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After one squeak, she lay there, staring up, her hands on my biceps like she was checking them out in a subtle way.
“Such little fingers you have.” I pecked at her mouth but couldn’t resist deepening the kiss. Then I wedged my leg between hers and leaned some weight on her there. Her eyelids fluttered down and she groaned softly. Magic. “See. This you love. Being mine. My submissive.”
Her eyes flashed open and after a second she threw back, “That’s still negotiable. If I say no, in the BDSM world that means you back away? Yes?”
Except when it came to what Gregor wanted, but I didn’t think for a moment that she meant that. And he could get fucked. This was us.
“Yes. But I’ve seen a fair few people, men and women, explore their kinks over the years.” I leaned on one elbow and swept some stray hairs from her face. “Once they find out their kinks most never go back to vanilla. It’s like crack, cocaine, and a lottery ticket all rolled into one. ”
She blinked up at me, frowning. The woman was overthinking, again. There was no better way to prove she didn’t want me to back away than to show her.
I shifted to straddle her hips then I took her wrists, ignoring her yanks to get free.
“Hey!”
I gathered them in one hand and pinned them to the pillow above her head then I pressed my fingers over her mouth, firm and a little rough. After a few wriggles, her breathing ceased, and she shut her eyes. A moment later, Jazmine sucked in some deeper breaths through her nose and past my fingers. Her tongue licked out, once, like she was checking it was me.
Cute. My balls liked that.
Arousal. For sure. On my part too. I shifted to get my dick more comfortable.
Damn, the things I longed to do to this woman. Guilt flickered in. What Gregor was getting me to do was like handing a plate of lobster and caviar to a starving food lover.
I loosened my fingers, lightly slapped her face, and grabbed a nice big hold of one breast, crushing in a little until it had to hurt. Though her eyes flew open, she said nothing except a muffled fuck in surprise. I felt her hips arch upward.
I know my own eyes were wide as hell right then.
I checked her out, hard smile on my face. Damn, this was sexy.
“Plenty of time for a no there, but you didn’t say it, because you love me taking control.” I waited. “Don’t speak again while I look at you. If you do, I will punish you.”
Ja, for sure I would, I might even go beyond what she liked, just because I could.
Her small shudder thrilled me. I was dead on target, clearly. Her nipples had peaked, small and tight. I took my time examining my girl and handling her like she was my little pet ready for a show.
We should think up a safeword but then again, if she ever really said no, I’d stop, wouldn’t I? God, there was an extra added thrill to having no mechanism for her to stop me.
Exhilarating was the best description.
There was always that tendency to push. Dangerous, maybe. This situation begged me to go one better, harder, nastier. I could control it.
I could.
If there was one thing she stirred in me more than wanting to see her squeal and those red marks come into being on her skin, it was a desire to hide her away so that no one could harm her again. The difference between pain and harm had never been so clear to me. What I did to her, she wanted. What Gregor and his client wanted done to her could lead us god knew where. Sobering.
That night I convinced her to let me share the bed by simply telling her it was so. The satisfaction I got from that was immense. Ridiculous maybe, considering. Fuck though, I’d never had a woman react to me like this.
With Jazmine, now that I’d established who was boss, she was happier. Her smiles warmed me whenever I touched her, swatted her ass, kissed her, or grabbed her for a hug.
Elenor had been my only love after high school. We’d meshed like Ken and Barbie, discovered our love of the S and m dynamic together, ventured into the local Cape Town kinky scene and made some friends without being too involved. Being a cop had made me wary of outing myself, but I’d known all about Dominance and submission. Jazmine was submissive to me at least, maybe not to other men. One thing I’d learned from seeing my friends get their kink on was that everyone was a little different. No two relationships were the same.
If she responded submissively to me only, I didn’t give a fuck. If anything, I liked it better that way.
This was the most tragic of times to find a woman who seemed my kinky soul mate.
The longer I stayed here and suffered, the more this place would grind me down if I didn’t have a way to deflect. By helping her to survive, I was helping myself too. I wasn’t invincible in body or mind. Neither of us were.
My life motto came in handy. I was never giving up on getting both of us out of here alive and intact.
