He makes me wet.
I love when his fingers slide through my folds and how he whispers in my ear not to move, and how badly I want to, but though my submission isn't formal yet, I do as he bids.
He kisses me slow, deep, compelling me, drawing me in.
He runs his hands up my back, he bites my neck, he tugs my hair.
We laugh and enjoy our time together, we talk and share, but when we get intimate, I call him Sir. I do as he says. I wait for his command.
He's moving slow with me, learning me. He's good to me, takes care of me.
This time is different from the last because this time he's right here, touching me, holding me, bringing me so near orgasm I could scream, then...
backing away, taunting me, teasing me, seeing what I can take, what I want.
He hasn't let me touch him, but I felt him against my body tonight, big and hard and I reached, but he grabbed my wrist and scolded me.
I've never been scolded before.
It made me shiver.
It made dark desires unfurl from the deepest place in my soul.
I want him to take me into subspace, but I still long for my other Dom at times. I know that can never be, but He's still in my head and honestly, I like him there. I'm not ready to entirely let go.
The bond between Dom and sub can be so fierce, so deep and I crave that with someone who will return that bond with me, but I fear I can only give myself like this once and what if it's the wrong fit? What if in the end he doesn't want me like the last time, the last Dom? What if I can't please him the way he needs me to? There are so many questions and insecurity threatens to strangle me, but I can be stronger than that. I know when I was in his arms, I very definitely wanted to be there.
When he laid me on the bed and kissed down my body.
When he slid his hand up beneath my skirt, pushing his fingers inside me.
I wanted it.
So we'll go slow, dance this dance that lovers so often do, only this man wants more than my body, he wants my submission, my soul and I question if I'm ready.
