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“I just want you!” I exclaimed, hiding my face in embarrassment.
“Go on,” his voice was deeper now.
“I can’t help it. It was incredible. To be honest, I didn’t even get to see you naked! It all went so fast and was so incredible. But I wanted to explore you, too,” I admitted sheepishly.
“You know,” he began, leaning down to whisper in my ear. “Simply asking me for what you want is a much better way to make such things happen.”
“So, we can play tonight?!” I shouted excitedly.
“No, but asking for what you want is likely to get you just that during our next scene,” he explained, and my face fell.
“But I want to explore you. I want to touch you now,” I whined. Yes, I whined and no, I wasn’t proud of it.
“I tell you what, how about a compromise?” he offered after a long moment.
“I’m listening.”
“How about we add a little more to our non-scene days?” He smirked at me.
“Like what?”
“Like occasional kissing? Perhaps more in time?” he suggested.
“How about we just go upstairs and bang like rabbits?” I counter offered.
“I don’t do relationships, Posey,” he swiftly answered, the tone of the conversation completely changing. I nodded my head, understanding, but still wishing for more.
“I understand.”
“For now, I will give you this, and then off to supper, okay?” With that, he lowered his lips to mine, kissing the very air from my lungs and quenching that thirst I had for him.
For this moment at least.
I wanted the freedom to touch and kiss and get to know him. But like he had said… maybe in time.
17
Soren
The nerve of that woman!I didn’t know whether I wanted to punish her, or take her until she lost her voice from screaming my name. That wasn’t how these dynamics worked. We had made a contract, an agreement. She was to honor it, as was I. So why was she being so defiant?
I had been involved in the BDSM community long enough to know all about bratting, but Posey didn’t strike me as a true brat. No, as soon as we had begun our scene, she was obedient and eager. It was beautiful submission. Get her out of the scene and she was a brat with a smart mouth that needed… so many things. Her sassy attitude and quick wit had me wanting to correct her, to teach her, to guide her. It also had me wanting to mark her and claim her.
The entire reaction confused me. I had been a Dominant for over a decade. I knew what I liked; I knew what I wanted. Posey, she was just something else entirely that I hadn’t quite figured out yet.
I made a habit of not playing with new submissives. I had done it. Hell, I had even trained a few subs in my time, but over the last several years, I had stuck to what worked best for me: experienced and trained submissives who leaned towards service and obedience. Having a submissive give me service was incredible and something I absolutely adored. Too many people thought of service submissives as subs who enjoyed cleaning, but it wasn’t about cleaning at all. It was about love languages. Acts of service was a way in which I felt cared for as a Dominant. For my submissives, it was a way they enjoyed showing care and respect.
Often, I would have them kneel, clean the playroom, and just be near me in specific positions that gave me joy. Samantha actually gave service by helping me with my calendar. I was a meticulous person, but my calendar tended to look like a mess. About a year after we had started playing together, she had served me by organizing my calendar, color coding it, and teaching me how to make it more effective for what I needed. It was beautiful service.
I didn’t think Posey was against service, far from it in fact; however, there was that spitfire energy that had her being quite a brat at times when she didn’t get her way. I wanted to say I didn’t like it. I was ticked off by it; aggravated by it. But it also made me so damn hard for her that I could hardly contain it.
She got under my skin unlike any other woman I had ever met. All I wanted to do was claim her. And not just claim her as a submissive, but claim her in this primal, animalistic way. She was pulling my dominance from me every day, not just our agreed upon days. That wasn’t normal for me, not by a long shot.
Keeping my hands off of her while we worked was one of the hardest things I had done. It was like my fingers itched to touch her, to pull her in. It’s why I had ‘gone to bed’ at seven o’clock every night. I had found any reason to head to my room and be away from her for a while. It was the only way I could ensure that I kept my hands to myself.
Her pale skin, her insanely incredible curves, those eyes that seemed to see right through me, and that sharp damn tongue had me craving her like a boy at his first dungeon party. I could not stop myself from imagining a million different ideas for scenes, scenarios, and more with this perplexing little redhead.
Luckily, it was finally Tuesday, and I didn’t have to hold back much longer. The workday had dragged on. The entire week, Posey had been flirting, trying to get my attention. I noticed her, alright, the entire time. I just kept my wits about me and stayed focused.
