Inflicting Pain (gxg)

● T W E N T Y - S E V E N | Submissive ●

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Being submissive is finding a kind of peace in letting go and beauty in trusting. It's not about giving up control, but about choosing to trust someone enough to surrender willingly, with love. Submission doesn't mean losing oneself to someone else's desires; it's allowing yourself to lean into a love that feels safe and steady. It's giving a part of yourself with trust and care, knowing that in being vulnerable, you're actually showing your deepest strength.

My arms clung tightly to Quinn's neck, my legs wrapped around her hips as she effortlessly carried me upstairs. We were both wearing bathrobes, yes, still fresh from washing each other in the shower. Our lips were still locked together as we reached my room. Quinn pressed my back against the wall, her body pressing against mine, our mouths tasting each other with an urgency that felt electric. Our lips twirled, teasing and sucking, savoring the sweetness of the moment. Groans and moans mingled as we explored each other, hungry for more. Our eyes sparkled with lust, desire, and love, a fiery eagerness to share this moment, to be lost in each other completely.

Quinn continued carrying me until she gently placed me on the edge of the bed. As our lips parted, she tilted her head to the side, her gaze falling on the table near the footboard. There, a spread of food I had prepared awaited us: a bowl of popcorn, pizza bread, nachos with queso dip, refreshing lemonades, and strawberries and a caned whipped cream. Her smile widened at the sight before she turned her attention back to me.

"Did you really go through the trouble of preparing all this, gorgeous?" she asked, her cheeks flushing with delight.

I hummed, shrugging slightly. "Not much. I just thought we could watch a movie and chill while you're here."

"Mmm... Sounds fun. What do you have for dessert?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued.

"Strawberries and whipped cream," I replied, my voice light.

She hummed again, but this time with a teasing lilt. "Not sweet enough, gorgeous."

My eyebrows furrowed as I crossed my arms, feigning annoyance. "Yeah? Sorry, that's all I have right now. You should've told me what you wanted beforehand," I replied, my tone dripping with sarcasm.

She gently cupped my cheek, a playful grin spreading across her face. "Oh! I'll tell you what I want for dessert in a few," she teased. I was momentarily confused, but my thoughts scattered as she took my hands and pulled me to my feet.

Her hands slipped inside my robe, fingers gliding over my skin with a featherlight touch, exploring every inch of my upper body. She traced circles on my belly and waist with one hand while the other softly caressed my breast, sending shivers down my spine.

Leaning in closer, she planted tender kisses on my shoulder before moving to my neck, where she left bite marks and suckled my skin gently. Her warm breath brushed against my skin, and the feel of her body grazing against mine was intoxicating. Each touch and kiss was overwhelming, igniting a fire within me that I could hardly contain.

Her lips traveled up to my ear, grazing against my skin before she playfully bit it, then slowly nibbled, sending waves of warmth and tingles throughout my body. The gentle caress of her fingers made my hair stand on end, every touch igniting a spark within me.

"Can I skip the rest of the food and go straight to dessert, gorgeous?" Her voice was low and seductive, her breath brushing against my skin and intensifying my desire.

A soft moan slipped from my lips as I instinctively bit down on my lip, trying to suppress the pleasure. "I thought that wasn't sweet enough for you, Quinn?" I managed to reply, my breaths coming out in gasps, my heart racing at the intensity of the moment.