Page 66 of Objection
It was… well, it was more than I had expected from her. It had taken me far longer than I wanted for me to wrap my head around what was happening, but there she was. Smart, poised, and openly communicating with me. It was everything I wanted from a submissive. Even if she didn’t realize it, it was an incredible show of grace and care from a submissive to her Dominant. This was much deeper than I had expected. I found myself equally reveling in the beauty of it and tempted to run from the alarming realness of it.
Tonight, would be different. Tonight, I wanted to show her that I could read her. I wanted to renew that trust that had been broken. No, not broken. It had been cracked. Missteps and mistakes happened in kink, just like they did in any other kind of relationship, but safety was on the line here. I wanted to show her that she could trust me to read her. So tonight, I planned on laying her out, guiding her through sensations in a way that was safe. She would be able to see me, speak to me. I would encourage her words and her communication. I would show her how her body could sing for me, how it could vibrate and come alive under my hands.
I glanced at my watch, then at the open door to the playroom. She should be here any minute.
I let the nerves wash over me, letting it give way to excitement.
This misstep we had would only make us stronger. I was already feeling closer to her as my submissive. If I were being honest…
No, I wasn’t going to go there right now.
Right now, I just focused on the plans I had for my curvy little redheaded submissive tonight. I would mark her beautiful body with my own marks, my bruises marring her perfect creamy skin. Marks that I would kiss and lick during our aftercare.
I checked my watch again. She was late.
She was never late. I would give her five more minutes and if she didn’t show, I would give her that damn spanking bent over her own bed. That sounded delightful.
The minutes ticked by. Each minute irking me further. I took that slight sting of disappointment and turned it into fuel for her lesson that was coming. Teaching and guiding Posey in her submission was already proving to be one of my favorite activities.
Finally, five minutes had passed with no sign of my little redhead. Time for a lesson.
I took the stairs two at a time towards her room.
“Oh, Posey. I do believe we need to buy you a wat—”
The words died in my throat as I saw her, limp and sobbing, huddled on her floor in the fetal position.
“Posey, what…” I literally couldn’t find words. What the hell had happened? I didn’t think. I just pulled her into my arms. She clung to me like a lifeline, and I knew at that moment I couldn’t let her go. This wasn’t sadness, this was despair. This was… something else.
With my free hand, I grabbed a hold of her phone.
“What is the passcode?” I urged gently, trying to quell the panic rising within me. She just sobbed in my arms.
She was shaking like a leaf.
“Posey, what is the passcode? I need the passcode,” I urged again. She mumbled against my chest unintelligibly. I tipped her chin up towards me, my whole soul seeming to break at the sight of her red rimmed, tear swollen eyes.
“Carol,” she whispered, sniffing loudly, her breathing shattered and stuttered.
“Thank you,” I murmured, pulling her close and kissing her forehead as I typed the letters numerically one handed.
The phone opened to her messages. One recent message from Sandra about lunch tomorrow and another from an unknown number stating…
Dread filled my stomach like a heavy rock, and I fought the urge to either throw up or destroy something. Instead, I held her closer.
“Posey, it’s okay. I have you. You’re safe here,” I reminded, rocking her softly back and forth.
“No,” she stated between sobs, shaking her head back and forth, clinging tightly to my now tear stained shirt.
“Yes, you are. Tomorrow, I’ll have the security company here to update the system again, to add more protection. Anything you need, you’ll have, Posey. I promise you, you’re safe here. You’re safe with me,” I promised, my words falling from my lips faster than my brain could keep up. All I knew was that I would do anything to protect her.
“Please don’t leave,” she whispered against my shoulder, her hands clutching hard to me as she looked up into my eyes. The fear, the pain I saw there was all undercut by the trust I saw burning brightly in her green eyes.
I couldn’t find words. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth, dry and unmoving from the weight of the moment. I gulped, trying to rid myself of the feeling unsuccessfully.
Instead, I simply nodded.
With a deep breath, I pushed the logical side of my brain aside and simply reacted. I reacted with only what felt right. I wouldn’t think about it. Not tonight. No. Not tonight. Tonight, I would just act. I would think about it tomorrow.
