Page 83 of Objection
“Ren, I’m going to say this out of love, so make sure you hear me before you jump the gun, okay?” Sam began. “It sounds like you’re falling for this girl.”
“No.” I immediately shot the idea down, feeling my back straighten in defiance of such an idea.
“Why is that so bad?” she urged, exasperated.
“You know why,” I pushed back, annoyed that she was even trying to have this conversation.
“Are you ever going to be honest about Laurel?” she shot back.
“Are you ever going to get off my ass and stop trying to make this into something it’s not?” I countered.
“Ugh, lawyers.”
“Ugh, bratty subs,” I tossed back, laughing.
“All I’m saying is that there is something different here and that you deserve everything in life, Ren.” Sam’s words hit deeper than I had anticipated, deeper than I was willing to unpackage at this time.
I shook my head at the memory. The entire week I had felt more myself than ever. Posey and I laughed. We teased each other and enjoyed each other’s company. It was incredible.
Now, a week after,itwas more obvious than ever. Wewere more connected than we had ever been both at work and out of work, even during our play. Tonight, would be the first step into more. I wanted to push her, to push her limits. I knew she was new to all of these, but my God! The way she just naturally fell into submission was beyond incredible. I wanted to watch her let go even further and fall into her role as a submissive more than ever before. I had been easing her into it, little by little and she had succeeded beyond measure. Beyond anything I could have imagined.
There was a difference; a difference between her and the other submissives I had played with in the past. I didn't want a brat. Far from it, but Posey was different. She was sass and mouthy retorts, but after the smallest push back of her sass, she would melt into her role with such grace and beauty. The entire thing was like a dance we played with one another. I would command, she would push, I would remind, she would submit. Just that tiny bit of a push intensified everything we did. It put us both on this incredible edge, and, my God, when she fell into that role it was the most incredible thing I had ever witnessed.
I had thought for so long that all I wanted in a submissive was utter submission, pure obedience. But that wasn’t true, not at all. I needed something different. This was completely new, as addictive as a drug for me. I was completely addicted, and I wanted more. I needed more. More fun. More play. More adventures. More… just more her.
Even with our rope scene on Tuesday, I was antsy as hell to have her under my hands and in my control again. The idea to videotape our session had been a stroke of inspiration a few nights ago. I wanted to be able to re-watch our scene. Hell, in all honesty, I wanted to sit her down in front of me, naked, and play with her pretty pink pussy while I made her watch our scene. I wanted her to see herself as I did, a beautiful, perfect submissive who fell apart under my touch. I wanted her to see how precious her submission was to me.
I finished setting up the camera and getting everything into position. Posey should be down here any second.
I jumped around from toe to toe for a second, letting the adrenaline sink into me. Scenes like this were always intense, but the video camera would only enhance that feeling.
I checked my watch. One more minute.
My heartbeat faster, as it always did right before our scenes. It was pure excitement and I focused on keeping the right headspace to be the Dominant she needed; to provide the scene we both needed.
Tonight, was going to be incredible.
I quieted, listening for the sound of her footsteps, but heard nothing.
That was strange.
A glance at my watch told me she was now two minutes late. That was very strange, but perhaps she needed a few more minutes to put makeup on. That was a new twist for her preparation instructions. I should have given her more time.
I let it go, but as the clock ticked on, now ten minutes late, I found worry settling into the pit of my stomach. Had I pushed a little too far? Was videotaping too much for this early in our dynamic?
I gave it five more minutes before I decided enough was enough.
I shook my head with a small chuckle. She was probably fussing over her makeup. After all, she was never late. Never, not once. Well, except for…
My stomach pitched and dropped as dread settled within me. I dropped everything in my hands, bolting for the stairs and taking them two at a time to the main floor of the house. The second set of stairs I ran up, my heart racing and feeling like I had started a cold sweat.
Just as I opened my mouth to call out to her, I heard it.
“I can’t hear your head rattle, dumb fucking cunt!”
No! No, no, no, no. This wasn’t happening. I had the alarm system installed. We had a restraining order. We did everything right.
I slowed, halfway up the stairs and pulled my phone from my pocket.
