Page 87 of Stripping the Sub
Before, when teasingly chastised, she might have pulled back, feeling the teasing was too intimate, too relationship-y… too much like how their friends in serious relationships treated each other. Now, she just leaned back against him, thrusting her breasts up as she nuzzled her face against his neck. “I have at least two handfuls right here…”
She was still quietly sassy, keeping her remarks low enough only he could hear her, but she didn’t think that would change even with her growing confidence. While Ellie was feeling less insecure lately, she was still a naturally quiet person, poking war with Sharon notwithstanding.
“Temptress,” Michael growled, slapping her bare thigh and making her moan.
Ellie hadn’t had an orgasm in two weeks. Even though he’d given her permission to play with herself to orgasm on her own - since they weren’t playing at the club or at home yet - she hadn’t. It just wasn’t the same. She didn’t want her own fingers or even a toy, she wantedhim. And he wanted to build their relationship first.
Honestly, she was becoming a little impatient.
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Three weeks since Ellie had tried to cancel her membership to Stronghold.
Three long weeks of abstinence and fantasies while they worked on having an actual relationship.
Just this past week they’d started having sleepovers.Real sleepovers where they didn’t do more than make-out, much to his cock’s dismay.
The sleepovers started after he went with her to atherapy session with Dr. Amy. Michael had liked the therapist a lot and being there had seemed to help Ellie open up verbally. She’d talked about more than just the rape, she’d told him about the aftermath, about the way her mom and friend had treated her. How she’d struggled with trying to have a relationship after that before eventually realizing she could get what she needed at Stronghold without having to put herself at risk emotionally or physically. Hearing allher past and her reasons for her actions actually made it a lot easier for himto deal with his hurt over the way she’d kept secrets from him, from the lack of trust she’d had. She’d sounded awed when she talked about how the other Stronghold women hadn’t questioned her or blamed her.
Then, by the end of the appointment, she’d insisted she was ready to try sleepovers, and Dr. Amy had said she thought it was a good idea. Michael might have insisted on waiting a little longer otherwise.The first night she’d been a little stiff trying to fall asleep, tossing and turning and he’d been sure she would call red or yellow - since they’d agreed to institute her safe words for when she needed space or to slow down emotionally - but she’d persisted. The next night had been easier, and the night after that she’d settled right now. Now she was nothing but snuggly.
Snuggly, and somehow her leg just ‘happened’ to keep sliding up over his legs to rub against his very hard cock.
Little teasing brat.
Michael was certain she wasn’t trying to coax him into sex just because she was uncomfortable with where they were at emotionally, which was a relief. She was just horny. He was just worried that if sex was back on the table, she might start regressing.
On the other hand…
Might as well experiment.
Gripping her thigh with one hand, he used the leverage in conjunction with the arm she was pillowing her head on to pull her upright on top of him, straddling him. Even in the darkness he could see the surprise in the line of her body, silhouettedfrom the dim light coming in through his curtains, could feel it in the way she stiffened on top of him. Waiting to see what he would do.
Michael ran his hands up and down her thighs, teasing the hem of the shirt she was wearing - his shirt, actually. It reached mid-thigh on her because she was so petite.
“Hmmm,” he said, frowning. “I’m not a huge fan of not being able to see you at all.”
He reached out to flick the switch on his light. Straddling his hips, Ellie blinked down at him as her eyes adjusted, an excited and expectant expression on her face. Well, she wasn’t going to get everything she wanted, but she was going to get at least part of what she wanted.
“Hey there, pretty girl,” he said, grinning up at her as he slid his hands up her shirt, grasping it and pulling it off over her head. Now she was a naked pretty girl, sitting on top of his cock, which was so hard it could probably break a diamond. “Nice to see you.”
She looked a little uncomfortable at his close scrutiny, but in a good way. The squirminess of a submissive under the eye of a predatory Dom. Excited but apprehensive. Unfortunately, he was about to make her feel a lot more uncomfortable, probably in a less good way.
“So now that you’re up there, what are you going to do?”
“Do?” she asked, stilling. The wariness in her eyes increased.
“You’re the one who was teasing my cock,” he said.
The expression on her face turned almost shy. “I was kind of hoping you’d… that you’d um… just take over…”
Michael shook his head, already steeling himself for disappointment. “No, pretty girl. If we’re going to have sex tonight, it’s going to be vanilla.”
The expressions flickering across Ellie’s face were too fleeting for him to interpret. None of them looked particularly happy though. Neither was he, since he fully expected to hear ‘yellow’ or even ‘red’ and be left with an aching cock for the rest of the night. On the other hand, his inner sadist was going to be well satisfied from torturing both of them.
To his surprise, Ellie leaned forward. Her hands pressed down on his chest, her head lowered, and Michael closed her eyes as her lips met his for a sweet kiss. A kiss which slowly deepened as Michael slid his fingers around her neck, holding her in place.
Vanilla… but ultimately he was still in charge. It was just how he was wired. Not everyone could have kinky sex all the time, and definitely not at the level he liked to play at. Which was why it was sometimes fun to explore lower levels, softer levels.
