Page 59 of Becoming
“Tell me.”
“I can’t be tied up. You can hold me down, but no bindings of any kind.”
“Okay, I get that. Anything else?”
Rebecca took a cleansing breath and picked up one of the fringed whips they kept handy, giving it to Cassidy. “Not my back.”
Cass tossed the whip on the bed and took Rebecca in her arms. “Baby, if I do anything at all that makes you uncomfortable or triggers you, tell me and I will stop. If you start getting dragged into the past, I want you to look at me, Rebecca. Look me in the eye and see. Not who I’m not, but who I am. Always remember who I am.”
A tear rolled down Rebecca’s cheek. She wrapped her arms around Cassidy’s neck and kissed her with all of the emotions she had inside her.
“I love you, Cassidy.”
“I love you, too, baby.” Cass smacked Rebecca’s tight ass hard enough for her to yelp. “Now, let’s try out our new roles.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Rebecca smirked as she took off her clothes and hopped up on the bed. “I’m all yours.”
REBECCA SWAYED HER hips and hummed an indistinct tune as she slathered mustard and mayo on a thick piece of wheat bread. She was happy. Aunt Wills had been right. The role reversal and giving up control didn’t mean taking away her power. In fact, Rebecca had never felt more powerful. Or more stable. She still didn’t know if it made sense to her, but at this point, she didn’t care. She was happy.
“Whatcha singin’?”
The knife Rebecca was using clattered as it hit the counter. “Jesus! You scared me!”
Cass chuckled wrapped her arms around Rebecca. “Sorry, I thought you heard me come in. Hey? You okay?” The once singing and dancing woman was now shaking in Cass’s arms.
So, Rebecca wasn’t completely cured of all of her fears. It was going to take more than a week to dispel years of torture.
“Yeah, I’m good. Residual angst.” She looked up at Cassidy and laughed. “You have paint on your nose.”
Cass lifted a brow and adopted a terrible French accent. “An arteest iz not an arteest if zay do not have paint on zer noze.”
“Excusez-moi, mademoiselle arteest!”
Cass harrumphed. “I weel forgive you for eh turkey zandweech.”
“Oh, baby,” Rebecca laughed heartily. “Your accent is awful! Please do not do that when we go to France. They’ll throw us out!”
Cass peered down at Rebecca. “We’re going to France?”
“Would you like to?”
Cass had always wanted to travel but never found the time. Or the right person to go with. Until now. “That’d be awesome! Seeing all the sights with you. Doing the touristy thing.”
“Then we’ll plan it. Maybe we can after your gallery showing. To celebrate your success.”
Cass rolled her eyes playfully. “You can’t know I’ll be successful, babe.”
“Sure, I can. I’ve seen your work.” Rebecca turned back to her previous task of making Cass’s sandwich. She put the finishing touches on it, plated it, and handed it over. “Want some chips?”
“Please.” Cass took a big bite getting mustard and mayonnaise on the sides of her mouth.
Rebecca shook her head. “Doesn’t go with the paint,” she said, wiping Cass’s mouth with a napkin.
“Thanks. So, um,” Cass took a swig of water from the glass Rebecca placed in front of her. “Rand called.”
“And?”
Cass waited for Rebecca to join her before continuing. “First, thank you for the sandwich. Awesome as usual. Unnecessary, as usual. But, greatly appreciated as usual.”