love
“Kiss my neck” She said with a bit of mock-authority. He did without hesitation, and not just a peck, but for moments with his lips softly against her flesh. She would never be able to confess to him, feeling him ‘desire’ her, taste her flesh, was one, of her weaknesses with him. She caught his scent in her breath, the second strike . . . feeling his flesh, or tasting him, and she’d be on her back, or her knees.
He took the opportunity, kissed her throat as she lifted her chin and his arm slid around her waist and tightened. She put her hand to his face and kissed him, giving up on ever wearing lipstick around him.
“I love my presents My Love.” She whispered it so he would not have to ask. She had some control and thought she’d better use it, while she had it. He tightened his arm again and kissed her again, softly and she didn’t sense any tenseness. A kiss was all he needed, and she laughed again at her Knight. But his desire burned now in her and she turned her smile to him.
“If you want me, take me. I feel like I’m wearing so many clothes!” She laughed and he held her close, content for the moment. She understood a bit more, about him, about her own influence on him and snuggled close. He put his hand between her thighs, she sighed at his desire and immediately opened her legs and ached as his fingers stroked her thighs. He ran his fingers between her thighs, put his head against hers and she felt him relax, more himself. He was protective of her, she’d scared him and he was making sure nothing was wrong, but he wasn’t talking, or asking. Another piece of the puzzle.
“Tell me about the auction” She turned where she was still in his arms and she could look at him. He started to move one arm, but she held it around her. “What would have happened?”
“You would have taken off your robe and been taken, from me right then. For the next three days, you would have been made available to anyone who wanted you, to instill your sense of submission. You’d always be nude and open. You would have served the potential buyers as they saw fit. Your picture would have been taken and placed in the catalog. The final night you would have been placed on a pedestal, sold to the highest bidder, collared and taken.
“For two years?” She asked
“Yes.”
“You bought me without bidding?”
“Yes.”
“Just like that?”
“Yes. I thought you wanted, me.” There was the question she knew had been hurting him.
“You possessed me during the display. It was an instinct. I was cumming, my heart ached at the thought of you leaving me. You held me and my world wasn’t empty, and then it would have been. I panicked, said my safe word and begged the Gods IF you’d . . . . “catch me”. I wanted you so much.”
“I wanted you too.” He whispered and his eyes searched hers. She knew she had to reassure him, take control.
“And still . . . I do, still.” She whispered. He started to speak and she put her finger to his lips and looked him in the eyes. “My Love, sometimes you overwhelm me. I love giving myself to you, and I need to be able to always give you something in return. I feel helpless and without a way to return your love, and I get a little lost.”
“I give you things all the time.” He said.
“You ‘buy’ me things and I adore why you do. I can live with that and I love being spoiled. But you give from your heart and it should be returned from the heart, and I do. I just feel like there’s nothing for me to give you that I have left to give, that you already possess from me or own. I adore being ‘owned’ by you, ‘possessed’ by you.”
He was quiet and she searched his face. He was still listening, and she didn’t feel any distance between them. He was still holding her. Not knowing what else to do, she tilted her head and kissed him. He exhaled and relaxed immediately and she felt her hearts warmth and the demon-fear sent far away. Before he could speak again, she did.
“I would have stripped, sucked, fucked and probably a lot worse as I went through the auction. I was confident I could handle the sex, and I still, desperately, want to go as far out on that edge as you, My Master, will take us. But I would have spread my legs for all, but after the act, I’d take my pleasure and retire until I was fucked again, by whomever. I would have had my heart, it would have been fucking, service and pleasure and it would not have been heartache, failure, goddamn fear and hopelessness, or abuse. To have all of it, otherwise, you have to love someone and they take that away when you . . . “
Her voice trailed off and she looked away, then regained her composure and kissed him again. He looked at her, wisely saying nothing, letting the moment stretch.
“I wasn’t prepared for the affection, for the love. I wasn’t wanting love and feeling it given, afraid you or anyone will steal it back, has been too much. I wasn’t prepared to love anyone. The sex, the sucking and fucking I could do and it would be a good job, pleasure and I would own it.”
“The other night you didn’t fuck me, you made love to me. You fuck me as hard as you want, then you bathe me, inspect me to make sure I’m not hurt, feed me bites, or sips of wine. It’s lovely, it’s that make up chest, the way you described me to another woman. I wasn't prepared for the love, or, for loving back.”
He continued to look at her, listening. She had prepared herself for a rebuttal or an argument, but he didn’t and she relaxed and then took her confidence and her power. He had not released her and she needed him not to, now particularly.
“My Pet. Listen to me.” He held her, his voice was calm, with authority, but softly with compassion and affection. She was a bit confused seeking signals and signs and tried to breathe easily. “I want you to always tell me everything. I don’t always figure things out.” She was expecting a long conversation, something. But that’s all he said, then kissed her and slid his hands between her legs and his fingers rubbed against her lips through her panties and tickled her.
She laughed and squealed when he tickled her thighs. She’d gotten to say what she wanted to finally say, he’d taken it well and she shut the door on the demon.
“Honey?” She snuggled closer and he looked at her. “You need to feed your pet. I’m so hungry and you’re not figuring it out” He tickled her again and and pinched her, she squealed and shut her thighs tightly around her hand.
Luis. You feel like sushi? She nodded and smiled. Take us to Kenji’s. You want some fish? He liked giving commands she thought, and was good at it. Authority you enjoyed obeying. In the next moment she found the time she was looking for.
“Honey? What happened to my old place, everything? I just walked out, never looked back. And the auction? What about?”
He was confident, secure and nonplussed at the question and her confidence soared in him in an instant, and she thought for a moment and found no fear and saw none in him. “I took care of it. The apartment was settled, your things packed and stored. There was no sign of anyone else there. Everything is settled. I have the key for when you asked. As far as the auction, you have an account for your part of it. Technically for your protection there’s a few papers for you to sign. On the other hand I’ve been selfish and for the past month I’ve not been able to stand having you out of my sight. I’ll take you to your things, just say.
She felt the warmth soak through her and the decision she feared wasn’t a decision after all. He didn’t raise his voice, he didn’t make excuses, and he wanted her, here and now and she sensed that she could do anything, ask anything and he’d do it, and, so would she. She looked at him and as long as she held his gaze he returned it.
In her eyes right now, he was lovely and she remembered the night. Her pussy was dripping, the shame, his touch and scent, made her cum, she couldn’t breathe and she was desperate to keep ‘him’. He didn’t look like what she wanted, he didn’t act like she thought he should, he was thick and strong, not lean and lithe. He wasn’t the guy she imagined or gave herself to, but he was lovely and he made her sore and ache, and laugh. And she sensed even if she turned away now, he’d always be in her life. But he didn’t fit the image. But he fit her, filled her.
“Do you remember the movie, “A Moment In Time”?” She smiled and scooted closer, trying to snuggle.
“More or less” He said. He was relaxed now she saw. She was obviously his new fuck toy and would be on her knees if he snapped his fingers. She relived fucking him, the taste of him, before she said anything.
“A man falls in love with a woman from a picture a hundred years ago, a couple of lifetimes ago, and is transported to her time and they fall in love for real. They get their picture taken together, things are fine and they’re in love. I’ve been transported to another time, here with you, my love, my master. You must be my master. You need to understand that about us.”
“Okay. But I don’t get the movie” He drew her close and put his hand on her tummy and she felt the heat between her legs.
“At the end of the movie, he’s happy and content, and so very much in love. He puts his hand in his pocket, one day, she's waiting for him to come to her, and pulls out a penny. The penny has the date of his time on it. In the next moment he is back where he came from, alone, without the love of his life and trapped, taken away from her. He looks at the picture of her and there he is, a hundred years ago, next to his dear love. And he’s trapped, she’s gone.”
“Those papers to sign, my old things are like that. If I touch them, or see them or have them. I’m afraid they’ll “break the spell” you’ve put us under, put me under. My old life will come back and I’ll lose you. There’s a lot I don’t know and a lot I haven’t said, but I know I don’t want to lose you and I’m afraid of losing you. Take care of those things, invest my money for me, and I trust you, not papers I sign. Do you understand what I’m saying? You’re my master, you own me and I’m where I want to be, for as long as you want me, and I don’t want to be reminded of that other moment in time.”
She laughed and there were tears in her eyes.
”What?” He smiled at her and they both relaxed and Luis pulled into Kenji’s.
“I wanted to say all of that for you, to give you something from me, but when I wasn’t wearing so many clothes!”
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