Welcome to the A to Z Challenge 2023!
Warning: This is a kinky blog for adults only! We will be addressing topics of BDSM in our fictional posts!
Jayden is back this week with a new story! If you haven’t read our other stories, that’s okay. This one is started with T is for Terror! We’re writing about resilient submissives on our kinky blog. And honestly, this one is more romantic and suspenseful than kinky. We’ll see what happens after Z!
“Zoe. My name is Zoe.”
“Zoe,” he repeats. “Are you okay, Zoe?”
I nod against his chest.
“We should be safe down here.”
I nod again. I wonder if my car will even still be there. And my daughter. I hope that she’s okay, but then again, the tornado is apparently right here, which means it’s not near her. But she must be terrified that I’m not responding to her. I’m sure I’ll have a thousand missed calls when I eventually get back to my phone.
I can feel Xander’s gaze down on me, and I resist the urge to look up at him, but I can tell he isn’t going to take no for an answer. He uses one finger to lift my head to look up at him. And then he kisses me.
The kiss is tender at first, and I inhale his masculine scent as I melt against him. My hands wrap around his neck, and his grip my waist. As I kiss him back, it becomes more urgent, our lips pressing together hard enough to bruise.
I realize that we’re both soaking wet, and I have no idea where my umbrella is, and I don’t care at all. He’s still wearing his rain gear, which is also soaking wet, just making it worse for me. I can’t stop shivering.
He pulls back. “Zoe, fuck, I’m sorry.”
I shake my head, “Don’t be sorry.”
“Hang on,” he says, and he lets me go. I don’t know where he’s going, but I don’t want him to go far. I follow him when he gets ten feet away. He opens a trunk I hadn’t even noticed. It’s filled with all sorts of emergency supplies, and blankets are one of them. “It’s not as soft as I would like, but it’s something. You’re going to freeze to death in those wet clothes.” He hands me a couple of blankets, and then turns away. “I won’t look.”
I don’t know where my sudden boldness comes from, maybe because I can’t control the weather, or my car breaking down, or how I ended up here with this man, but I can control this. I’ll give up my control again, especially if he takes it the way I hope he will, but right in this moment, he’s given me control. “Xander,” I say, and he turns at my voice. “Don’t look away.”