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I wantto ask ten thousand questions, but I know not to ask them since his demeanor has shifted, and what we shared upstairs has given us a sense of deeper companionship. Instead, I chirp occasionally about the gorgeous view, the lovely food, and the weather.
He ishappy to engage in small talk. When we have both finished, Erik puts his knife and fork together, pushes his plate away, sits back in his chair, and looks at me. I follow his lead and do the same, picking up my glass of water to wash down the meal.
When I turnto look at him, I find him staring with an intensity. “Everything okay?” I ask hesitantly, wondering if something is wrong.
“Everything is different, little one.”
“Everything is different in a bad way?”I ask nervously.
“Everything isdifferent in an unexpected way. As a Dom, I have prided myself on my confidence in any scene or dynamic. I haven't participated in many intimate dynamics. This is my most intimate one; I've never truly given myself over so fully… until you. Now, I’ve experienced something with you that I didn’t even know was possible. To feel completely vulnerable as a man with a woman is not typical, and for me personally, it is unexpected.”
“I can understand that.As a submissive, I never thought I would feel empowered to dominate in a moment while not fully being a Domme, if that makes sense," I murmur.
“It does make sense.I always thought I would Dom my long-term partner in my lactation dynamic by tying up her breasts while her arms were outstretched above her head and flogging them.”
I trymy hardest to keep my face neutral as I reply, “What part of that has changed?” my voice squeaks.
"The desire toflog you has changed. It was easier to imagine flogging you before you allowed me to suckle in your arms and stroked me to completion. Now I can’t even consider doing that. The way I’ve Dommed a scene or a submissive in the past has changed since you and I have entered into an exclusive relationship.”
“Isthis change bad for you or something you like?” I ask.
Ifeel a sense of remorse,as if I caused a problem between us. “Nothing about the current situation is bad. I regret nothing. I have just never wanted something other than full control as a Dom.”
“I lovethat I’m learning more about myself with you, as you seem to be learning about yourself with me,” I say with a husky voice.
“I lovethat we’re learning together. This is more than I think either of us have experienced with previous partners, and I love the process of falling deeper in love with you. Now, little one, let me grab us some ice cream and keep you topped up with water.”
I smile back at him,pleased that I haven’t ruined anything between us, as that is always a deep concern of mine, and grateful for the ice cream. And if I’m being honest, I’m pleased to avoid the flogging. I enjoy pain with my pleasure, but when my breasts are fully engorged, that’s a level of pain I don’t want.
We enjoy our desserts,Erik sitting quietly contemplating. Once we are both finished, he leads me back into our bedroom.
Having taken so longto finally drain my breasts, they are not as full as they’d usually be by now. He guides me to the edge of the bed and says, “Sit.”
I doas he asks as he turns and walks over to a set of drawers and returns with soft rope. I feel as though I can predict the outcome. He sits on the bed next to me and faces me, a wicked sparkle in his eyes, but I don’t distrust them. I’m pleased he’s found a new iteration.
He moveshis attention to my dress and wordlessly begins to undo each button slowly, taking his time peeling me naked for him. I feel his fingers against my body, but they only brush against my skin.
Every time a button opens,he takes in the next exposed part of my body before moving to the next one as if he’s seeing my skin underneath for the first time all over again. When he gets to the last button, he pushes the fabric from both my shoulders, letting it fall down my arms, where I let it pool on the bed.
His hands stayon my bare shoulders, and he runs them up my neck, the contact making my breathing hitch. His eyes follow his hands until he eases my neck toward him and lowers his face to take my lips.
His hands moveup the back of my neck to cradle me into him; his soft lips kiss me tentatively, taking his time to open his mouth and explore mine. The kiss embodies a fleeting instance of renewed passion; I find myself completely immersed in this man.
His tongue seeksmine and coaxes it to play with his. His mouth feels soft and welcoming, his tongue gentle as it massagesmy own. I reach for him; my hands travel over his covered body, appreciating the fabric that allows my fingers to slide up his frame easily and hold him to me.
His kiss elicitsa sensation akin to foreplay, igniting my nerve endings and a surge of need within my body. Pulling away slightly but not unlocking our lips, Erik runs a thumb over my nipples, the heightened sensitivity making me moan in his mouth.
His mouth smilesaround our kiss. He can’t seem to get enough of the way we are joined; he’s unwilling to break us apart, but continues to stroke over my nipple, sending sparks flying between my legs.
He’s makingme want to push him onto the bed and climb onto him; I'm strongly tempted to take the lead. Tearing his lips from my mouth, he breathes heavily, close enough I can feel his breath across my lips as he says hoarsely, “I’ve changed my mind again. The things you do to me, little one. Come."
He moves backfrom our embrace, taking my wrists, shuffling to the head of the bed. “Lie down, hands above your head.” I do as he asks, resting my head on the soft pillow. I can feel my hands being tied together and connected to his headboard.
I feel stretchedout and exposed, but not frightened. He shuffles down to my side, leaning over my body with his; he continues our kiss, his lips asking for permission to take mine again. I open to him, needing him to kiss and fill me.
I tryto keep up with his pace of temptation, but he’s turning me into a puddle of need, and I kiss him back hungrily, wanting more of him, asking for more of him with my mouth. He senses my shift in arousal as I press my chest against him, needing to feel more of him on my body.
My nipples arehard and yearning for his touch or his mouth. He runs a hand down the side of my face, caressing my skin as my body screams for more. Pulling away from my lips, he lowers his mouth to my neck, nipping, biting, and sucking as he takes his time focusing on the sensitive skin behind my ears and lowering down, covering my body with his as he kisses a path across my shoulders.
