Page 27 of Becoming the Owners
He couldn’t do it.
The limits he’d placed on himself would keep him from being able to make me feel as good as he promised, so I didn’t feel bad about moaning the next time he brought the flogger down. It was probably closer to a sigh and I could almost feel Ben’s pleasure filling up the room. “Good boy. Yes, that’s so pretty, my birdie.”
The internet said being his boy wasn’t a bad thing, so I did my best to ignore how weird it felt as he rewarded me for following his rules. “You’re going to like this, pretty bird. You’ve been a very good boy.”
Good boys supposedly got wonderfully naughty rewards, so as I waited to see what would happen, Ben did somethingdifferent as he brought the flogger down on my chest. As it struck my nipple perfectly and sent a flash of hot pleasure through me, I couldn’t help the way I gasped and my head fell back, but he was right there for me.
Cradling my neck, he gently trailed the soft strands of the toy over my chest as I almost melted into the sensation. “Beautiful. That’s right. You’re so good for me. Just breathe and think about how wonderful it feels.”
His voice went back to that almost hypnotic place as he used the toy on me again. I wanted to bitch and tell him it wasn’t relaxing when he made me hard and all I wanted was for him to grab my dick, but I didn’t.
That seemed like it would be letting him win, so I had to be quiet and just try to relax like the asshole kept saying.
He was so distracting.
So I decided to ignore everything but the way he was petting my head and the feel of the flogger. Yes. I couldn’t let him win and I couldn’t let him know how crazy he made me. I was going to just relax and not let him know how insane the feelings he was sending through me were.
It wasn’t until my head was fuzzy and my whole body was heavy that it finally occurred to me that he might’ve won after all. When everything felt slow and I couldn’t decide if I was a thousand pounds or if I was going to fly away, I let out a breath and realized I’d never felt so relaxed.
Fuck.
I was definitely going to bitch about it later, but for the time being, I leaned back into Ben, who’d suddenly materialized behind me. “That’s right, baby. I’m right here.”
That should’ve made me worry or…or something, but as reality somehow drifted even further away, I decided it didn’t matter.
When reality started to matter again, I found myself sitting between Ben’s legs as he carefully kept his arms wrapped high on my chest. How careful he was being was so obvious, I found myself chuckling before my brain cleared enough to realize why we were sitting like that.
His arms went still and he stopped stroking my head. “How are you feeling?”
I knew it was a question about headspace and if I was feeling emotional or more nuts than usual, but my brain was still floaty in a way I hadn’t experienced since I was a teen who’d made questionable decisions about what he’d put in his body.
I was starting to understand why people liked submission and floggers.
“Fine.” I knew it wasn’t enough of an answer…his huff said that…but it was the first thing that came to mind. “I mean it. I don’t have enough real thoughts yet, but I’m not bad.”
His posture relaxed and he didn’t make any other frustrated sounds, but as I straightened, I knew he wasn’t happy with the answer. He was nearly pouting. “You went deeper than I expected and I was worried.”
I wasn’t sure if that was explaining what happened or his way of justifying touching me more than he’d expected, but I just nodded and turned to lean against his chest. “Yeah. It was…Yeah.”
Okay, words would be necessary at some point, but they just weren’t coming at the moment. “I’m fine.”
He raised one eyebrow but didn’t poke at me again as he tried to smooth out his frustrated expression. “Good.”
I still felt floaty and bizarrely empty, so I sat there pretending I wasn’t nearly cuddling him. If he wanted to be my Dom, he could figure out what the fuck we were going to do next.
Best part about not being the cheese in charge.
He seemed to realize that after a moment because he nodded and went back to being what seemed to be his regular Dom self. “Good.”
That seemed to mean it was time to take care of me because he reached out for my water on the coffee table. “Water first, then you’re going to sit with me as we watch a movie. Do you have a preference?”
That seemed to be about what we’d watch because he held the water up to my lips like I didn’t have a choice about staying hydrated. He was probably right about that one, though, because it tasted way better than it should have, but part of me hated having to sit up straight.
When the bottle was empty, I shrugged. Focusing was easier but I still didn’t have a lot of good answers for him. “Um, I know I shouldn’t say I’m fine, but…”
He finally chuckled as he shook his head. “But you’re fine.”
He was finally starting to get it.
