Page 22 of Degrees of Power
“I love what you did to me last night, but it goes against everything that I’ve grown up thinking is right. You know, feminist movement and all that,” I say.
“What goes against what you think is right? Giving up control, feeling pleasure from a spanking that you think should not be pleasurable, but abhorrent?”
“Maybe both,” I say.
“Did the spanking turn you on? It was harder than previous ones and you were restrained, gagged and blindfolded,” he says.
“Chase, I loved it, but I think you already know that.”
“I do indeed. I was the one on the receiving end of your body’s response, I’m just trying to figure out what part made you question how you felt,” he says, kissing me gently.
“I thought I was frigid for so long, then you come along and I learn not only am I not miss ice queen, but that I love engaging in sexual activities that most people, especially professional women, would raise their eyebrows at,” I say.
“So we’re back to what people think being more important than what you feel?” he asks, holding my eyes captured.
“I’m trying not to let it. I loved what we did and how it made me feel— completely yours— but it’s submissive in nature. I seem to love you in control, but most women that I know would see that as a total weakness in this day and age.”
“Baby, many incredibly successful people engage in this activity and oftentimes many use a safe word if they are acting out scenes with each other. They choose a word that can be used if the act is becoming too intense or encroaching on emotional discomfort. You have all the power, Katarina.”
“I know if something is getting too intense I can just tell you to stop. It wasn’t last night, so I didn’t,” I say.
He smiles. “Yes, of course and I would stop immediately. However, now think about this. You are tied up, in an extreme state of arousal… you are so near, but say, honey stop, I can’t take it anymore…. Do I stop?” he asks, his eyes lit up with undisguised amusement.
“Aaah… I guess I see the dilemma,” I respond.
“Or more importantly, what if you are enjoying the physical pleasures, but then emotionally become overwhelmed with feelings that you shouldn’t be, it’s a way to take a pause,” he says.
“Okay, I’m intrigued,” I say.
“There are some pretty standard practices that people use that we could follow. Some of the norms are green for good, yellow for caution, which lets the other person know they are near to reaching toleration, and red usually means stop now.”
“So even if I’m enjoying what it is that you’re doing, but I have doubts about whether I should be enjoying it, I would choose yellow?” I ask.
“Exactly Baby. It would give me time to pause, for us to connect. It’s important to me that we have a very open communication and trust when we are experimenting in order to learn what you don’t like and what feelings we need to transcend.”
I nod. “I love that you care so much. I just need time to think about my feelings and how using a safe word might make sense in some certain situations.”
“Katarina, I much prefer open conversation, but I want you to be aware of them in case they are easier for you since talking about your feelings seems to embarrass you,” he says, pulling me astride his manhood.
“Now, I want to be inside of you, Baby,” he says, rubbing his precum against my folds before pushing into me.
I am so wet and he is so hard that I slide easily down the length of him, savoring the way he feels as I rest against his thighs before coming back up, squeezing his length as I do. He takes some of the bubbles and places them on each of my breasts, rolling each of my nipples between firm fingers as he does, pulling softly, watching them become erect again under his touch. I moan softly and increase my rhythm.
“Baby, slow… I want to feel all of you around me,” he says, grasping my hips to pull me down deep, holding me there, and then helping to guide me up and down over his hardness, slowly. He captures the delicate skin of my neck with his lips, kissing along the side until he reaches the hypersensitive area between my neck and shoulders, making me squirm with longing. He repeats the pattern, over and over, sending shivers through my body all the while controlling the speed and depth of my penetration.
“Are you ready, Baby?” he asks finally.
I nod and he increases our speed, hands grasping my hips and pulling me down deep and hard, over and over until we’re left trembling with a climax that leaves us both breathless and spent. I rest against his chest and can hear the pounding of his heart in my ears as we recover and our breathing eventually starts to return to normal.
I deftly raise up and my legs feel a little wobbly. “I think I am going to stay in this swimming pool that you call a whirlpool, relax and enjoy a glass of wine,” I say, pushing the button to refill the whirlpool, emptying some more of the jasmine-scented crystals that he used earlier before sipping my wine, stretching out and resting my neck against one of the plush pillows affixed to the edge of the tub.
“I need to return a couple calls while you relax but will be back shortly,” he says, rising from the whirlpool, drying the water droplets from his moist skin and donning a pair of lounge pants from the adjacent closet.
I sink into the warm depths soaking in the majestic descending moon and the view of the coast and crashing waves of the sea below. I am pulled out of my reverie when he abruptly returns.
“Katarina, I’m sorry, but it appears we’re going to need to leave a little earlier than anticipated,” Chase says.
“In the morning?” I ask, swishing the bubbles around with my toes.
