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“Mm-hm.” She places an open-mouth kiss on my right pec, and I freeze, waiting to see what she’ll do next.
I always want Sin to lead me. I want her to have complete and total control over me.
She looks up at me with those big, blue eyes, concerned. “Are you okay?”
“Of course,” I rush out. “Why?”
“You stopped moving. I needed to be sure you were with me.”
Consent.
“I’m always with you.” I mean it with all my soul.
Her energy changes before my eyes, and all that remains is love and adoration that pierces my chest, deep.
“I worry about you.” Her voice is small, and her hand comes up to stroke the side of my face before running through my hair. “I can’t help it. I love you, and I would never do anything to hurt you.”
“There are times I’ll want you to, love. Times when I’ll need you to.”
A fire burns in those bright blue eyes of hers. “I will always give you what you need, Garen. Without hesitation.”
“There are a lot of fucked up thoughts in my head. A lot of fucked up things that have happened to me. But you are my safe space, Sin. My space to explore my feelings. Wants. Desires.”
“And I’m honored to be that for you.” She leans up to peck my lips lightly. “Tell me what you need, Garen.”
Deep shame floods my system at the thought that comes to my mind. I shouldn’t want this. I should run from this.
Sin’s hands cup my face and she gently pulls my gaze back to her. “I’m here to love and help you. To protect you. Always.”
My mouth opens, but the words won’t come. I swallow and try again, voice quiet and hoarse.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Sin, my beautiful, loving Sin, doesn’t react. She simply pulls the blanket from our wrapped bodies, gets to her feet, and takes my hand.
My safe word is guava. Something I can’t recall ever having said in my lifetime.
So, it’s perfect.
Sin let me choose if I wanted to set this up like a BDSM scene or keep it casual. I decided on casual, something that felt less theatrical and more natural. Comfortable.
I stand nude before my Omega, and she mirrors my state, both of us completely vulnerable. She’s taken so much care in ensuring that I’m all right, that I feel at ease. And I do. Wholeheartedly.
“Tell me how you fantasize this happening. What are you doing? What’s being done to you?”
I can do this. It’s Sin. Our love. She won’t judge.
“I… imagine being bent over something. A table or the arm of a chair, maybe. And while I’m being fucked, I’m also…” I clear my throat. “I’m having a wank.”
“You’re doing it to yourself?”
I nod, yes.
“Thank you for sharing this with me, Garen. We’re going to take it slow. You are going to tell me your ‘go’ word whenever I ask. Clear?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“And what’s your ‘go’ word?”
