Page 17 of Stripping the Sub
It seemed like his whole life was starting to move forward in an unexpected way now. Apparently when it rains, it pours.
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Every part of Ellie’s body ached deliciously.
“MROW!!!”
“Yes, yes, I see you,” she said, exasperation filling her voice. Watson darted forward, winding his furry, orange body around her boots, obviously not accepting of her reassurance that he was totally and completely visible to her. While he was a shy cat with strangers, with her, he was a complete and total attention whore. “Needy cat.”
“MROW!!!”
He sat down, looking up at her expectantly.
Ellie sighed as she leaned over to scoop him up. Her anus clenched emptily, her corset shifted over her sensitive breasts, and she shuddered. Yeah, she was going to be feeling the aftereffects of tonight’s scene for a while.
What she really wanted to do was just sit on her couch and decompress by herself, settle into the aftereffects of the scene, but Watson needed attention and when Watson needed attention, Watson got attention. Because otherwise he annoyed her until he did.
He purred happily as she cradled him like a baby, belly-up, his little, white paws coming up to try and bat at her face. Kissing the bottom of his paws, she moved towards her bedroom. Pajamas first, then to the couch with the little monster. She needed to just chill out for a while.
Sit.
Think.
Despite the satisfaction she’d felt after the scene, she’d started feeling unsettled. Maybe it was sub drop, but she didn’t think so. She was pretty sure it had more to do with Michael.
Watson grumbled as she put him on the bed, watching her with narrowed eyes as she stripped out of her clothes and pulled on comfy sweats. She knew from experience that if she tried to leave the room without picking him back up, he’d let out an ear-splitting yowl.
“I see you, I see you,” she muttered, scooping him back up.
Okay, it was kind of nice to have a sweet, furry animal to cuddle with even though she wanted to be alone with her thoughts right now.
“After all, you don’t really count as people, do you?” she asked, tickling Watson under the chin while he purred ecstatically, his little paws waving and kneading the air. “Even if you do demand my attention when I just want to focus on me for a minute.”
Gingerly, she sat down on the couch, hissing slightly as the cushions didn’t totally protect her bottom from the throbbing, lingering soreness. Absently stroking Watson’s belly, she leaned her head back and let out a long sigh as her body relaxed.
She felt so good.
Sated. Loose. Relaxed. The way she felt after the best kind of scene. And she hadn’t felt this way in a while.
Which didn’t really make sense because, as intense as the scene had been, she’d had scenes that involved so much more… more pain, more implements, more orgasms. This scene… even though she felt sated, she still wanted more. She didn’t want a scene with someone else, she wanted to go back to Michael.
Which was a really scary feeling.
Even more so because she hadn’t exactly been acting like herself. Although, that seemed to be the theme of the day, from calling Lexie because she was freaking out over what to wear, to sassing Michael, to agreeing to another scene with him. That last one made her feeling particularly antsy because she knew everyone at Stronghold was going to read all kinds of things into it… but she still wanted to do it.
As if sensing her anxiety, Watson let out a particularly loud purr, his paw coming up to bop her on the underside of her chin.
“Yeah, your momma’s got issues,” she said, tilting her head down to kiss his foot. Watson liked having the pads on the bottom of his feet kissed and nuzzled, the little weirdo.
Trust and relationships were two things she didn’t even try to do anymore. She’d made the attempt twice since her first disastrous high school boyfriend, and neither time had worked out well. Her college boyfriend, Steve, had tried, but having a damaged girlfriend wasn’t a lot of fun for a horny guy with a high sex drive, andeventually he’d given up on her. The next guy she’d almost dated had been in the scene, but then he’d ignored her safe wordthe first time they’d scened alone.She’d had to scream it over and over before he finally gave in, pouting the entire time like she’d been unreasonable about having her hair pulled. If he’d ignore it for a small thing, he would have ignored it for larger ones too and she’d immediately stopped seeing him. After that, Ellie had kept everything in the club where there were Dungeon Monitors and lots of witnesses to everything and she didn’t see anyone regularly. It was why she only did private room scenes with Andrew, and she’d taken months to get to that point with him.
But with Michael…
Everything was different, just as she’d known it would be from the very beginning. Yeah, she’d spent months running from him, but once she’d agreed to scene with him, she’d immediately trusted him enough to go into a private room and close the door. And she’d been… herself. Uncensored. Unguarded. Vulnerable in a way she hadn’t been in so long.
No wonder she’d been running from him for so long. She wasn’t used to letting herself be that open. Even with her friends. But a few minutes with Michael and she’d found herself not just talking, but sassing… almost flirting.
She’d given in because…
