, where I’ll feel trapped without my hard-earned my freedom.
I make a counter-offer, where I show him that I’ll stay in my own home while he runs about the woods cleaning up the riff-raff, then he may climb back up my cliff and sit by my fire, where we’ll “talk” with our minds and maybe our bodies.
Amusement dances in his eyes, and he concedes with a nod.
He steps closer, kisses my forehead, and then narrows his gaze at me.
He places the tip of his pointer finger to my chest and then points at the exit and makes a big display of crossing his arms before he stabs his finger downward to the floor of the cave where I’m standing.
“Scurrah,” he says in a commanding tone before raising one eyebrow to test if I’ve taken his meaning.
Annoyed by being told what to do, yet excited by the expression of his powerful energy, I give him a soft snort.
“You want me to stay put? Fine. It’s not like I want to get in the way of your making the world a safer place for me to live,” I say, stepping closer and poking him in the chest. “But don’t you go thinking I’m going to do whatever you want any old time you want it.
I’m a sovereign, independent being with a mind of my own and a justified wariness of authority, so my obedience in this matter had better be appreciated.
” I accompany my words with images of him showing his dedication to serving me in any way I see fit.
He smirks, seizes my jaw, and runs his runs the tip of his tongue up my throat before giving my earlobe a little nip.
I inhale with a hiss, and he gives an appreciative hum at the involuntary shiver his actions elicit from me.
He leans back with a toothy grin and retreats toward the cave opening with a bit of a swagger in his step while he hits me with a few ideas of how he may reward me upon his return.
My pussy twitches at the thought, and he grunts with smug satisfaction as he lowers his huge monsters self onto his belly to slide backwards beneath the low overhanging stone at the cave entrance.
He intentionally keeps eye contact for as long as possible, as if making sure I’m receiving every reassuring wave of loving energy he’s sending my way, and then he’s gone.
I sink to the cave floor exactly where I am; my mind and body reeling from the whole experience that is Hordan.
Our surprising connection and phenomenal time together have been intense and eye-opening to say the least. Heart-opening too.
And altogether, undeniably life-altering.
I’ve never felt so safe or cherish or intrigued by a masculine energy, and my whole world feels as if it has been picked up, shaken about, and then put back upside-down so I have no choice but to see everything from a new perspective.
A gorgeous monster just entered my life, prioritized my welfare, showered me with enough orgasms and cum to render his attraction to me irrefutable, and the intentionality of his actions assure me that his interest is deeper than mere lust. He feels like living proof that miracles can happen, and if that’s true, then anything is possible.
Did I just encounter love in actual physical form? Because I feel like I did — like I’m the luckiest woman alive. My heart is pounding, my stomach is aflutter with a giddy excitement that bears no resemblance to the more familiar sensation of anxiety, and I’ve never felt so alive.
I suspect I may be in love.
And based on previous experience, that should feel terrifying.
But it doesn’t.
It feels wonderful.