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Pulling down the blinds, she sees the same car again. The same car she’s been spotting over the last several days. Slightly different spots, but definitely the same car.
Why? Who?
She’s almost enraged.
She considers almost… No! Will be confrontational.
This dance is not one she will be participating in any further. With a made-up-mind and a boost of misdirected flare for theatrics, she stomps out her door. She slams it behind her and continues, overly motivated, in a beeline to the car.
She knocks on the window and the large (and borderline scary looking) man is stunned to see her. He hesitantly rolls the window down.
“How dare you?” She starts. Maybe not the best place to start, but once that dam breaks it’s hard for her to contain herself.
“I have lived here for a decade. This car and you have never been around. I don’t know where you get off stalking my property, but take this as a full invitation to officially leave me alone. If I see you here again, I will be contacting the authorities. Save us both the trouble and get lost.” She huffs out, red in the face.
The man in the car had slowly started to turn red during her rant and now she feels slightly bad at the embarrassment she may have caused. Slightly.
He nods and starts the car up. That’s enough for her so she takes herself back inside.
Needing to calm down after getting her blood pumping like that, she makes herself a cup of tea.
As she’s dipping the tea bag in her mug and feeling the tension in her shoulders and jaw begin their release, there’s a harsh knock on the door. Consider heckles raised once again.
“What?” She borderline spits as she whips the door open. Her abrasive nature is smoothed as she faces four men on the porch. Each of them quite intimidating. One of which must have been the one who knocked as he now stands off to the side, but still in between her and the second man. The third (the driver) and fourth men take stand on the front steps of her property, with their backs to her.
She looks past the first man to the second who is the only one truly looking her way.
“May I come in?” He asks with a slight smirk to his lips before it disappears.
“I’d rather you not. What does this regard?”
Regard? Really?
She can’t help but feel flustered under the intense stare of the blue eyes.
“I have a… business venture for you. Pertaining… your less known profession.” Although he has this stoic, seriousness to his nature, a man of confident stature and seemingly in charge, he speaks with far less confidence than his status would imply. Almost boyishly when discussing her other profession.
She sighs and uses the lull in conversation to admire him, to contemplate the situation, to measure up his intentions, to determine if this is something she even wants to continue discussing. Also, to sneak a more intimate peek at his features. Intense blue eyes and chocolate hair. The light hits his brow and cheekbone just right and she traces his jaw to his lips with her gaze.
“I’m not contracting currently.” She says definitively. Just because the man is her type and she reflexively thinks he’s out of her league, doesn’t mean she should let herself get swept away in this. Even if she wants to get swept away in this.
He nods, “I’d like to discuss… it… with you anyway.” He’s getting close to blushing. It appears, as if this is the first time he hasn’t had steady footing since they all seem mildly uncomfortable. He seems to surprise himself with his nervousness. He shifts from one foot to the other while she contemplates the meaning. Maybe it’s just not profound.
“Only you enter and big boy stops stalking me. My neighbors are too nosy for their own good.” She says as she releases the door from her grasp. Where it had slightly covered her, it now swings fully open to allow him entry.
He nods and cautiously enters. She takes one more glance between the porch dwellers and swings the door closed.
“We’re starting this more respectfully than you’ve initiated so far. You’re going to introduce yourself and we’ll go from there.” She says from the doorway as she eyes him meandering around her abode.
He smiles in this innocent way before turning from the side to face her full on.
“My name is Sebastian, my…” he extends a had towards the door, “employees,” he pulls it back in, “know me as Mr. Stan. Anyone less than that, in this region at least, calls me El Sombra,
The Shadow.
”
“And I should refer to you as…?”
“Sebastian for now.” She nods.
“What part of my… services… are you seeking?” She asks picking up her forgotten tea and pushing past him to take a seat on the couch.
He walks around the coffee table to stand in front of her, and yet he peers through the front window instead of looking at her.
“I would need you to sign off before I can inform you of that.”
“Hmm…” she takes a calculating glance at him over her mug as she sips her tea.
“So, Sebastian,” she starts, noting he doesn’t seem to be called that name often from his estranged reaction to it, “you send big boy out there to watch me for weeks now, then make an appearance at my home, and disclose you are interested in my personal business, but can’t discuss a single thing on the topic without my commitment to something I don’t even know if I want to commit to yet.” He peers to his feet.
“Interesting.” She whispers more to herself.
“I understand this is not typical of this type of exchange, but it is how I must operate.”
“So where is it?” She asks.
He finally makes eye contact. She feels like he peers into her soul, like he’s trying to decipher if she is all he needs her to be before he pulls his coat to the side and extracts a 3 page contract and a box which he reveals contains a pen as he sets them up in front of her on the coffee table.
“It’s an NDA?” She asks before reading it.
He motions to it.
She lifts it scanning the contract. It’s basically an NDA. A subsection does stick out however. It’s defining the relation of him to a large mafia. He’s…. He’s
The Shadow.
Right. Her protection per this conversation is also somewhat explained. Interestingly it contains a non-contact clause. They can’t communicate via call, text, email, otherwise. She would also be provided a security detail. She scans further. No one can know about this relationship, if it were to happen.
Her heart pounds in her chest. She breaths slowly to calm it.
She takes the pen and hesitates. She was just escaping this profession. Her last partner… it was too much. It’s still too soon. But this isn’t a commitment to a new partnership, this is… This is consent to discuss.
Once she decides, she realizes belatedly she had brought the very nice pen between her teeth. She pulls it from her lips quickly and signs on the dotted line.
She slides it back across the table and he takes a seat in the chair positioned across from hers.
“If I’m going to consider anything… I’m going to have to require this conversation go a specific way,” she prepares herself, “You’re going to describe what you’re looking for here. You can ask questions and I will give answers. You will answer my questions. And I… I cannot promise I am interested.” She lets out a breath as she sees his face turn up in smile. She had felt too forward per his status, but it was necessary.
“I understand. All I ask is for patience with me. I haven’t…” he pulls his leg up to fold on top of his other and leans back into the chair, placing his arm across the top, “this is not a topic of conversation I’m comfortable with.”
She places her mug on a coaster,
“Do you need me to lead or do you want to try?”
He smiles sheepishly to himself and takes a deep breath releasing his sigh with his eyes finding anything but her interesting.
“Please.” He motions for her to go.
“Define what it is that I do.” She starts.
He nods. His nervousness is such a stark contrast compared to the man who was on his porch. To
The Shadow
. He’s just Sebastian right now and it almost appears like he hasn’t been “just Sebastian” in a while.
He rubs the back of his neck and his jaw clenches and unclenches with thought.
“I’m going to butcher the terminology.” He says closer to a whisper than speaking directly to her.
With a quick run of a hand along his lips to his chin he starts, “You provide… a safe space to… explore…” he gives a small shake to his head before continuing, “to explore aspects… of um… BDSM? Or…” he huffs.
“You’re on the right track.” She mumbles encouragingly.
“You’re a... You have specific, previously agreed upon… um… scenarios that are inherently sexual.”
“Sure.” She flashes a smile, “I create contracted partnerships with men, exclusively, and help them discover, explore, and indulge in their sexual fantasies in a safe and appropriate environment.”
He nods absorbing the response.
“Sebastian?” She wonders if he’ll ever not be taken aback hearing that name, “what are you seeking in this type of partnership IF I were to explore this?”
“I… um…” he switches which leg is propped up and adjusts his clothing.
“I need something from sexual partners that require this type of… relationship. I… I’m also not able to just, say, ‘date around’ because of my status. So. I come to you seeking an outlet for the parts of me that can’t exist when I am El Sombra.”
She nods.
“Let’s try this another way.” With an eyebrow raise, he hums.
“From that… confirm my assumption that you’re looking to have a partner that leads, takes charge, or per se allows you to not have to do things such as make decisions. The terminology for what I’m figuring you’re interested in is ‘submission’.”
He uncrosses his legs and presses both his feet into the floor and squeezes his hands against each other in his lap.
With enough of a pause to allow room for a confirmation or a denial that doesn’t come, she continues in a new direction.
“When you said you would butcher the terminology, did you consider ‘submission’ as the thing you are searching for?”
“No.” He struggled to confirm.
“Does it sound worth exploring?” She asks.
“Intimidating.” He whispers.
She nods.
“I wish I could tell you what I’m wanting, but it’s not that simple.” He says to continue the conversation.
“Okay. That also means something by the way. How about… what part of this ‘thing’ you’re interested in using me for have you admitted to yourself?”
He admires the floor in lieu of an immediate response.
“What I have admitted to myself, I’ve never admitted out loud.” He looks to her and she challenges with a whispered “try.”
“In my life, I am powerful. I am wealth. I make decisions and no one has any say in that. I’m… I sound… anyway.” He sighs, “I don’t think I have a way to express anything other than El Sombra and I need to.”
“Because you’re not just El Sombra or Mr. Stan… you’re also Sebastian” she articulates.
“Yeah.” He breathes.
“So. Here’s where we are at. I was not looking for a new partnership. These… relationships… are emotionally, physically, and mentally investing. I invested in my previous partner more than he wanted or at least differently than he wanted. That is a breach of contract but he wasn’t informative of this breach until it had gone way too far. I’m… recovering… was recovering. I had actually felt like myself for the first time in a while right before I detected the pattern of the car by big boy.”
He nods attentively. His listening skills are quite refreshing.
“We will have to spend, typically at least an entire afternoon and evening, deciding contract. I will have to extensively go through terminology and possibilities. You’re going to have to be more detailed and specific about what you want.
And I’ll tell you now, if this is decided on, I am not ready to rush into this. I have to move on and protect myself at the same time. Can those terms work for you?”
“Yes.” He says definitively.
The Shadow slips out the door and into the night with promise of a lunch and dinner meeting to cover all of the extensive scenarios, boundaries, and structures of their prospective relations.
She sat on the couch through sunset with flashes of the handsome stranger dancing behind her eyes. Her brain lively and imaginative to no end. Her turmoil between personal promises and new found life in this proposition spin her in circles until she has to physically get up and shake it off.
She spends the evening and the next morning pulling paperwork and editing documents to fit her new situation.
She pushes her plate to the side and glances through her lashes at the powerhouse of a man hunched over her kitchen island reading the end of their contract.
“You’re sure you don’t want to run this past a lawyer?” She whispers to not break the delicate silence they’ve enjoyed after their tiring back and forth when creating their contract.
“I am my lawyer… to a point.” He flashes a soft smile at her.
“How soon after we sign do we get to start?” He asks.
“Whenever we decide.” She hums picking up her pen.
“Would you be open for dinner and scene on Saturday?” He bounces his leg in anticipation.
She smiles, “Let’s keep our relationship to The Playroom, but yes, Saturday evening works.”
He nods and twirls the pen in his fingers before signing and dating. He stands and passes the contract to her and she signs and dates it as well.
“Your copy.” She mumbles dividing the carbon copy from the original.
“Saturday.” He hums as he pulls on his coat.
“You’re not going to be able to wait are you?” She jokes.
“But I will.” And with that The Shadow disappears into the night.
“Come in.” She smiles as she lets him into the house.
“Thank you.” He mumbles. Eyes tracing her lounge wear.
“Are you ready to see The Playroom?”
“Lead the way.”
She walks to the end of the hallway opening the inconspicuous door. And stands holding it open and studies his reactions.
His wide eyes scan the room. He, once again, looks boyish and almost sheepish seeing The Playroom for the first time. This is knowledge that will feel forbidden in a way.
He takes slow steps as he enters.
“Please, this room is as much yours as it is mine, make yourself at home and look around. You’ll have to excuse me for a moment, I’m going to change and get ready.”
He takes a deep breath to steady himself. His eyes trace the hardwood floors to the rug. There is a love seat, a chair and a large cushioned bench. All a rich leather. The rug leads to the bed. Large and tall. The frame has posts that go up to a canopy. There are sheets and pillows but the blanket is pulled to the end and folded over meticulously. One wall has large mirrors facing the side of the bed.
There are a few… toys… lining the walls but there are also two large bedside tables and the end of the room has a large wardrobe chest next to what he assumes is the closet. He runs his hand on the sheet of the bed.
He turns and looks at the chains on the wall. Belatedly he realizes they’re collars and leashes.
“What do you think?” She asks from the door way.
“It’s a lot.” He breathes. Turning to look at her. He feels trapped in his blush upon laying his eyes on her sexy outfit. It’s a lacy one piece that goes from a see-through halter neckline to a blacked out silhouette down to her thighs, shorts that have a line of lace at the bottom. It’s contrasting against her paler skin. She also has these nice heels that are a boot style.
He swallows and drags his eyes back to hers.
“We’re going slow, darling.” She steps into the room closing the door behind her.
“What am I supposed to do?” He asks adjusting his shirt.
“Follow my directions and enjoy yourself.” She smiles. He nods.
“Tell me what our safe words are.”
“Green for good, yellow for slow down or pause, or red for stop or to end.”
“Exactly.” She smiles approaching him, “Today, you’re not going to get fully undressed. This scene is more sensual and explorative. Do you have any requests?”
“Will you kiss me?” He whispers. Their close proximity feels fragile.
“Yes. Anything else?” She smiles and nods.
He grasps for words, “I— um…. It’s… do I get to finish?”
“Yes. Ready to start?” He nods sheepishly.
“Color?” She whispers.
“Green.” He smiles.
She takes a slow walk around him, admiring him. Being looked at in this way, under this context, makes something swirl deep in his gut.
She reaches her hands up to his shoulders and he breathes unsteadily waiting for her and wanting her.
She runs her hands down his arms and pulls him closer by his wrists. She presses her body against his and reaches back up to the nape of his neck to pull him in to a kiss.
He melts into her touches and reaches around and pulls her impossibly closer by her waist. He’s already addicted to her lips and the taste of her tongue gliding along his. He groans and lets his hands slip lower holding her rounded backend in his grasp.
“I didn’t give you permission to grope me.” She whispers against his lips.
“I’m sorry.” He chokes pulling his hands away entirely.
She pulls his chin into her hold to force eye contact with him.
“I’m sorry.” He whispers again.
“I know… take a seat.” She turns his face to the loveseat. He takes a stumbled step away and then rushes to sit on the love set.
“Thank you for the apology.” She notes before taking up space between his legs forcing him to spread them wider.
She places a knee in the only space left on the edge of the seat. He huffs instinctively grasping her thigh before pulling his hand back.
“You’re learning quickly.” She complements running her fingers through his tousled hair. It hits her that she’s never seen a single hair of his out of place before. He looks sexed out already with her lipstick smudged along his lips and his hair out of place.
“You’re going to show me how you touch yourself.”
His breath catches in his throat.
“Like…” He whimpers.
“I don’t repeat myself.” She smiles pulling her foot back to the ground and placing her hands on her hips.
He hesitates before reaching for his belt. Pausing again.
“I have a feeling this isn’t how you normally do it.” She chides
“Right.” He hums. He fumbles with his belt and undoing his pants pulling them and his underwear down to sit around his thighs.
“I’ve never been the only one… like…” he whispers as he takes himself in his hand.
He’s embarrassingly hard already. She stares so openly at him. It makes his hips thrust into his grip and the bead of precum on his tip begins its descent down his shaft.
“You had four long days to imagine this moment. What came to mind? Describe your fantasies.”
He has to squeeze himself to keep his composure. His cock throbs at the request.
“Um…” he swallows reaching a thumb up to swipe against his leaking tip. It only serves to make him more brainless.
“Not this.” He huffs a laugh.
“Color?” She whispers.
“Green.” He whispers back.
“Stroke yourself and tell me what you thought of.” She takes another step back and his eyes find hers again before drifting. He takes a slow tug of himself before his thoughts gather.
“I liked the idea of you being dressed,” his hips chase his hand with a mind of their own, “and me being… bare. Exposed.” He shudders as his fist works over himself. He’s leaking so much. She’s captured by the sight. His cock glistening from his own fluid being dragged from tip to base.
She traces his flexing body, his composure is struggling under his own undoing. It’s so… raw.
He swallows leaning his head back on the coach. His pink tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip through his heavy breaths. She can tell he’s trying to quiet himself. He’ll learn she loves a vocal man in bed.
“I— I was thinking you’d put me on my knees.” His legs splay ever slightly wider then cave in on him in such an uncontrollable and lewd way.
“You would look so good on your knees wouldn’t you?” His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip as his other hand grips between where his fingers dip down between his thighs and his thumb finds refuge in the crease of his hip. His strokes are becoming needier. She likes that he looks messy and rushed.
“I thought about your small waist in my hands.” The air seems to escape him as this thought hits him, “About… exploring as much of you as you would allow with my hands,” he lets out a breathy groan teasing his grasp around the lip of his tip before continuing it’s previous ministrations, “and… mouth. How good I could… make you feel.”
“Size difference, body worship, and praise. Noted.” She whispers watching the handsome, powerful, stoic, man crumble at his own hand with images of her behind his fluttering eye lids. It’s invigorating how much he’s melting under her gaze and how obsessed he seems with just the idea of what she’ll do to him.
“Can… can I cum?” He whines as his huffing breaths shake his upper body. One leg stretches itself to lockout and he has this slight shiver running through him.
“Already? I haven’t even touched you in your fantasy yet.” He groans. The parallel between his fantasy and reality is a thought too heavy for him to comprehend in this way. He somehow becomes more conscious of the fact that he’s doing what he’s doing and she’s just watching.
It draws a stuttered groan from his lips.
“You… I wasn’t sure how you would.” He pulls his other hand up to run along his happy trail and then provides support at the base of this cock.
“I liked the idea of it being a mystery.” His words are slurring and his panting is making them feel uncomfortable to say.
“I considered having to get off anyway you’d ask of me. Using objects or your hands...” his legs flex again and his hips begin thrusting ever so slightly to meet the pump of his fist.
“Your mouth. God.” He groans dropping his head to his chest.
“I thought about what it’d finally feel like to…” his voice and body quiver, “have you around me. Please... please….” He moans.
“And you already know how to beg. I’m very impressed with your performance. Cum for me sweet thing.”
His chest flutters with his breathy moans as his eyes squeeze tightly shut. His little “agh ah”s fill the otherwise silent room. His body is wreaked with a shiver. His stomach flexes and his dick, which looks angry, finally sputters out his release.
The wet squelch of his release joining his fist’s abuse to his member swirls around the couple. He uses his hand to keep pumping himself through the after shocks and drops his other to fondle his balls. His hips chase his hand before they decide to recede back into the love seat.
He pants and releases his grips. He places his soiled hand palm up on his thigh. He looks pornographic in his blissed-out state.
His gorgeous locks now splay around his head. Some sticking to the sheen of sweat covering him, some in directions that make him look messy . He was so attractive put together, but messy is another level.
She tracks the red flush that has taken over his face and neck, it waterfalls down his chest as well. He, for the first time in a while, blinks his eyes open. The crystal blue is now muted and shining behind the accumulation of tears.
“Such a large load. How long have you been waiting?” She muses as she glides her thumb from his tip down his shaft collecting what resides there.
He whines, “oh please. Agh. It’s too much.” He writhes against the seat under her touch. Not pushing her away but his body seeks to get away.
She brings her thumb between his lips and he groans as he encloses the taste of himself in his mouth. His eyes fluttering shut as a groan escapes him.
She pulls it out rubbing the tip of her thumb along his bottom lip before cradling the side of his face in her palm. His heavy breaths move his shoulders with each intake and release. He melts into the affection.
“Answer my question.” She whispers placing a soft peck to his lips, lingering just far enough the warmth radiating from his lips still touches hers. When he’ll answer, they will brush.
“I… I wasn’t listening. I’m sorry.” He whispers his admission.
“How long have you waited for release?” She hums.
“Too long.” He huffs shifting forward to get another kiss. She lets him get lost in her gentle embrace.
She traces fingers through his hair and along the nape of his neck. His thighs constrict around the band of his pants to make room to pull her closer.
“Let me clean you up.” She whispers. She leans to the side grabbing a cloth. She cleanses his hand and then runs it over the most sensitive part of him. Apologizing under her breath as he shudders.
She pulls him to stand and helps him strip off his soiled clothes. Gentle hands and hushed words work him into the bed and cover them in the blanket.
The light is dimmed as she pulls him into a warm embrace.
“I know. It’s okay. I’m right here.” Soft words of encouragement spill from her lips and they make the rock in his chest lighter. He belatedly recognizes he’s crying.
“What’s happening?” He whispers worriedly.
“Sometimes, these activities take you to something called a headspace. Leaving a headspace can sometimes feel like a crash. You haven’t transitioned smoothly and that’s my fault for not recognizing you had drifted off. I’m sorry.” She mumbles against him and kisses the top of his head.
He feels better with the vibrations from her voice against his cheek and the sound of her heartbeat in his ear.
“Good morning.” She whispers. His eyes flutter to see her.
“Mmm” the noise scratches from his throat.
“That good, huh?” She giggles running her fingers through his hair and her nails gently down his shoulder.
“Better.” He whispers taking a deep breath in and pulling his head from his pillow.
“Good.” She smiles and accepts the peck he places on her lips.
“So. How long is this part allowed to be?” He rasps.
“Aftercare is always as long as we need it to be.” She tucks a hair behind his ear, “do you need anything specifically from me?”
“Where’s your shower?” He whispers against her skin placing a small peck on her shoulder.
“Through that door.” She pulls him into one more cherishing kiss, “Once we leave The Playroom, we go back to who we are to the world, understand?”
He nods and sighs.
“When can we do this again?” He whispers. Pulling her into an embrace.
“I think you should take a day or two to really think through all we’ve done and all we plan to do before we retouch this.” Her fingertips gently trace his bare shoulder and back.
“24 hours max.” He chuckles.
“Okay. I’ll see you Monday then.”
He checks his watch, “See you Monday.”
With a last kiss and brush of skin on skin, El Sombra exits The Playroom.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Somehow, his 4 day wait until Saturday felt like nothing compared to the agony of waiting until Monday.
“Hi.” She smiles as she opens the door.
“Hey.” He mumbles. He places his shoes, keys and wallet by the door. He follows on her heels too excited already to enter The Playroom. He can’t help himself but to indulge in absorbing her attire for this evening. She answered the door ready this time.
Her waist is cinched in a corset-like top. Her shorts barely cover the round of her ass and he’s mesmerized by the bounce as they walk. She’s also adorned with fishnet stockings, it really pulls the look together. Her heels make her legs look amazing. He got a flash of her chest when she greeted him and he’s giddy to see it again. Unlike the all black attire previously, this one is a deep red.
“How was your wait?” She asks abruptly turning around to face him. He forced himself to not stare at her boobs.
“Miserable.” He chuckles. She hums with a small smirk on her lips. She feels “all-knowing” and he supposes she is in a way. She gracefully side steps around him to close them into The Playroom.
“So… what did you come up with?” She asks teasingly.
“I only relived what you gave me. I couldn’t muster enough control to imagine what today would bring.” It’s not entirely truthful, but they’d never begin if he had to disclose each and every avenue his brain had led him. She seems to know this by the look in her eye.
“Today’s scene will explore a few aspects you highlighted in our previous session and something new. Do you have any requests?”
“Will you kiss me?” The redundancy of this question falls humorously on both of them. It helps break him into who he wants to be in here. Today’s session takes place much closer to the time he spends being El Sombra.
“Yes.” She giggles, “Anything else?”
“No,” he shakes his head, “I fully trust you’ll take good care of me.” He whispers softly, fragilely. She has a pang in her chest since it feels so real, so venerable. She’s slightly aware of his reputation and this particular scenario doesn’t seem to fit into that anywhere, but she assumes that’s why he needs her, and why he needed such thorough documentation. I mean, he won’t even say her name. He won’t add her phone number to his phone. His only promise of return of any kind is when he asks. It’s so… unique. Feels almost forbidden until he’s standing here with his puppy dog eyes and shallow breaths so subtly showing off his nerves.
“Of course I will. What are our safe words?”
He completes his check-in much like the time before. When she compliments his knowledge he blushes, embarrassed he’s already chubbing up before they’ve truly even started.
She places a chaste kiss on his lips. He breaths heavily into it wanting more already.
“Please.” He whispers as she pulls away.
“Do you even know what it is you’re begging for?” She muses. He smiles and blushes under her steadiness. He feels so out of control already.
“Whatever you want to give me, I want it.” He admits.
“It’s admirable how quickly you want to learn my rules.” She smiles and he feels weak in the knees from the compliment. He’s sure he is red in the face.
“Get undressed.” She orders and he doesn’t hesitate this time. He pulls his top over his head, dropping it to the floor. He quickly undoes his belt and pants shucking them off quickly and stepping out of them. He pulls his underwear and socks off adding them to the pile.
“Usually, guests like to keep a space that isn’t theirs to the standard it was before they entered. Place your clothes in the closet.” She nods to the closet doors at the end of the room.
He stumbles over himself picking up each item and carrying them over to the closet. He drops a sock and has to gather it back up again before he gets there. She can’t help but smile knowing this is a side of him that doesn’t exist to anyone but her.
When he opens the door there is a simple stack of 4 cubbies and then everything else in the closet is her outfits. He has to force himself to focus at the task on hand.
His instinct was to just shove them in one of the cubbies and call it a day, but he so desperately wants to please her that he takes the time to fold his top and pants and placing his underwear and socks neatly on top of them.
He closes the closet and turns around to face her. She has since moved to take a seat on the padded bench. His exposed skin becomes covered in goosebumps. Something stirs in his gut looking to her, while he’s so needy, and she’s admiring her nails.
“Come kneel before me.” The words barely register as he rushes to follow the order.
He slinks down to his knees a little harshly, the sound of the impact of them with the floor is quite loud in the little bubble they’ve created.
“I was right.” She says smugly, running a gentle hand through his hair to disarray the strands.
“You look so damn good on your knees.” He smiles and has to catch his breath at the compliment. She uses her heel to nudge his knees apart. He obeys wordlessly and sinks further into the position. Resting behind on his feet, he places his palms on his thighs for support.
She leans forward, pulling his face into her grasp, before roughly colliding their lips together.
The heated make out makes him borderline pant into her mouth. She’s amazed how quickly he becomes a mess from her ministrations. His chocked down moans slip through as they explore each other’s mouths.
He easily follows her movements and lets her take control. It’s positively addicting how easy it is to rile him up. She feels so seductive and sexy. She lets one hand wander into his hair and play with the strands. The other begins to gently glide into uncharted territory down his chest.
He practically whines as she brushes past a nipple.
“Now that’s interesting.” She whispers into his mouth and he chokes on his breath as she gently glides her fingers across both.
She has to sit back to admire the pornographic reactions he wears at the new game she’s found.
It’s invigorating having someone this… this powerful, handsome, dominating, being her little plaything. Ready for whatever she’s willing to give.
His cock jumps between his thighs and the sight makes her press her legs together.
“What to do with you.” She whispers before bringing their lips back together. He sits so patiently taking openly whatever she’ll give him. His body revealing his level of desperation without his permission. He sits on his knees with his hands on his thighs anyway.
She pulls back to watch him try to catch his breath. His spit-slicked and lipstick-stained lips glimmer in the ambient lightning. His cock jumps again as his eyes, trained on hers, watch her unabashedly take in his body.
She smiles slightly, and before he can question it, her heel slips between his legs nudging his groin.
“Fuck.” He pants, his hips press into it with a mind of their own.
“I love how wet you get.” She muses leaning forward to tap the bead of precum residing on his tip. He sucks in a breath at the gentle brush.
“Please.” He begs so quietly, it seems as if he didn’t know he did it. His hands kneed his thighs to hold himself together.
She quickly withdrawals her heel and stands before him. He leans back to accommodate the angle to keep their precious eye contact.
She glides around him so gracefully. He cranes his neck to watch her dip around the room. His need to obey overrides his need to see her and he drops his head back to stare at the floor between his legs.
He blushes at his desperate manhood begging for pleasure between his legs.
She pops back into the spot she had once taken up in front of him and drops a pillow down onto him.
“Time for the new thing.” She muses as she takes a seat once again getting comfortable on the padded bench.
He waits impatiently for her next instruction.
She maneuvers the pillow with her heel, pressing it between his legs. He reaches out to steady himself on the bench. His arms flex as he tries to see if he broke a rule.
She doesn’t reprimand him for it, however.
“Fuck your pillow.” She whispers. His body shivers and his breath is punched out of him at his first thrust of his hips.
“Fuck.” He breaths as he thrusts again, then again.
Her gaze never waivers as he begins to fall apart humping his pillow.
The dribble of precum his cock had been collecting during the build up, wets the fabric of the pillow case. The glide of his cock against it is invigorating. It edges on too much and that makes it feel like it’s not enough.
He groans as his hips stutter and his body flexes.
She pulls her foot away and he almost cries out at the loss of friction. His hips chase it desperately.
“Lay on your back.” He shakes his head to regain enough composure to follow the directive.
He places his hands behind him on the ground leaning to pull his legs out from under him. He leans back and splays out on her rug.
She grabs the pillow plopping it between his legs.
“Keep going.” She hums.
He pulls his knees up and grasps the pillow between his hands before fucking up into it. His legs bow to the sides and he throws his head back with panted moans.
She could drool at the sight. It’s incredibly beautiful watching him bend and break under her will.
His hips stutter and his hands begin to shake as he fucks harshly into his pillow.
His tongue darts out to his lips before they part once again around hushed moans.
His moans become whines as he chases his finish.
“Please. Please.” He begs not so innocently.
“Usually a beg includes a request.” She muses.
“Can I change positions. Please.” His chest rises and falls with abandon.
“If you do something for me.” She smiles.
He whips his head from the floor awaiting the order. She shivers at how sexed-out he looks like this. His hair disheveled around his face. Sweat starting to accumulate. His legs have a slight shake as he presses his pillow onto his thrusts. His mouth agape and eyes hooded as he waits, ever patient.
“Go get me a toy from that drawer.” She points and he groans as he drops the pillow practically crawling to the drawer.
“Which one?” He breaths as he looks inside. There are several and he’s not entirely sure what they are.
“Pick.”
He grabs the first one he saw and comes back to hand it to her.
She slips it into the bottoms of her lingerie. He realizes belatedly that it’s a vibrator as it buzzes to life.
“You have to wait for me to finish, but you can change positions.” He curses himself for grabbing the smallest one. He assumes it only fits just between her lips to give her enough stimulation.
He grabs the pillow placing it on the floor in front of him and sinks himself to be lying over it. He groans as he begins to fuck into it once again. He lays the side of his face against the ground so he can watch her. His hands holding the pillow steady. She likes the vantage point of looking from head to toe, like reading a book.
Her eyes trace his body and actively watch his every move. He whines at the implications. It had not yet dawned on him how much he is doing and how little she is.
“God. You look like a dog.” She moans tilting her hips forward to press the small vibrator right where she wants it.
A moan rips from his chest at the mocking name. He has to stall his movements to not finish from that alone.
“Awe. You like being my little dog, don’t you? My precious dumb puppy, only good at getting himself off?”
“Fuck. Please. Please.” He whines as he humps his pillow.
“You put on such a good show. I could watch you hump your pillow for hours. Just a dumb little puppy not able to control himself.”
He moans loudly stuttering into the pillow.
“Fuck. Oh no. Oh fuck.” He whines curling in on himself.
“I’m sorry.” He whines out as he sits up wobbly looking at the mess he left in the pillow.
“Come here.” She barks and he quickly stumbles to kneel before her. She pulls him close, hoisting him up on to kneel tall and holds his hips between her thighs.
She drops both hands to surround his sensitive cock and uses one to stroke him and one to abuse his head.
“Fuck. Fuck. Please. Ah. Ah. It’s. Agh. It’s too much. Please” his body trembles as he fights to pull away.
“Sit here and take your punishment like a good little mutt.” She huffs as she becomes harsher with her ministrations.
He practically cries out at the overstimulation before he collapses against her, not able to hold himself up any longer.
“Color?” She whispers against his ear.
“Agh. Green. Please. I’m good. I can be good. Please. Ah ah ah ah. Fuck.”
His body fights the need to be good. With each time his hips try to pull away, he forces himself back into her hands.
She moans into his ear and with draws her hands away. He shakes as she wraps her hands around his body and holds him close to her.
The buzzing comes to a halt and he hates how without it the room is filled with his harsh breathing. He can hear his own heart pounding in his ears. He feels almost… alone.
Until, “you did such a good job. Took your punishment so well.” She whispers in his ear and she messages his body. Her words pull him from the haze and it makes him panic.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He babbles.
“Hey. Hey.” She cups his face in her hands and hoists his head up to look at her. He can’t help but to melt into her.
“You’ve already been punished. That means you’ve also already been forgiven. And you did such a good job. I’m so proud of you.” He nods hazily.
She kisses him gently and holds him until he’s ready to move. Time moves differently for him as he slowly tries to find his way to the surface. Nonetheless she holds him and loves on him.
“Can… can we shower?” He whispers.
“Yeah. Come on.” She helps him to his feet. His legs shake slightly and she gives him time to adjust. They walk, arms wrapped around each other, to the bathroom.
There is a stand alone tub and a walk-in shower for two. Her house from the outside doesn’t seem like one that would accommodate such a large and modern bathroom. There’s also a his and hers sink and built-in storage.
She starts the bath water and he almost tells her he’d rather they shower together. He pauses though and instead decides to just accept whatever she’ll give him. He can’t quite explain it, but he knows it’s too much energy.
She gathers a towel, a rag, and some bath soap. She guides him wordlessly from the counter he was using as leverage to the bath tub. He takes a seat and looks up at her.
She dips the rag in and uses it to squeeze water onto the areas of him that aren’t touching it.
She stops the water as it sits above his waist and begins to add soap to the rag. He dips his fingers just to the surface and traces them around in a circle. She hums sweetly as she washes him clean.
He breathes deeply as she runs her hands along his body. He realizes that he finds speaking to be difficult at the moment and instead opts to relax into the warm embrace of the water and the relaxing swipe of her cleaning hands.
“You look so peaceful once you finish.” She whispers carefully.
He makes an approving nod in his chin and lets his eyes slip shut.
“When you arrive, it’s quite the process for you to… ‘flip your switch’ into what we do, isn’t it?” She asks delicately. Delicately is how he’d describe the entire situation.
It takes him some time to register his reply. He makes the same confirmation nod again.
She finishes her rinsing quietly and begins to drain the tub. She helps him to his feet and wraps him in his towel. He feels almost immature in a way as she had wrapped the towel around him much like a mother would to her bathed child.
He smiles at her and she smiles back.
“You’re coming back to me. There he is.” She teases, but it’s still gentle.
“Thank you.” He finally musters after a moment of silence.
“You’re welcome and thank you.” She smiles. They meander back into The Playroom and take up their spots in bed.
She tucks them in and dims the lights. This part is different this time. He didn’t feel this massive, unstable influx of emotions to a harsh crash. This time he gently floated away and she led him back.
He takes a deep breath, pulling the smell of them in. She’s so soft. Her skin, her smile, the pecked kisses to his hairline, the swipe of fingertips where they lay from their embrace. He likes soft.
“I really liked this.” He smiles.
“I’m so glad.” She smiles back.
They lazy up in each other’s arms sharing brief conversation and fleeting kisses as they doze off.
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She wakes up to being wrapped into a warm embrace.
“Good morning, how do you feel?” She whispers turning in his arms so they lay chest to chest.
“Heavenly” his smile reaches his eyes and he leans forward to place a short sweet kiss on her lips.
“Good. I’m glad.” She whispers into his neck cuddling into him.
“Can we do this more often? Every night? Tonight?”
“Eager as ever, aren’t you?” He laughs gently running his finger tips along her arms rising goosebumps to the surface behind them.
“Yes. I’m… addicted.”
She laughs and leaves a peck to his neck.
“What are you thinking for tonight?” She whispers. She knows he makes eye contact with the collars and leashes hanging from the wall, it’s where his eyes always wonder. Up until last night, she wasn’t sure if it was in admiration or intimidation.
“Maybe…” She can almost hear him think, but lets him take his time nonetheless, “you could tie me up.” She releases a deep breath against his skin and she shivers slightly, unconsciously.
“I have some ideas.” She smiles and he releases a sigh of relief.
“Whatever you think is best.” The trust is unspoken, but still so prominent in that statement.
“Come shortly after dinner, it may be a bit longer than what we’ve done so far.” He smiles and brings her lips to his with a tilt of her head.
“Can’t wait.” He breathes before pulling himself from bed and disappearing into the day.
She takes the time to clean up their shenanigans from the night before and prep the room for the evening ahead of them. With his need to financially provide and her freelance life-style, she’s able to be flexible with her days.
She cooks for herself, spends a few hours reading a book, scrolls on her phone before cooking an early dinner/late lunch, and lounges around a bit more before slipping into The Playroom to get ready for the evening.
This time, she has laid out the items they’ll be using on the bed. She so desperately wants to see his raw and unfiltered reaction. She hopes her observations and hypothesis about his sexual interests pay off.
As night falls, excitement begins to bubble under the surface.
This is the part he never truly sees. That he makes her giddy. She is lustful and excited just as he is. He comes to hand her the reins and to release control, but she gets the control and it’s so sweet.
She thinks of him even when she’s not trying to. There’s something so incapsulating about him.
She’s a secret, a well-hidden one in fact. He’s so sweet and sensitive in here, with her. She gets to have him in a way, truly, no one else on the planet has ever seen him, maybe even as far as to say imagined him.
It’s thrilling. Being with him is… unlike anything… anyone else.
Twilight turns black.
The stars and moon appear.
The clock ticks.
Her excitement builds.
Her heart pounds in her chest.
Her nerves start to eat away at her.
She jumps at a car door shutting.
She fumes as the time keeps slipping away and her man is no where to be seen.
Excitement turned to rage.
Rage turned to resentment.
Resentment turned to fear.
Fear turned to sorrow.
Sorrow turned to sleep.
Sleep became morning.
Morning turned to rage.
Rage turned to resentment.
Resentment turned to fear.
Fear turned to hope.
Hope turned to disappointment.
Disappointment turned to sleep.
Sleep became morning.
Fuck.
Fuck him. Fuck.
Where is he?
Damn him.
What happened?
I’m so over this.
Please walk through the door.
Fuck.
She sighs tipping her pan and scraping out the extra pasta into a Tupperware bowl.
She’s… stressed.
She spent some of her day today working on something new. This job wasn’t as good at holding her attention or being a distraction as she thought it would be.
She can’t motivate herself to change the sweatshirt she got sauce on or to brush her unkept hair that is now not only knotted, but knotted and in a bun.
The knocks she had been awaiting cut through the silence.
She pauses and eyes the door. She thought the knocks would bring relief when they finally happen, but now that it has a pit in her stomach fills with dread.
She places the bowl in the fridge and approaches the door looking through the peephole.
It’s him.
She quickly unlocks the door and opens it.
“I’m so sorry.” He breaths and she takes a long look at him.
He has a slight split on his lip, which could’ve been from the chill and dry weather had she not also noticed the bruising on his knuckles as he holds a bouquet of flowers.
She eyes him and he worries his lip between his teeth before remembering the cut and letting it go.
“Where were you?” She whispers.
“Please, can I come in?”
She opens the door enough to let him in and he cautiously enters.
“Can I just start with, I had full intentions of coming here last… that night. It wasn’t an easy decision not to.”
“Where were you?” She asks again.
He sighs and places the flowers on the counter. He turns to give her his full attention. He adjusts his coat while gathering his thoughts.
“When I left here, I got a call. I attended to that call and it opened up quite the can of worms. I spent the last few days tying up loose ends and had to travel to do so.”
“I—“ she swallows to keep her emotions under control.
“I don’t think I can do this. I can’t anxiously wait for you to appear. To never know if… if you’ll even be back.” Her lip trembles and she curses herself for looking so weak in front of him.
“I understand. I’m so sorry. It was unfair of me to ask that of you.”
“Yeah it was.” She interrupts.
He nods. He looks like a puppy who’s been caught eating the garbage.
“I agree.” He runs his hands through his hair.
”I thought by limiting our contact to only in-person, I was protecting you from… me, but it didn’t. My… work… still interrupted your life and that was never my intentions.”
“So what now?”
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a flip phone. A burner. He holds it out and waits for her to take it. She hesitates but grabs it.
“It will only allow for contact between us. I still need it to be as limited as possible.”
“And you’re okay?” She asks squeezing the phone in her hand. The scenarios she had made up in her mind about where he was, what could be happening to him…
“I’m okay.” He nods rubbing the back of his neck,
“I missed you. I feel guilty as all hell. I’m… I’m regretful and I just hope you can forgive me…”
“You should be. Thank you for the apology and the solution.” She references the phone.
They stand in silence for a moment more. He twists his hands together and holds his gaze to her feet.
“Do you want me to leave?” He finally whispers breaking their silence.
“Do you need to?” She asks.
“I need you. I—“ his voice breaks and he clenches his jaw, “I need this so bad.” He anxiously clenches his hands together.
“Come here.” She pulls his arms around her and he all but collapses into her hold.
He kisses her forehead and whispers a “thank you.” She squeezes her arms around him in response.
He takes a few shaky breaths and she just holds on. She’s not sure, exactly, what he does for ‘work’ and she isn’t sure what happened in their time away, but she supposes, at least I can control this. Us.
“Go to The Playroom and let me get ready. Okay?” She whispers and kisses his cheek.
“Okay.” He whispers and pulls himself together. He makes his way down the hall. As his footsteps disappear, she heads to her bathroom to get ready.
“Ready?” She asks from the doorway.
“Yes.” He smiles as he turns to her. He already looks far more relaxed than he did in the entryway.
“Safe words?” She asks.
“Green is go, yellow is pause, red is stop.”
“Correct. Are you still interested in bondage?” She asks. He seems to loose his breath at the question.
“Yes.” He breathes.
“Any requests?” She asks.
He smiles considering asking his reoccurring question, “Yes, I’ll kiss you.” She beats him to it.
“I’m ready.” He nods.
“Get undressed and get on the bed,” she orders.
She makes her way around the room pulling out the items she had put away angrily the morning she woke up without him.
She makes a few adjustments to their original scene as their circumstances are different now. She decides he’ll need a punishment before she’s going to let him experience what she had planned for them.
He takes his clothes off and folds them, placing them in his cubby.
She brings the items to the bedside table and he climbs to sit in the center of the bed.
She trails her eyes along his body. She pauses at the several bruises of different coloring. One in particular on his abdomen is a shape that makes her heart drop.
She reaches out and glides her touch over it. He doesn’t flench away, but the guilt is coming back to his features.
She recollects herself and decides to move on to the night she had planned for them.
“I have something for you.” She says and pulls a box onto the bed sitting across from him.
“For me?” He asks as it’s offered to him. He gently opens it and examines the shimmering jewelry.
“Do you know what it is?” She asks.
“It’s a necklace. A chain.” He has a slight blush creeping on to his cheeks as he admires it.
“It’s a collar.” She can’t help but smile at the surprise that takes over his features.
“It looks like jewelry so you can wear it at all times, but it means you belong to me.” He shivers and looks up from the gift to look her in the eyes.
“I would put this on you, lock it on, and you would put the key on me.” She watches his reaction very carefully.
He reaches out and runs the tip of his fingers across it before making eye contact again.
“You would own me.” He breathes.
“You’d want me to.” She nods.
“Yes. Please, Yes.” He whispers as a smile lights up his face.
She smiles and places the box on the bed. She pulls the chain and lock from the box. He shivers as the cold chain is draped around his shoulders and left to hang across his collarbones.
“Read it.” She says as she holds the lock up for him to see it.
“Property.” He breathes.
“Like it?” She asks.
“So much.” He confirms.
She loops the metal of the lock through the last chain links and locks the chain shut with the engraving against his skin.
She runs her fingers along it. It looks good on him. It should, it was extremely expensive.
He looks down at it and smiles.
He reaches into the box and pulls out a delicate necklace with the key chained to it. He can’t help but think it’s perfect for her.
“Can I?” He asks.
She smiles and pulls her hair up. He fumbles with the clasp, but eventually gets it. He delicately adjusts it to sit center on her sternum.
“I don’t deserve this.” He whispers bringing his hand up to thumb at the lock. The way his face conveys his every emotion is one of her favorite things about him. She can see that he is still beating himself up about his disappearance.
“I decide what you deserve. You’ll get your punishment for lying.” She clarifies and he sheepishly nods.
She pulls herself from the bed, “Sit back against the headboard.”
He lifts himself scooting back until he can lean on it.
She runs a thumb on the side of his face on his cheekbone before the back of her fingers trace down his neck. Her palm runs along his arm, wrapping her fingers around his wrist. She pulls it toward the side of the bed and clips him into a fabric cuff.
“Okay?” She asks testing it.
“Fine.” He smiles clenching and unclenching his fist.
She makes her way around the bed, loving how he can’t help but follow her every movement with pleading eyes.
She cuffs that hand as well.
She makes her way back around the bed and grabs the lube from the bedside table and climbs onto the bed to sits between his legs.
“Hi.” She smiles as she situates herself so her thighs lay over his.
“Hey.” He mumbles struggling with his arousal. He’s flushed and his manhood is all too obvious about how turned on he is. It sits happy between his thighs that are pinned to the bed with her weight.
She places a pea size of lube onto the palm of her hand and almost giggles as he flenches with the sound of the bottle opening and closing.
“You owe me 3 orgasms.” She muses before dipping her fist around his cock.
“Oh god.” He flexes under her and his mouth drops open as he gasps as her tight grip consumes his length. His breath catches in his throat at the chill of the lube being slid down his shaft.
“Your punishment is how you earn forgiveness.” She reminds him as he had previously still felt remorseful even after receiving his punishment during their last scene.
“I’m sorry.” He whines as pulls on the cuffs.
“I know you are. I appreciate and accept your apology.”
He sucks in a breath as she finally moves her fist along his length.
“Oh.” He groans and stretches out his legs.
“Do you feel good, baby?” She hums.
“Yes. God, Yeah.” He huffs as his head lulls back exposing his throat to her. She admires the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallows thickly around his pleasure.
“I’ve wanted you to t-touch me for so long.” He huffs.
He grunts quietly as she speeds up her pace. Every few thrusts she gives extra attention to his sensitive head.
“You’re going to be such a good boy for me aren’t you?” She asks.
He nods and tests his cuffs again.
“Yeah,” she teases, “t
he first one will feel like fun. The second… you’ll realize why this is a punishment.”
He breathes shakily and she runs her other hand along his flexing stomach up to his chest.
“Fuck.” He breathes as she treads his collar through her fingers making it a tight fit.
“I’ll never get bored of watching you experience pleasure.” She hums before releasing his chain.
He pants and moans as her abrasive hand continues its ministrations on his cock.
“Did you miss me?” She asks. He flexes his legs slightly moving her posture.
“Yes. So much. It was so distracting. I— I could see you when I closed my eyes. I was consumed by wanting what you had waiting for me.” He whines and mumbles.
“Aw. Sweet thing.” She mocks as she focuses primarily on his head, dropping her other hand to fondle his balls.
She is almost proud of the wet sounds of her fist reverberating off the walls around them.
His moans like a prayer just for her.
It’s… invigorating seeing such a powerful, strong, handsome, wealthy man crumble under the touch of
herself.
It’s almost difficult to decide what to watch. He always puts on such a great show.
“Please can I cum?” He whispers.
“Already? We just started having fun. Was it the collar? Obsessed with being owned already?”
“Fuck. Ah. Ugh.” He whines at her words.
He rolls his head forward and pulls on the restraints wanting nothing more than to reach out and touch her.
“God. Please. I need to cum.” He whines.
“I love my pathetic little puppy. Don’t worry sweet thing, I’ll train you to last longer.”
His hips spasm wanting to give in. He moans and throws his head back as his thrusts start to meet her grasp.
”Aw… sweet sweet puppy. You’re so hard aren’t you? Needed some pampering after missing me? Did you hump your pillow thinking about how I’d feel around you? Cum for me little mutt.” She mocks and speeds up her fist. He groans into his orgasm as the words sink in.
“Thank you. T-thank you.” He shudders as his release encapsulates her fist.
His pleasure sharply flows to pain as she doesn’t hesitate to keep going.
“Wait. Ah.” He cries pulling on the handcuffs. He tries to twist his body away from the onslaught of her touch but can’t get away.
“Ugh. Please. Please.” He whines.
“2 more, darling. That’s the price to pay.”
“No. Please. I’ll be good. I can be good for you. Fuck.” He whines and his body jumps and contorts under the overstimulation.
“Let’s see how long it’ll take to get you to cum again. Hmm?” She almost wants to laugh. Mock his misery.
She had to rock forward and really sit on him to get him to still.
“Fuck. God.” He groans and whimpers under the painful pleasure.
“I thought you were going to be good for me?” She mocks.
“Please. I am.” He whines.
He babbles as she speeds up against him.
His legs shake under her weight. His pants and whines fill the room around them.
She rocks her hips against his thigh seeking relief from watching him. He’s so… pornographic.
His dick is red and angry. His cum added to the lube makes the glide of her hand on him even easier.
His body is wreaked with stimulation and she admires how his chest rises and falls with the pump of the tight ring of her fingers around him.
His gorgeous lips leak such profanity, maybe they should train that out of him, too.
It’s fascinating seeing the moment he starts to enjoy the overstimulation and begins his approach to his second orgasm.
“Fuck. Ah.” He whines and starts to push his hips into her hand instead of seeking to get away.
“Oh now you like it?” She muses as she also starts to lightly trace back and forth over his nipple.
“God. Please. Please.” He begs and begins thrusting to meet her strokes.
“You have no idea how amazing it is to watch you like this.” She admits and he groans dropping his chin to his chest.
She traces her fingers up to the back of his neck catching the chain on her thumb and pulling just enough to apply pressure to his throat.
“I’m… please… I need to cum.” He whines.
“Cum for me sweet thing.” She whispers and he shakes under her touch.
He pants and his stomach flexes several times but eventually his cock gives a pathetic little spurt of cum.
“Aw… all strung out already?” She whispers.
“Fuck. Wait. Ah!” He groans painfully.
Tears spring to his eyes as she grasps the back of his head with a handful of hair to make him look at her.
“S-stop. Stop.” He whimpers.
“Color?” She asks.
“Y-yellow.” She releases her grasps and wipes the contaminants on the sheets before taking his head in her hands.
“Sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He begins to plead.
“No. Baby, it’s okay. Look at me.” She holds him close and gently rubs his back.
“I— I couldn’t do it.” He whispers.
“It’s okay. It’s okay,” she comforts, “I’m so proud of you. You did such a good job.”
She reaches one hand out to fumble with the clasp on the cuff. She holds him close to her with the other.
When she gets it she grabs his wrist and pulls his arm up around her.
“You took your punishment well. We’re all done. I promise.” She shushes his panicked breathing.
He seems to calm down now that he can touch her and she switches arms to get his other one free.
They just hold one another and she gently rocks them back and forth for some time.
“I’m sorry.” He whispers anyway.
“It was too much and I am so beyond proud that you colored when you needed it.” She smiles and runs her hands through his hair and along his shoulders.
“I just needed to be let out. I can finish the punishment. Please touch me.”
“I’m not comfortable finishing the scene. I think stopping it here is perfect. Okay?” She smiles and rubs a thumb across his cheekbone.
“Okay…” he nods.
“Okay.” She says into a kiss he gladly accepts.
“Do you want to finish?” He asks.
She cocks an eyebrow at him.
“I’m just asking.” He laughs.
“Next time.” She whispers kissing him again.
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She rubs her eyes and rolls over to see him enter the room with a tray. She admires the way the light through the drapes highlights him as he walks through it.
The smell of the food from the tray wafts to her nose and helps wake her up. She smiles before realizing that he left to make food…
“You left the room?” She whispers.
“I—“ he looks down to the tray then keeps approaching the bed and places it in front of her on the bed.
“I made breakfast.” He finally says.
She gives him a look.
“Okay. Look. I know. Okay? I do know I’m not supposed to and I know that you… my punishment was my forgiveness, but I… I can’t forgive myself for what happened yet. I need to do this for you. I need to make amends.” He tries to explain stumbling over his words. He plays with his hands and pulls his lip between his teeth as he waits for her reaction.
“Okay.” She whispers and he nods. They sit in silence for a moment.
“Do we need to reassess our contract?” She asks as he slips into bed beside her, trying his best to not disturb their meal.
“No?” He says unsure.
She gives him another look. She leans over and kisses his exposed shoulder. It crosses her mind that a) he’s never done this before and b) she needs to guide him through these emotions.
“I think we might.” She whispers pulling a plate from the tray into her lap.
“I’m really trying to follow the rules. I’m sorry.” He breathes. She immediately jumps in to comfort him.
“I know you are. I don’t think the rules we put in place are what is needed for our partnership anymore and we would need to reassess the contract to make changes.”
“Like…”
“Like, you clearly show your… feelings… with food and it wasn’t fair to say we couldn’t do something like share meals.”
He smiles and pulls his plate into his lap. She can’t help but mirror his smile. Maybe she should’ve allowed them to have these types of moments from the beginning.
“How are you feeling?” She asks.
He pauses, “good.” He breathes.
“Tell the truth.” She encourages, suspicious of his pause.
“Bad. I feel bad. I feel horrible.” He admits. Her heart drops into her stomach at the admission.
“Was… was last night too much for you?” She asks nervously.
“No. No. No.” he jumps in, “not last night, last night was amazing. It was everything. I meant… in general… about myself.” She sighs. It was some comfort to know their relationship isn’t what’s bad, but the fact that anything is bad for him makes her worried.
She traces her fingers across the suspiciously shaped bruise she spotted on his chest last night. She had felt uncomfortable with it when she spotted it and she thinks she knows why.
“Is this what I think it is?” She asks.
He nods stiffly. She pulls her hand away and back into her lap. How is she supposed to feel about this? They didn’t explicitly state in their contract if they can or can’t speak on this. Obviously she’s not supposed to know about his “work,” but she is supposed to know about his body.
“You were shot.” She worries her bottom lip between her teeth. She breathes shallowly preparing for the answer.
“I had a vest on, but the pressure still leaves a mark.” He whispers forking his food and popping some into his mouth.
She kisses the mark before turning back to her food and eating.
They eat most of their meal in relative silence. They will definitely need to reassess contract. She’s getting nervous that they have feelings for one another that they didn’t address when they wrote it originally.
It dawns on her as they are finishing up that this is the longest he’s stayed the morning following a scene. Not that she’s complaining. It is nice sharing this time with each other. Is it because she didn’t allow moments of domesticity like this? Did he want or even need this other mornings?
Her head spins with worry about their aftercare. Did she drop the ball and he needed this but didn’t ask for it? He seems quite aware of himself in the mornings though. In fact, she never asks him to leave, he always just decides to.
Why breakfast today then? Is…
“You have to leave again don’t you?” She asks as she finally pieces the story together. He’s not just apologizing for the previous incident, he’s apologizing he has to do it again and he knew it coming here last night.
“Yes, late tonight.” He nods. He pushes his plate away from himself and seems to sink with the admission.
“Then shouldn’t you go pack?” She asks.
“If you need me to leave, I will, but I wanted to
spend a few hours with you before I had to leave again.” He admits playing with the sheets between his fingers. She’ll never not love how much of a puppy dog he is.
“How long are you supposed to be gone?” She asks realizing he’s savoring this for a reason. She doesn’t like that she misses him already.
“I’m not sure exactly, I’m hoping no more than a week.” He finally looks to her and she feels like he looks boyish again. Like he’s in trouble for stealing from the cookie jar.
“Okay.” She breathes. He sighs and leans into her. She wraps her arms around him and places a soft kiss on his temple holding his head to her chest.
“Are you wanting another scene or just aftercare?” She asks running a hand through his hair.
“You want to scene with me after…” he motions around them. She almost laughs.
“Yes. If you want to.” She nods.
He nods and takes a moment to gather his thoughts, “can we get… cleaned up first then scene?” He asks.
She smiles and moves their dishes off the bed before climbing into his lap. He smiles and gladly pulls her in. His smile reaches his eyes as she wraps her hands around his face.
They lazily kiss one another. She can’t help but smile into it. He always seems to just melt under her touch. He follows her kisses so obediently. Always receiving, always loving, always happy.
Slowly their explorative touches graze exposed skin. He shivers as she takes her nails down his spine. She can’t help but love how large his hands feel on her small waist. She rolls her body into his to excite a muffled gasp from his lips.
“Always so receptive.” She breaths against his lips pulling away and loving the way he chases her.
She holds his begging gaze for a moment before rolling off him and to the floor.
“Coming?” She asks trotting off to the bathroom hearing his stumbling steps to catch up with her.
Sensual time in bed turned to sensual time in the shower. Her fleeting touches had him stirring, but he was patient as ever.
She also tormented him a little more by having them wash their dirty dishes before heading back to the Playroom.
“So, how do you feel about the bondage we did yesterday?” She asks.
“I loved it.” He breathes smiling.
She nods and opens the closet to pull out a chair that folds open and locks in place.
“Want to try this?” She asks.
He admires the straps on the arms and legs. When he’d sit in it, he’d be pinned to keep his legs spread and his arms out to the sides. The heat rolls through his stomach and makes his cock twitch.
“Yes.” He whispers after the silence made her worry.
They do their safe words check in.
He makes his way to sit and she takes her time strapping both legs and arms into the contraption. She does allow her hands to glide gently against his skin and excite him further before they even start. With 2 straps on his thighs, ankles, wrists, and biceps he feels securely bonded in place.
“How do you feel?” She asks eyeing his happy dick sitting sweetly between his frozen manspread.
“Good.” He nods and tests the straps.
“Good. Let’s play something new.” She smiles before turning to rummage through drawers behind him.
She can practically feel him impatiently waiting. She knows he so desperately wants to see what she’s doing.
She takes her time collecting a stroker and a chastity. Even making unnecessary searches to draw out this anticipation she’s sure is eating him alive.
She places the chastity out on the side table but keeps the stroker with her. She withdraws one of her favorite vibrators placing it right where she wants it and setting it to her favorite setting.
“God.” He pants as she makes her way over to him.
“You’ve been such a good boy telling me exactly when you’re close to cumming haven’t you? If you are able to keep that up maybe there’s a treat in it for you.”
She almost giggles at how hard he is already and they haven’t really done anything yet.
She slips into his lap again laughing as his eyes drop to her chest before bouncing back to look at her.
She adds lube to the stroker. She slips her hand between them steadying his cock before slipping the stroker over his tip.
“Fuck that’s tight.” He whines and his legs flex against the bondages.
“Yeah it is.” She hums and admires the way his tip appears and disappears into the clear plastic as she slowly strokes him.
“Fuck” he pants dropping his head back against the chair’s head rest. She leans forward kissing his neck under his ear and making her way down his throat.
She’s not entirely sure what takes over her, but when she gets between his collarbones on her kissing tour she sinks her teeth into his neck.
“God. Baby, fuck!” He whines. She kisses over it several times in apology.
She’s never been one to mark her subs, but something about the fact he can’t hook up with someone else while he’s gone because she owns him, marked her territory, it’s thrilling.
“So gorgeous.” She compliments as her fingers trail up his torso.
“God. Fuck.” He gasps as she speeds up her thrusts with the stroker.
She moans from the vibrator and leans further into him.
“I need you so bad.” He whimpers and flexes in his bondage.
“What do you need, puppy? Beg for it like a good little dog.” The words have him fighting the straps to thrust his hips into the stroker.
“I want you. I want to be in you. I want to taste you. Please. I need you. I need. Fuck.” He babbles and repeats himself as he fucks the stroker as best he can with her sitting on him and the straps of the chair keeping him securely in place.
She takes her time recording his facial expression to memory. He’s already so sexed out and they’ve barely started.
“Such a good boy. Aw.” She mocks as she strokes the stroker faster. The vulgarity of the squelching filling the room is not fallen on deaf ears.
“Please. Please.” He begs. He’s getting a slight shake to his legs and she can tell he’s quickly approaching his climax.
“See darling, we’re going to do some training. You’re such a cute little dumb puppy, yes?” He nods and she can’t help but smile.
“You always cum so fast. You end our fun too quickly. So, we’re going to train you to last longer. Yes? You’re going to do such a good job and then you’ll get a treat?” She’s so demeaning talking like this but it only excites him more.
A guttural moan rips itself from his throat and his whole body jerks against the restraints.
“I’m going to cum.” He whines.
“Such a good boy. Obedient little puppy.” She says pulling the stroker completely off and watching his cock jump several times seeking stimulation that has been revoked.
“Please. Fuck. Fuck. I— I—“ he pants and squirms as he falls away from his release. His begging is music to her ears, but they’re not done yet.
“Aw. You did so well. Ready for more?” She whispers and he nods dramatically.
She mocks his moan as she slips the stroker back on him. She starts at the same pace she paused at and he fights to curl in on himself.
“Ah. Ah. Fuck. Ah. Baby. Please. Puh-please. I—. Ugh!” His noises are so pretty. She’s beyond excited he’s opening up to making them.
His legs attempt to squeeze together and begs to cum tumble from his lips.
She could laugh at the pathetic whine that springs from his lips as his dick flops out of the stroker and she holds it just too far for him to use.
“You’re learning so quickly puppy. Doing such a great job.” She kisses his cheeks adoring the tears springing to his eyes.
“Please.” He pants, “I need it. I need— I need to cum.”
“I know.” She muses and he can’t help but hiccup over his heavy breathing.
“You’ve lasted so much longer already haven’t you?” She asks sticking her bottom lip out at him.
“Yes. I’m good.” He whimpers. She loves how blue his eyes look teared up.
“Yes you are. Such a good boy. My gorgeous little pup.”
She smiles at his raw reaction to the stroker slipping back onto his oversensitive cock. It’s not even 3 strokes in before his cock starts weeping.
“I’m cumming. I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” He chants trying to pull from away from the stroker. His need to obey is so strong it almost ruins his reward for being edged.
“Cum for me sweet boy.” She whispers in his ear slipping a hand around his throat in a comfortable hold, not choking, just there.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m” she cuts him off with kisses to his pleading lip.
“You get to cum. I want you to cum. You’re cumming for me, right? Cum for me.” She chants and he finally melts into the end of his orgasm.
She pulls the stroker off before it becomes too much and pulls him against her.
She takes several minutes to comfort him before slipping one arm away to try to tug the straps free.
“Let me get you free so I can love on you” she mumbles into his hair and he leans back.
She slips from his chair removing her vibrator before going to the straps on his arms then his legs.
“How do you feel sweets?” She asks.
“You make me feel better than I ever knew possible every time.” He whispers and pulls her to stand between his legs.
“Aw. What an amazing compliment.” She gleams.
She pulls him up and they sway into a kiss before sneaking back into bed. She wraps him up in her arms and legs and he relaxes into the hold.
“If you’re interested, I have something for you.” She says breaking the silence they’ve enjoyed for likely too long considering he’ll need to leave soon.
He peeks his eyes up to hers and smiles. She leans in pecking his lips before reaching over to the bedside table.
“What is it?” He asks as she presents it to him.
“It’s a chastity cage. It’s for your cock.”
His eyes dance over the contraption before flicking back to hers.
“Since you’ll be gone, and I have no way of enforcing you’ll behave and keep MY cock sacred.” She muses and he chuckles.
“I would put this on you, lock it on, and you have no choice, but to only get out when you see me again.” She smiles and his eyes light up in realization of what she’s suggesting.
“Woah.” He breathes and leans into her again.
“I— I wear it and you lock it on. Like my… collar.” He whispers.
“Exactly.” She nods.
“Yes please.” He whines.
She pulls him from the bed and makes him stand beside it. She asks him to hold his hands behind his back.
She drops to her knees before putting on the separate pieces. First, she pulls his balls and shaft through the large loop in the cage. Next she caps his soft cock in the “cage” part connecting the two and finally slipping the lock through the overlapped sections.
She adores the full body shiver he releases at the click of the padlock.
She stands and pulls him into another kiss.
“Want to add the key to my necklace?” She asks.
He gently unclasps the necklace adding the key to his cock cage and clipping it back on.
“While the idea stands and is very enticing, there is still a safety and health aspect to you being away for a week and it would be ridiculous to wear this for the entirety of your trip. This is your “emergency key,” take it off when you’re uncomfortable or need to and don’t sleep in it. Okay?”
He nods and takes the key mournfully.
“I need you to say it.” She eyes him.
“I’ll take it off when needed. I promise.” He smiles and she smiles back with an approving nod.