Page 41 of Objection
“I want you to take control. I want to give you that control.”
Jesus, her responses were like a seasoned submissive. But coming from her innocent mouth they were like my kryptonite.
“Fuck, yes, Posey!” I pounded into harder, deeper, my hands gripping her tight enough to leave marks on her pale skin.
Christ, I couldn't think about marks right now. I wouldn’t be able to control myself if I did. I needed to see my marks on her skin so damn badly.
“Your skin is perfection. I want my marks on you. I want you calling my name,” I growled, my pace quickening.
“Sir!”
“Yes, little one?” I chuckled as she cried out.
“Please!” she begged. I felt her tighten around my cock. Hell yes.
“Please what?”
“Please let me cum!” I could feel her pussy flutter around me as she struggled to hold back.
I lowered my head to her neck, sinking my teeth into her flesh just enough to cause discomfort before answering.
“Cum for me. For me alone, little one.”
She tightened around me harder than before as her orgasm exploded, gushing over my length and making a mess below us.
I cried out along with her, my orgasm coming fast and hard as I continued to pump into her.
I held her close, still pumping as another orgasm hit her.
“Sir! Sir! Sir!” she cried, her sounds half sobs and half moans.
She came down slowly, my arms wrapped around her, holding her tight as her orgasm faded and I slipped from her body.
Taking only a few seconds to collect myself, I reached up and unhooked her arms, quickly picking her up into my arms.
“Sir?” She questioned; her eyes half closed. Day one and already finding subspace. Incredible.
“Shh. It’s time for aftercare, little one. Relax.”
I carried her into the bathroom and filled the oversized bathtub with hot water and bath salts. I took her into my arms again, keeping her close.
I had never experienced anything that felt like this before.
All I knew was that I wasn’t about to let it go.
16
Posey
I didn’t knowit could be like this. I really didn’t. Sure, I had read the book he had given me. I had read it, consumed it, and was hungry for more of it. But this, this is something the book hadn’t gotten right. It hadn’t gotten it wrong, but it had undersold this thing so incredibly that I found myself without words.
I was lost, my mind dizzy, but not sick. I felt like I was floating in water. It was like being in the bathtub as a kid, when you lay back and put your ears underwater, your face still floating above. You hear the roaring quiet of being encased in water, like nothing else in the world existed. Subspace. Nothing else existed save for me. And for him.
When our scene ended and I had forgotten damn near everything including my own name, he unclipped me from the bed posts and picked me up into his arms. I had nuzzled against him, feeling safe and calm, floating in that incredible safe.
He carried me into a dark bathroom, setting me on the floor in a way that had me leaning against his lower legs. He filled the bathtub and lifted me into his arms, holding me close. I could hear his heart beating against his chest and it soothed me in a way I hadn’t known I had needed.
He had taken off the cuffs, one by one, checking them and kissing along the sensitive joint as he did, almost reverently. He had asked if I was okay, but I couldn’t speak. He knowingly kissed the top of my head, pulling me into his arms again and reassured me that it was okay; to only talk when I was ready. I gave him a small smile, letting him know my feelings with actions where my words had failed.
