Submitting To My Bodyguards (ManxboyxMan)

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Part of me knows it's real
Another part's too in my head to deal with it
Wish I could just tell you how I feel
But I'm too busy chokin' on my mixed emotions

S K Y E

I couldn't believe what'd happened this morning. I thought I was hallucinating almost, it was too perfect. I had genuinely enjoyed what happened this morning and it only left me with more questions than answers. I wasn't really sure how to feel about the whole thing, because it was just so sudden and so good. I could still feel the ghost of his fingers around me, hours later. His scent seemed to be wrapped around me, or maybe it was my imagination. 

I felt so exposed to him, and part of me had never been more turned on. But, another part of me was terrified. I knew him some, but I really didn't know anything about him. I wanted to, but even that made me nervous. What if he isn't... into anything more than sex? I know I'm not ready for that.

And what about Ace? Abel had mentioned him too, and I was intrigued but terrified. I wanted to pinch myself to see if I'm even awake, but I already knew the answer to the question and I needed some room for doubt. All I truly know is that, at the least, intoxicated, Abel is willing to make me orgasm. It wasn't like we'd fully discussed things, it was a spur of the moment thing, nothing more than a one-off... thing.

I glanced up at Abel from the couch, and he wiggled his eyebrows and smirked. I blushed and coughed a little, glancing around the room to keep from looking back. I stood up and walked from the living room area to the bathroom. I didn't look at him as I walked by him, embarrassed. We'd barely done anything and I'm making it... weird? Confusing? 

It was fun, amazing... why am I overthinking this so much? 

I took a shaky breath and looked up into the mirror and sighed deeply. I leaned forward onto the counter and stared at my face, rubbing it a little. I sighed again. A knock on the door came, and then the door opened. I panicked for a minute, but Abel poked his head in, looked over me, and then walked in and shut the door behind him. I sucked in a breath. The bathroom suddenly felt really small, and I sucked a deep breath in biting on my lip. He looked over me inquisitively. 

"Skye, is something the matter?" He asked me, leaning over me in a way that somehow made me feel safe. The gnawing on my bottom lip stopped for a moment as I stared up into his eyes. "You can talk to me," He said. 

"I... feel..." I paused, embarrassed, but he just kept staring at me. "Confused. I feel confused." 

"About me?" He asked, and I nodded after a moment of silence. "I want you, Skye. I want to be your dominant, as does my brother, but that's a conversation for a different time." He said. 

"My dominant?" I asked, nervously licking my lips. "Like..." Images of pornography watched under my blankets on my phone flashed through my head, making my heartbeat pick up the pace a little. I felt my cheeks heating up, as he smirked. 

"Like...?" He prompted.

"Like... in videos..." I said softly. I was afraid he wouldn't understand what I was saying, but a look of realization passed his face.

"Kind of. It's a lot different than what's depicted in porn. In porn everything is only sexual, in real BDSM it's more intimate, while also being sexual at times. In real BDSM, it's not centered on the intercourse, it's centered on the give and take of control." Abel said, leaning over me and putting his hand by my head. 

"Give and take..." I murmured, looking up into his eyes. He smirked a little and pinned me against the wall. I was breathless as anticipation raced up and down my spine. I was shaking, not really even sure if it was related to the feeling of his breath ghosting my face, or the smell of his cologne and aftershave. The combination of the two, though, was enough to make me feel very hot.