Page 51 of Objection
“Fuck me, yes. Cum. Cum for me now, Princess.”
Her eyes snapped open at my words. Not a second later, she tightened around me like a vice grip and exploded.
“SIR!” Her moans and cries filled the room. That look on her face filled my very soul. I couldn’t hold back.
“Posey! Jesus, yes!” My fingers dug into her hips, hard, as I found my release.
“Oh god, please!” she begged, her thighs trembling at my hips.
“Yes, don't’ stop. Cum for me. Over and over.” I punctuated each word with my thrusts. I found her wrists, still crossed at her back, and sat up. I pulled her flush with my chest and pushed her down, grinding her onto my cock.
Her eyes found mine, fiery and needy, and I lost myself within her.
“Mine.”
She exploded around me once more, leaning heavily against my shoulder. The wetness of her tears fell onto my collarbone.
God, she was perfection.
I kissed her temple, bringing her hands back around for her to hold on to me. My own hands stroked over her trembling form, letting her ride out the sensations for as long as she pleased. I sure as hell wasn’t going anywhere.
* * *
The bathtub filled slowly,filling the room with eucalyptus and peppermint scented steam. Posey sat against the wall, wrapped up in a fuzzy blanket, her eyes lost and transfixed on something that wasn’t actually there. Her subspace was so easily found with me. The fact that she felt safe enough with me to go there spoke volumes, especially as a new submissive. I didn’t take such things lightly.
She barely seemed to register when I stood her up and removed the blanket from around her. When I reached for the buckle on the collar, however, her eyes met mine with worry and concern.
“Sshh, baby. I’m just removing it to get into the bathtub. The scene is over and it’s time to take it off,” I soothed.
“But…” she trailed off, one of her hands clutching at the front of collar.
“I know.” I kissed her forehead and pulled her close. “You did absolutely wonderfully. I am in awe of how naturally you take to submission; how beautifully you respond and obey. I couldn’t be happier, Posey.”
My words seemed to soothe her, and she allowed me to remove the collar, though she still pouted. It was frankly adorable.
I lifted her into the bath, moving her forward enough for me to join her. It was rare — beyond rare— that I joined a submissive in a bath. A shower, sure, occasionally, but not a bath.
The feel of her skin, smoothed to silk in the hot water, felt like heaven against my chest. I pulled her close, helping her to relax and lay her head against my shoulder.
I bathed her slowly, quietly, just enjoying the moment together. I wanted her to come back to the surface of reality slowly and gently. There was no need to rush here.
And to be honest, I wasn’t ready to come back yet either.
18
Posey
I had been devouringbooks like crazy. Soren still found every reason under the sun to not be around me during our “non-kink days”. It was a little ridiculous, to be honest. After the last time I had pushed, he had made it crystal clear that he would not be breaking that rule.
Granted, that didn’t mean I didn’t find a ridiculous amount of joy from pushing his buttons. Only now, it was a game. What buttons could I push on my Dominant without breaking any rules? That was the game, and I was becoming a master at it.
The last few days had been an education in both patience and in Soren himself. I was picking up on his cues, on the little things that made him tick. Or made him glare at me. Or made that delightful hand tense into a fist. Some may have viewed that as an aggressive tick, and it was. But only I knew that it was the aggressive tick of a Dominant who wanted to put a submissive in her place. And I was said submissive. Yes, indeed, I was.
Was it a dangerous choice to attempt to rile up my Dominant every day with little moments of brattiness? Only if you thought the threat of spanking and a flogger to the ass as dangerous. Which I did not. Not in the least.
Already my quick, sharp tongue had gotten me pushed up against the wall three times. Each time he would kiss me like he had forgotten what air was and then walk away, that hand of his flexing in and out of a fist as he stalked off to his room or somewhere else in the house. Wherever he chose to go, I knew that I was on his mind. A fact that I found absolutely delicious.
It was already Monday, which meant only one more day until our next scene and I couldn’t help but push. Two kink days a week just felt like so little. In my reading, I had learned that it was fairly normal for a new submissive to feel that way in the beginning. I was trying to keep it under control, but it was not an easy feat.
