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Posey
Light filtered through the room,tiny specks of dust floating through the early morning light. I was in Soren’s room. I was in his room and in his bed. I didn’t want to overthink that statement. I didn’t really need to right now. Right now, I was happy to look at floating specks of dust in the early morning light and feel safe. Even if just for this one moment.
Last night had taken me by complete surprise. Not just the text from David. Yes, that had floored me, stunned me, and set fear ablaze in my entire being in a way I had not felt before. I felt like I was breaking into a million pieces. That fear, it was breaking and taking hold of the little safety I had grown to expect over the last weeks here. David had wrecked that pretty picture that I had created. He had shattered it.
And then Soren had found me, curled up in the fetal position on my bedroom floor. Everything changed in that moment. He had pulled me into his arms in that moment and pulled me into his heart. Or, at least, that’s how it had felt. He had pulled me close and kept me safe. He had taken me to his room, something I doubted was normal for him. He had pulled me into his shower and bathed me.
Sure, he had bathed me several times since our dynamic had started. But this was not Sir bathing little one. This was not Sir providing aftercare. This was Soren taking care of Posey. It had felt like… well, it had felt like he was loving on me, caring for me. In the end, he gave me back the safety I had felt was stolen from me by one scary text message.
His breath was warm and steady against the back of my neck, and I couldn’t help snuggling closer. His arms pulled me in tighter, wrapped around my waist, his leg tucked up between mine from where he laid behind me. Last night, we had come together in a different way. Last night had not been a scene, it had nothing to do with BDSM or our dynamic. Last night, it felt like Soren had made love to me.
I shook the thought from my head, knowing better than to settle on that thought for too long. I would simply enjoy it for as long as I had it. We had hit a new stage and I couldn’t make myself be sad about that fact.
He shifted behind me, waking slowly as he held me tucked safely into him. I could feel his eyelashes fluttering against my skin as he woke up. It was a calm and beautiful morning.
Until I felt him stiffen behind me.
His entire body grew tense.
He cleared his throat.
“Um, uh…”
I rolled my eyes and tried to mask the slight pang I felt at his obvious need to retreat. Fantasy shattered.
“Good morning,” I offered, cringing at how my voice cracked and croaked with lack of use and morning grossness. I didn’t want to think about my breath, but somehow, I knew that this wasn’t one of those rom-com movie mornings where the man holds you close and kisses you, claiming to not care about morning breath. No, that wasn’t how this morning was going to go.
He moved his arms away from me, and I helped where I could, but ultimately it was an awkward movement for both of us. I rolled over onto my back. The sheets tented under his stiff erection, and he sputtered, trying to find words while covering his morning wood.
I rolled my eyes.
“Really, Soren, it’s nothing. Normal morning behavior.” I threw the covers back, decided to fuck it all and head back to my room to get dressed.
“Where are you going?” he asked weirdly. How a person could sound simultaneously concerned at my leaving and grateful for the exact same thing, I don’t know, but Soren did just that.
“To get dressed. The phones will start ringing in an hour. I had better get ready,” I answered as nicely as I could. Yes, part of me wanted to lash out at him for being so weird. I had no idea why he was so bound and determined to push me away. Especially after last night.
What we had shared wasn’t exactly uncommon, was it? A woman and a man having sex? Romantic sex? Yes, we were also Dominant and submissive, but why should that matter? I shook the thoughts from my head, bound and determined to have a better day; to push it from my mind.
Those thoughts continued to cloud my mind for the coming days. It was infuriating, really. I had spent more time in my room talking to Sandra over the last few days than I had in the entirety of my time since I had left the firm and settled into my job here with Soren. Excuse me, Mr. Wellington. Heaven forbid I call him anything else.
He was colder, more closed off than ever before. One thing was absolutely certain. While working we were Ms. Adams and Mr. Wellington. There was no more Soren and Posey.
So, fine. I would let him have that. No more Soren and Posey would also mean no more Sir and little one. We would see how he liked that.
“Sandra, I don’t know what to do,” I had whined to her Saturday morning after breakfast. I had seen Soren for a brief moment over breakfast, but no words were exchanged other than a cordial “good morning”from each of them. It was absurd to go from how things had been to this. This…whatever this was.
“Well, you’re going to have to give me more information than that,” she laughed at me. I hadn’t spoken a word about Soren and me to anyone, not even to her. I assumed that everything was covered in the non-disclosure agreement I had signed, and I was better safe than sorry.
“Okay, so hypothetically, let’s say that I have a friend,” I began.
“First of all, you do, it’s me. But we aren’t talking about me. So, tell me about this… Clarisse friend of yours,” she played along.
“Clarisse? Seriously, Sandra?” I scoffed, rolling my eyes.
“What, I watched Silence of the Lambs last night with Bill. Just keep going,” she laughed.
