Submissive Desires

Fifteen

He moved off. There were noises in the kitchen, and he came back with a little warm milk, two warm brownies, a lit candle, and the smaller suitcase. He turned the light off and settled the candle nearby.

"Is this going to hurt?"

"You'll be sore tomorrow. Maybe very sore. But I'm not going to inflict deliberate pain. If things get intense enough you'll stop processing sensations in recognizable ways, though."

"What's the candle for?"

"Light."

"Because I've heard of the hot wax thing."

"I am not into that. Now, can you do a lotus position?"

I shifted, already a little sore, and got into one. His hands moved over me, straightening my posture. When he was satisfied, he handed me a brownie and the milk. He knelt facing me, smiling a little, and nibbled. "Go ahead, eat and drink."

I did, slowly. The position was calming, and so were the food, but anticipation and fear still sang through me. "Stefan, I'm putting so much trust in you right now."

"You are. But Sy will be home in a bit and she's pretty protective of you. I'm stalling a little so she'll be nearby for this."

"It's weird that you coordinate with her."

"I don't know if she'd be so helpful to my cause if Andrei wasn't insisting. She's adamant that she only wanted you to understand her life, not share it. I think she feels guilty."

"She better." I finished the brownie.

"So." He pulled the suitcase onto the bed and opened it. He drew out a bottle of something white, and, of all things, a rose in a wrapper. "You unfold your pretty body and lay your head against my legs, and stretch out your limbs. This," held up the bottle "is skin lotion, ginger and citrus. I like the smell and it will make you more alert and more aware of your surroundings."

"I think the terror is already doing that."

"Good, good," he said soothingly. I uncurled, and got on my back, legs out, arms loose at my sides, resting my head in his lap.

"Close your eyes." And they fluttered closed.

Slowly, he worked the crème into my skin. He started with my face, massaging very slowly and lightly, and them my neck, more firmly. Then the shoulders. The smell was light, but got inside my head.

Then my breasts. He avoided the nipples, but they were immediately so hard I gave a little gasp. He was firm with my breasts, and my body responded; my limbs became restless. He ran his hands down my arms to quiet them, and my lips parted. His hands stroked under my arms and along my sides. He had large hands and I was so aware of them now, aware of the strength of them.

Then my belly, and it tightened under his caress. The touch was feather-light, and in seconds my legs were rubbing together. The arousal was building again, but unlike the sudden sharp flashes and hot burning needs I'd felt all day, this was slow... slow and relentless, like a tide. Every part of me wanted his hands now.

My hips. Then was when I moaned. He'd gripped my hips brutally when he'd taken me and now his touch was different. This was about me, not about him. My body loved it, and my hips tilted, begging his hands to slide inward. He chuckled, softly. "Your breathing says so much about your feelings."

"Promise me this ends with me getting fucked again."

"It will, but it's a small part of what you will feel."

My thighs. That was maddening. The slight pressure, parting them... my clit was throbbing. His fingers worked into the vee of my torso but would not stray the last inch to my clit. I could not hold still.