Divine Intervention: One Shots

Dom

TW: Light dominant/submissive behavior. Could be triggering for assault.

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The door slammed shut and I heard him muttering to himself. He had been at the studio all day and from the sounds of it, it had not been a productive one. I had been laying on the bed relaxing, but was in the process of getting up when he stomped into the bedroom. “Wanna talk about it?”, I asked quietly.  

“Not really," he fumed. 

“What do you need?”, I followed. 

“Control.” 

With that one word, I slid off the bed and fell to my knees at his feet. He got down on his knees in front of me and put his finger under my chin and lifted it so I could meet his eyes. 

“Safe words?”, he asked. 

“Roses and daffodils.” I answered clearly. 

“Good girl.”

He stood, I remained on my knees, waiting for instruction. This wasn’t something we did often, but it helped to right the ship when it was off kilter. It wasn’t an elaborate thing and the most he ever did was restrain or blindfold me. We have never actually used the safe words, but they make him feel better being there.

I heard him move about the room. I heard the soft thud of clothing hitting the floor. I heard the bathroom door open and close. I heard water running. It stopped. The door opened again and I heard the light switch flick. I heard the footsteps come closer and then he was standing in front of me in just his boxer briefs. He reached his hands down to help me up off of the floor. 

“Such a good girl. You waited so patiently. Now, turn around.” I obeyed. “Arms up.” I put my arms above my head and he pulled my shirt up over my head. I felt his body heat as he stepped closer to me. His hands appeared on my waist and he slid my pajama pants down. “Step out.” I stepped out of them one leg at a time and he pulled them away. “Turn around.” I turned around to see him kneeling in front of me. He trailed his hands up the outside of legs from my ankles to my hips. I could almost feel his tension dissipating with each command. He gently placed his lips right below my belly button and slowly kissed his way up to the band of my bra. He reached up and unhooked it. “Remove this.” I pulled it off and tossed it to the side.

He stood up and placed his hands back on my hips and backed me up until the back of my thighs touched the bed. He slid back down to his knees pulling my panties down with him. “Hands on the bed.”, Every omission of please and thank you made me hotter and hotter. He brought his hands from my hips to the back of my thighs. He pulled himself closer to me and placed a kiss on the inside of my right thigh and then one on the inside of my left. He leaned in and forcefully plunged his tongue into me. Soon he began to hum. I wasn’t sure how I was going to stay on my feet. Every lick, every nibble, every breath down there, sent wave after wave of pleasure through my body. As a reflex I put one hand on his shoulder and I tangled one in his hair. 

He pulled back, “Where did I tell you to put your hands?” I immediately pulled them back to the edge of the bed. “That’s what I thought," he growled, standing up. “On the bed. Lay down.” There was an edge to his voice. He got rid of his briefs and stepped to the edge of the bed. “Not a sound.” His hands were like steel on my thighs as he pulled me to the edge of the bed. He pulled my ankles up to his shoulders and licked his lips. “Mine," he growled as he thrust into me. He started off slow. All the way in and all the way out. He soon found a rhythm and got faster and faster. I was practically biting a hole in my lip trying not to moan or cry out. He slowed down and stopped but stayed inside me. “Lock your legs around my waist.” I wrapped them around and held on for dear life. He put his hands under my back and lifted me up against him. He turned us around and sat back on the bed. He positioned my legs so that I was straddling his lap on my knees. “Ride.” I placed my hands on his shoulders and I began to roll my body slowly back and forth. He grabbed my hips to help control the rhythm. Every roll got him deeper. With a growl he flipped us over and started drilling me into the mattress. He pressed in deep and held himself tight against my body. With a grunt and a groan he found his release. 

We were both covered in sweat and there was a strong possibility that I might have some interesting marks. He pulled out and rolled off of me. I felt empty and I didn’t get mine, but it wasn’t about me. I listened for his breathing to return to normal. I rolled over to face him. I placed my hand on his chest and caught his eyes. “Feel better?”, I asked. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight against him. He kissed the top of my head. “Yes. Thank you. You always seem to know just what I need.”