Page 52 of Surrender

At first, she's confused, then she remembers, then she's intrigued and maybe slightly turned on.

Whatever she's feeling, fear isn't it, and I puff out my chest knowing I did that.b

"My list..." she volleys back, voice laced with eager curiosity.

"One of the things listed was submission..."

She nods and swallows.

"And giving head..."

She licks her lips and nods.

"Come here," I command, and like the perfect little thing she is, she obeys.

I know we've been tiptoeing around this very dangerous part of us. Sex, combined with submission, is a battle I may not win. How can I put up walls and boundaries again when she shows me exactly how perfect she is for me?

Until today, the sex and the submission have been two separate things - easy to compartmentalize. But combining them? Yeah, it'd be the end of everything I thought I wanted.

But just as much as I know it'll ruin me, it feels inevitable. In what scenario would I continue to live and work with my Serenity, and we not end up here?

And if it's something we both want? Who am I to deny us?

I guide her so she's standing between my legs while I'm sitting in my office chair.

"Is this alright?" I ask, looking up at her and snaking my hands around her hips.

She swallows nervously but nods.

I take my time running my hands up and down the backs of her thighs, her ass, her waist, letting her get used to the feel of me again.

I feel like I need to take this time to reintroduce my touch to her body and catalogue every breath, every twitch, every blink to ensure she's receptive.

She's nervous. That much is obvious. But the flush on her neck and her sparkling eyes lets me know she wants this.

I lean back and widen my legs, assuming a position of detached power.

"On your knees," I command, pointing a finger downwards towards the floor.

Advanced doms and subs can communicate with simple hand gestures. I don't know if we'll ever get that far, her and I, but I'd like to set the groundwork for it.

She kneels beautifully; eyes cast downward.

"Take me out, Serenity."

Her eyes lock to my belt-buckle before she undoes it. She fumbles a little bit with my button and zipper, but I wait patiently. My cock strains against my boxer briefs, but this experience is about her, not me.

I can be patient.

I lift my hips so she can tug my boxer briefs and slacks down around my knees.

She pauses, licks her fucking lips while staring at my dick, and then looks up at me for permission, eyes hooded, pupils blown in lust.

For a brief moment I want to pause her, to memorize her like this, to immortalize her in this very moment, because she's breathtaking.

Instead, I swallow unsteadily and nod.

A small, soft hand wraps around the base of my cock and tentatively strokes it. She's being too gentle, but I don't bothercorrecting her. Being touched by her sends a shimmer just underneath my skin.

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