Page 65 of Objection
We sat in silence for a long moment before he rolled his eyes and sighed. The great and mighty Soren Wellington actually rolled his eyes. I could have giggled, but that would have broken the mood of this conversation. As it was, I was liking seeing him a bit unnerved. It made me feel less alone in the feelings I was having.
“I need you to communicate better,” he finally offered.
“How so?”
“I need you to remind me that when you need space, that you’ll come back and talk to me.” The pure vulnerability of his words struck me hard.
“I can promise that. I can do that better. Thank you for giving me time with that,” I reassured him. “And I need you to communicate with me more.”
“How so?” he restated my own question.
“I need you to talk to me as a person more. Get to know me. I’m feeling a little lonely in this whole process. Sometimes I feel like I get lost between being Ms. Adams at work and being ‘little one’ on our scene days. I would like to get to know you better. Just as Soren.”
“Posey, a relationship—”
“Is off the table, I remember. But, getting to know one another as humans shouldn’t be off the table. If anything, don’t you think it will strengthen our dynamic?” I argued.
“Perhaps. I’ll think about it. We should really tweak our contract after this first stumble.”
“Perhaps we should,” I agreed with a smile. We spent the next half hour adding a few new positions, a few new expectations, and making sure we were more firmly on the same page together. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a start and I felt less alone.
“Now that that’s done, how about we get on to more fun things. It is Tuesday evening, after all,” he said with a grin.
“You still want to play?” I asked with a coy grin of my own.
“You know I do. But, if you fail to call me Sir one more time tonight, I shall spank you until you learn your lesson.” The overt promise was as enticing as it was silly.
“Yes, Sir,” I said dutifully, saluting him with a giggle.
“You head to your room and prepare. I have things to set up in the playroom. You have fifteen minutes, little one. Be downstairs at the playroom door on time or a fun little punishment awaits you,” he promised, wagging his eyebrows comically.
I giggled and ran up the stairs, tempted to take two at a time. I would have if it wouldn’t have meant face planting at some point. The happy and anxious little butterflies fluttered around in my stomach. We weren’t all fixed, that was obvious, but Soren and I were on a much better path. At least, I thought so.
I sifted through my closet, trying to decide between the little red nighty or the navy-blue number I had been saving for a special occasion. My phone chirped from the bedside table, and I took the short reprieve to think about which nighty to wear.
A message from Sandra reminding me of lunch plans tomorrow and…
My blood ran cold.
A message from David.
My hands shook as I hit the button to read the message.
-I know what you did, you fucking little cunt. I know about the restraining order. If you think that a stupid piece of paper will keep me away from what’s mine, you’re wrong as fuck. You ruined my fucking life, Posey. And I’ll ruin yours, you piece of absolute garbage. Time to take out the trash. -
My knees grew weak, the carpet scratched over my skin as I hit the floor. The butterflies that had fluttered in my stomach now raged into nauseating fear and dread, overwhelming me as my tears began to fall.
Safe.
I was supposed to be safe here.
I wasn’t safe.
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Soren
I glancedaround the playroom for the third time. Yes, this would do nicely. I knew the mistake I had made on Saturday. Removing so many of Posey’s senses without discussing it further had been a grievous mistake. She reacted so much like an experienced submissive that I had missed her signs of doubt and worry. That was my fault, and I fully took that blame. I willingly took that blame. But she had forgiven me. More than that, she had taken the time she truly needed to think about how she felt and what she needed. Then she had come to the table, literally, and worked with me to form a solution.
