Page 62 of Objection
“We need to talk. It’s part of aftercare, just as we’ve discussed, and it’s doubly important after a safeword. I respect you, and I won’t push you too hard here, but I’m not leaving. I’ll sit here outside your door until you’re ready to talk.” I wrung my hands together, turning and sliding my back down her door as I sat.
Seconds ticked by, turning into minutes. Minutes felt like hours.
Finally, she opened the door.
“Posey,” I began, but with a single hand held in the air, she silenced me. I could feel myself physically deflate.
“I’m not okay,” she began quietly, sitting on the edge of her bed. She was still wrapped up in the sheet I had tossed to her.
“I accept that,” I said, just as quietly. “Can you tell me what happened?”
“I felt like you didn’t hear me,” she whispered, her eyes falling to her hands which she was wringing in her lap.
“I thought I heard you the first time when you safeworded,” I muttered almost to myself. My hands were fisting in my hair as I felt my panic rise. I didn’t hear her? I hurt her?
“Soren,” she said softly, pulling my focus back to her. “It was too much. You heard me, but you’ve never not read me before.”
My mind struggled to wrap around her words.
“What I mean is that every time, you read my body so well it’s as if you know what I’m needing before I even do. But not this time.”
Her words hit me hard. She was right. She had been tensing much more, melting less, but I paid it no mind. I was in the zone and …
And I didn’t read her.
“I’m sorry, Posey.” I felt like utter shit.
“I know,” she whispered.
“Can we please have some aftercare? I really need it after this,” I begged.
“You need it?” she questioned, her eyes looking up at me for the first time since I had released her from her bonds downstairs.
“Hell yes, I do,” I laughed. “I feel awful and giving you care soothes me just as much as it soothes you!”
She giggled and nodded her head. I could see the hesitancy there still, but it was a start.
I led her back down to the playroom, straight to the adjoining bathroom where I drew us a bath. I sat behind her, letting the warm water soothe my own aching muscles as I bathed her slowly.
We spoke quietly, talking about what we did enjoy, and what was difficult.
I felt better.
I thought she did as well.
“Thank you for this, Posey,” I whispered, pulling her close against my chest and kissing the top of her head.
“Thank you, Soren,” she whispered back.
“I needed this,” I agreed
“As did I, but I think I need a little space,” she admitted slowly.
“But—” I began, but she was already standing, removing herself from my arms and leaving me speechless.
“It’s just a lot. Please let me have some time.”
And with that, she dried off and left the room.
