Submissive cravings

Chapter 6

~JAIME’S POV~

I was watching “Clifford: The big red dog” with my rather sleepy cousin, yeah that’s how I roll; when I heard a knock at the door. I tried to guess who could it be when it hit me.

Alfred.

“Please, no! God; let it not be Alfred. Not right now.” I thought growing worried.

Alfred lived only a few miles away and he owned a bakery store; so, whenever his cakes and muffins didn’t get sold, he just visited his neighbours’ houses and hardly left unless you bought him something.

Truth be told, I had nothing against his products, they actually were delicious; but I couldn’t stand just how much he talked, non-fucking-stop, and while I normally would find it hard to handle, right now was going to be impossible.

A second knock at the door shook me away from my speculations.

“Who is it?” I shouted as I stood, ready to face my fate.

“…Umhh… It’s me, Vic.” A familiar voice replied.

A broad smile crossed my face. I knew it!

People didn’t just leave me wanting more and disappeared, on the contrary, they were the ones begging me to stay… I had an effect on them; one I feared I had lost after the little rebel went away apparently so easy. But he came back, and that was all that mattered now.

“Jaime, are you there?” Vic said timidly, not knocking the door.

I took a deep breath and opened it in a quick movement.

Outside I saw Vic playing nervously with the many bracelets he had. He smiled when he saw me.

“Hey! Weren’t you on your way to visit your friend?” I asked casually. I wasn’t going to make it easy for him this time…if he wanted something, he would have to say it out loud.

“I…I couldn’t.” Vic murmured starting to blush.

Fuck. His slightly pink cheeks were triggering all kind of sexual thoughts I had to quickly dismiss in order to keep my composure; but it was hard... I had been horny since I first met him; it was about damn time I got a release.

“You couldn’t what?” I demanded impatiently.

Vic looked at the floor, blushing completely now. I could tell my gaze was intimidating him as hell. Too bad for him. Even though I found his reactions rather sweet and adorable, I loved power and control more so I wasn’t quitting looking. If anything, I was going to make it more intense until he couldn’t stand it anymore and submit.

The little rebel sighed.

“I couldn’t help but think about what happened between us and I came to the realization that…that I wanted more…even if that means I’m fucking gay or whatever…I…I’m done pleasing other people but me” Vic revealed still not looking at me.

Oh, this was getting better and better.

“But honey…” I said stepping closer, circling him then, placing my hands on his little but broad back. “…I want you to please me…” I continued letting my hands move to his lower back, then to his marked abs, finally reaching the line of his jeans. I hugged Vic tight, wanting him to feel my erection on his entrance. A low moan escaped his lips.

“ …So bad.” I finished, letting go of him completely, in a quick and calculated movement.

Vic gasped losing equilibrium for a moment; clearly not expecting what I had done.

Afterwards, he faced me looking determined as hell.

“Alright, I think I can please you… I’ll try to. Just…touch me. Even hurt me physically if you want, you’d be surprised how much I can take. Do it, please.” Vic implored, before licking his lips as if he were thirsty. His eyes were so black I couldn’t distinguish his pupil from the iris. Lust was taking over him.

I smirked. His true submissive self was almost out. Pain desires included. Only one more thing had to be mentioned.

“I can touch you…” I uttered stepping closer to him until I was able to massage his shoulders while shooting him my most enticing look. We were so close. “…I can hurt you…” I continued reaching with my hand for his medium long hair and pulling it hard, making his head fell back and leaving his neck exposed as a result. His Adam’s apple stood out, and I found myself stopping the urge to kiss it. Not now. Vic cried a little and I let go. “But still something is missing. Don’t you feel it?” I whispered teasingly in his ear.

Vic swallowed and opened his mouth a little but then closed it again, deciding to stay quiet. So sub-like.

“…Being used darling, that’s missing; rather essential though. You can’t possibly be a proper submissive if you don’t adore being used. But in your case is just admitting it, I’ve already realized you over-enjoy it.” I concluded.

The fucker now looked confused. Dammit, not again.

I lowered my hand to his pants and managed to grab his hard member. I stroked him fast, just wanting to prove my point. When he started groaning I stopped and squeezed it a little. He opened his mouth probably to let a scream out but I impeded that by crushing my lips against his. Vic's hand was moving to my hair when I stepped back. Again, he wasn’t expecting it. He looked at me surprised, with his hand still hanging in the air.

“See Vic, you take it like a little good sub. What I give you take it. You didn’t even flinch when I reached for your dick; then you did reacted but not objected when I transformed your pleasure into pain. And finally, the kiss, you were so receptive…” I paused giving him reassuring smile.

“It’s okay. It’s perfectly okay to admit it; you won’t be any less you for admitting it. On the contrary, you will feel at peace with yourself. Besides, you won’t be alone Vic. I’m here. I will satisfy your darkest submissive cravings. Just let it out.” I insisted.

Not a single word came out from his mouth.

“C'mon, we are so close!” I thought, afraid that the denial stuff appeared again.

“I…I…I admit it. Okay…” Vic gasped for air to continue “I think I do like being used. By you, at least. I…I’ll take what you give me.” He shyly proclaimed, trying as hard as he could to maintain his dark eyes fixed on mine. Finally!

“Like a good sub.” I concluded winking at him.

My little good sub.