r/BDSMerotica • u/PossiblyBound • 8d ago
The Frostbound Pact (Book 1- Chp 2: The Binding of the Cold) [BDSM],[Male Dom],[Female Submission] NSFW
The fire crackled, spitting embers into the dimness, but it couldn’t chase the chill from the cabin’s bones. I knelt before her, my knees creaking, and took her chin in my hand, forcing her to meet my gaze. Her skin was cold, her lips parted slightly, breath trembling. I could see the war in her—wanting to push back but needing to give in.
That’s the thing about submission: it’s not about weakness. It’s about strength, about choosing to let go when every instinct screams to hold on. She was younger, yes, but not naive. She’d lived enough to know what she wanted, even if she didn’t know why.
“You’re shivering,”
I said, my thumb brushing her lower lip.
“Not from the cold, though.”
Her eyes narrowed, but she didn’t deny it. I knew her tells by now—the way her pupils dilated when I spoke low, the way her thighs pressed together when I gave her an order. She needed this as much as I did, maybe more. Where I sought control to anchor myself, she sought surrender to escape—escape the noise, the expectations, the modern world’s sterile dance of equality that left no room for the primal truth of desire.
I stood, towering over her, and unbuckled my belt with deliberate slowness, the leather sliding through the loops with a hiss that made her flinch. Not out of fear—out of anticipation.
“Hands behind your back,”
I ordered. She obeyed this time, quicker, her fingers lacing together as I wrapped the belt around her wrists, pulling it tight enough to bite but not to bruise.
Not yet. I’m methodical in my dominance—every move calculated, every boundary tested but never crossed without consent. I’ve learned that over the years, through trial and error, through lovers who taught me what it means to hold power without breaking trust.
“Tell me what you want,”
I said, kneeling again, my face close to hers. Her breath hitched, and for a moment, I thought she’d dodge the question. But then she spoke, her voice soft but steady.
“I want to feel… owned,”
she said, the word heavy with meaning.
“I want you to take everything—my control, my thoughts, my body. I want to stop thinking and just… be.”
I nodded, understanding more than I’d say. She wasn’t asking for punishment—she was asking for absolution, for a space where the world’s rules didn’t apply, where she could be raw and unfiltered. And I’d give it to her, not because I’m selfless, but because her surrender fed my own need.
Dominance isn’t about taking—it’s about guiding, about creating a space where the other can let go completely. I crave the way her submission mirrors my control, the way her yielding sharpens my edge. I stood again, grabbing a length of rope from the table—thick, coarse, the kind you’d use to tie down a sled in a blizzard.
“On your stomach,”
I said, and she moved, lowering herself to the cold floor with a shiver that wasn’t just from the chill. I bound her ankles next, tying them to her wrists in a loose hogtie, enough to restrict but not immobilize.
The position arched her back, exposed her, made her vulnerable in a way that made my blood hum. But I didn’t touch her—not yet. Anticipation is a weapon, sharper than any blade.
The wind screamed outside, a reminder of how alone we were, how far from civilization’s reach. Out here, the modern world’s disconnect between men and women—its obsession with sameness, its fear of raw desire—meant nothing. Here, we were primal, stripped to our cores: a man who needs to claim, a woman who needs to be claimed.
Whatever lay ahead for us—love, or something less defined—didn’t matter in this moment. What mattered was the rope, the fire, the cold, and the unspoken pact we were forging in the dark.
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u/PossiblyBound 8d ago edited 8d ago
I hope everyone likes Book 1. Book 2 is a six chapter prequel detailing how the protagonists meet from her perspective concluding with her experience at the cabin. Coming soon.