The Diary of Two Doms [BDSM]

Distractions pt.2

As Kyrie lay in Miles's arms she's felt more calm and secure. Since her back was facing Miles's she has the slightest clue if he's fallen asleep nuzzled in her neck, but she's certainly not complaining. All this thinking left her scared and jittery, at least around Miles she could pretend she wasn't so afraid.

Doubt and confusion floods her mind like a tsunami. What will people think of her? How will her family react to such carelessness? She could just feel the judgement pooling at the bottom of her soul. Sure people make mistakes but, she could guarantee that nobody would see it her way... As if the dirty guilt hasn't been eating her up inside.

Kyrie's hands slide down to her lower abdomen, where she's surprised to feel that Miles's hands are resting there as well. Her stomach drops all the way to the floor as Miles places a sweet peck on the side of her neck.

Her hair tickles his sculpted bare chest, causing Miles to wiggle uncomfortably behind her. Nonetheless, he pulls her closer so that not even a pin needle could fit between them.

"Why have we not done this before?" Miles grumbles, sprinkling more kisses down her fevered skin.

"Spoon?" Kyrie retorts.

Miles purses his lips, cringing at the word.

"I'd prefer the term cuddle. It's more intimate." He ratifies.

Miles can admit that he is surprised at how clingy she's been lately, but he isn't at all saying its a bad thing. He'd never seen her this way before. He can only imagine what conflicts are going on internally within her. He doesn't want to press it. He just wants Kyrie to be happy, to make her laugh and take her mind off of everything that's bothering her.

Kyrie snuggles her back deeper into his chest, finding the warmth of his body the remedy to her racing heart. Inside she pleads to not be left alone. She just can't handle hearing her own thoughts...She just can't handle thinking about how she's going to wake up tomorrow and how she's going to live with herself.

"Because dominant-submissive relationships don't specifically require nor approve of 'cuddling', besides you aren't the type."

Miles chuckles, allowing his jaw to clench right up against Kyrie's collarbone. No way was she getting away with this easy.

"What exactly is my type?" He groans playfully, sucking quarter sized bruises on the side of her neck just high enough to milk a soft moan from under her breath.

Kyrie can do nothing but blush, regretting the words coming out of her mouth.

"The type that doesn't cuddle." She responds 'a matter of factly'.

"What a bullshit answer!" Miles laughs back, curling his fingers around her stomach causing her to burst out in laughter.

Kyrie wiggles uncontrollably beside him, gasping for air between his unmerciful tickle attacks.

"Okay! Okay! Miles stop I can't breath!" She giggles, scrunching her shoulders as Miles continues to kiss her neck.

It was something about these kisses that were different from the last ones. These weren't the sweet little pecks and hickey marks...no, these were more heated...soulful...and arousing.

Kyrie can feel a moan wanting to rise and does her best to keep it down. Yet the exotic scent of his skin and the phosphorescent glow of Miles's desire sends her body plummeting! That is, until his passion filled lips continue to suckle at the skin of her collarbone.