A small whimper escapes her lips as her skin erupts into goosebumps.
“Are you cold?”
“No… uh, that feels… good,” she gasps as my hands trail lower.
“Have you ever had a massage before?”
“Once, but it was a female masseuse. I wasn’t sure I could handle a man.”
“Are you feeling brave enough to handle it now?” I ask, crossing to the cabinets to grab some massage oil.
“I would like to try, sir.”
I pause my movements the second the honorific escapes her mouth. Many a sub has called me sir. That and “daddy” are my preferred titles. But it’s never stopped me in my goddamn tracks like it does every time she says it. Taking a second to calm my heart and my hard-on, I blow out a slow breath as I stalk toward her. Once I lather my hands in oil, I slowly smooth them along her shoulders and arms. I’m thorough with my movements, careful to spread the massage oil evenly as I work out a few small knots in her shoulder.
“Oh, frick, that feels good,” she moans before she instantly tenses, muttering, “Sorry, sir.”
“You can speak freely,” I say, suddenly desperate to hear every thought in her pretty head. What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Sorry, I thought I wasn’t supposed to speak unless given permission, like last time.”
“Would you like that? For me to have that kind of control over you? Are you willing to submit your speech to me again?”
“It was hard at first. I tend to ramble. But after a while, it was nice not having to share every thought or tangent in my brain.”
My mind is at odds with giving her exactly that, and getting her to open up more about her nightmares when she continues.
“At times, in my dream, I’m unable to speak because of the fear or the way he’s pinning me to the bed, holding myarms, or straddling me while he pushes down on my windpipe. I want to say something, but I can’t. So it’s nice to be given the choice not to speak, to know I’m safe not to, and to only have to do it when commanded. My brain was oddly at peace.”
What the fuck do I say to that? The way she just summed up the reason why she’d make a perfect submissive, just beautifully explained the reason why I crave this type of dynamic, has more than just my cock swelling. She needs to give up her control for peace, and I need to harness her power and push it to the limits for mine.
This girl is the yin to my yang, perfectly matched to crave the very thing only I can give her, and there’s not a damn thing I can do to stop it. Our demise feels like a foregone conclusion, because this can only end badly.
I should walk away, but she wiggles her ass ever so slightly, and I clench my fist to avoid spanking it. Instead, I decide to keep her talking as a distraction.
“After looking over your intake form, I noticed you selected primal play as an area you were open to exploring. Can I ask why?”
She tenses under me before releasing a deep exhale. “For the same reason I checked off an interest in breath play, to take back my power. Whether he’s chasing me, or pinning me down, he has control over me, and I need that control back. I don’t want to live in fear forever.”
“I want to try something, but it’s going to require your total trust in me, and if you feel unsafe, you can use your safe word and I will stop immediately. Can you do that for me?”
“O–okay,” she says hesitantly, turning her head to peek at me over her shoulder. I reach up and hold her chin between my fingers. “I trust you, sir.”
It takes everything in me not to tear off my mask, flip her over, and worship her body from head to toe with my tongue. I squeeze my eyes shut as I try to calm the rush of adrenalinecoursing through me at her words, for once grateful for this mask.
After a few cleansing breaths, I resume the massage, gradually increasing the pressure as I work my way down her body. When she is relaxed, I gingerly climb up, straddling her thighs as I run my hands along her spine.
“Wh–what are you doing?” she asks, tensing slightly.
“Use your safe word if you need to tap out. Just know you can trust me, pet.”
A soft moan spills from her lips as I work out some knots just above her ass. Jesus Christ, this ass. I want to spank it and leave my handprint, bite it and leave my mark, fuck it and cover it in my cum.
When I’m satisfied that she’s at ease, I slowly crawl up her body, applying more pressure as I hover over her ass, careful not to put my full weight on her as I continue working upward. I need her to feel me on her, knowing I could hold her down, yet understand that she can wriggle free at any time.
Despite my efforts, she tenses under me. “You’re safe, pet.”
Her breathing picks up, her back rising and falling rapidly beneath my fingers. I’m gentle with my movements as I work my way up her shoulder to the column of her neck, delicately tracing the soft skin there. I want to bite that flesh, mark it with my mouth, claim her, but I can’t.
