Page 28 of Bound and Branded

You were inside of me. You didn’t touch me.

And I like that. Honestly. Intimacy without softness. It’s what gets me off. But I can see it. I’m putting it togetherin my mind even as I turn over her request. Her completely immobilized for me, open to me. Making use of the hardware on the bed to hold her fast.

Yeah. I can make that work.

I have an idea.

Okay. I’ll come and clean for you tomorrow, and then maybe we can have dinner.

I don’t need you to plan it. In fact, I think it would be better if we don’t plan things.

There was an element of surprise and a bit of a struggle to the scene from earlier today, and the idea of leaning into that gets me off.

Remember your safe word. I’m telling you, if I push you too hard, you need to let me know.

I will.

I don’t trust her, though. And I can’t quite say why.

I have trouble sleeping that night because I’m hard as fuck, thinking about how much I wish she was in bed next to me so that I could turn over and take her fast, savage. That’s not in my general repertoire. I don’t spend the night with submissives. And everything for me is a ritual.

It makes me feel grounded. Gives me the distance that I want while giving me the physical closeness that I need.

It’s a whole fucking trauma response, I’m aware. I’ve had a lot of therapy. I know exactly why I do the things that I do. But I still do them. I’ve had my diagnoses – general trauma from childhood neglect and ADHD and it doesn’t change anything.Hell, I don’t think that I would want to change anything even if I could. All of the bullshit that I’ve been through brought me to where I am now. So it can’t be all bad.

Or maybe it can be. But it doesn’t much matter.

When I wake up in the morning, the countdown to when I see Avery is on. I spent way too much of the night before plotting out what I’m going to do to her today.

From what she’s said to me, there’s an element of the helplessness she experienced in the scene that she likes. The ability to be passive is a good thing for her. I get it.

That’s a gift that I give my submissives. It’s a chance to be held but helpless. A chance to be free of responsibility. Of the weight of everything. All of it is on my shoulders. And I like that, because I don’t have any connections in my life. So for a few hours, this submissive belongs to me. She’s mine. I can make her feel things that nobody else can. I can take her to places that she’s never even fantasized about. I can do it without her having to do any of the work.

That’s my gift.

And hell, it’s not difficult for me to understand why Avery needs that.

Her dad is a piece of shit, honestly, and the only reason that I’m cordial with him is because it allows me to engage with helping her out when she needs it.

But that’s all I can offer her. It’s fucking it.

I busy myself with work on the ranch, making sure that I’m out when she arrives.

By the time I let myself go back to the house, I’m starving. Though, I can’t quite tell if it’s for food or for her.

I guess it doesn’t really matter. There’s a craving deep inside of me and it can only be satisfied by going back to the house.

I open up the door, and stop. Because there she is, kneeling naked on my living room floor, folding clothes and lookinginnocent as fuck. Like she’s not playing games with me. Like she’s not bare ass naked for the sole purpose of tempting me.

The wolf thing…

I was being fucking petty when I told her to call me that. I’ve had subs call me master, sir, and I could’ve easily accepted it from her. But she doesn’t make me feel like either of those things. She doesn’t make me feel like I’m in control, and I didn’t want to give her the validation of being right because she did some research on the internet. So I chose wolf. But right now, that’s exactly what I feel like. Starving. Ravenous. Ready to consume her. Ready to punish her for fucking with me.

I think that’s exactly what she wants. I hope that’s exactly what she wants.

I growl, low in the back of my throat, and I watch as her shoulders go straight, her spine tall as she kneels there. Her hair is in a braid again today, and that gets me hot. I loved the way everything went yesterday. The way I was able to tie her hair into the elaborate knots, keeping her hair pulled back just the way that I wanted it.

She’s a good girl, giving me that again, though we’re not repeating the exact same thing today.

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