I do just that, not breaking eye contact with him. I need this so bad and he knows it. Admitting that I’ve been struggling lately is hard for me, and I know how he can make me feel, what kind of mindset he can put me in, and I crave it. I need him. If these two weeks have proven anything, it’s that Dax is the man I need in my life. His patience is astounding, his care for me is otherworldly, and I know what it is, but it’s hard to voice it. It’s too soon.
My shirt and bra are off. I slide my skirt down and toss it at Dax. He gives me his crooked cocky smile before I slide off my panties and place them in his palm. As he did the first night in my living room, he brings them to his face and sniffs before grabbing my forearm and leading me over his lap. Placing my head on the pillow he placed there for me. I won’t lie, the configuration is comfortable.
“Do you remember your safe word?” I nod my head and he swats my ass. “Words, pet.”
“Planchette,” I say.
“Good girl,” he replies, his hands kneading my ass cheeks. Not hard, but it’s a warning nonetheless about what’s to come.
“I’ve missed this ass,” he says. As his hand leaves my cheek and quickly descends back down on my flesh. I groan and jerk in his lap, my hands moving to protect my ass. I don’t remember him hitting me that hard last time. “Ah, ah. I can’t have you hurting my sweet little witch’s hands.”
His shadows that I have become so fond of wrap around my wrists, pinning them to my back. Even if I tried to wiggle out of their grasp, I wouldn’t be able to. Another tendril of the smoke caresses my face.
“You know you’re my girl, right and I would never hurt you. This is what you want?”
“Yes, daddy,” I reply relaxing into his touch. The first slap hurt and shocked me. But I know what it can feel like when he brings me to the edge of intolerable pain and brings me so much pleasure.
Smack.
The slap startles me, but this time I don’t try to get out of his lap. I take it, his large hand hitting my left cheek and then right.
I feel my body relax against his. The pain making me wet, and I can’t help it when I attempt to rub my thighs together.
His next slap is where my ass meets my thigh and another yelp escapes me.
“Is that good, Blair?” he asks.
“I need you,” I say. Part of me wanting him to hit me harder, the other part wanting him to fuck me senseless. I’m nearly at the point of being a limp, carefree doll in his hands as he kneads my tender ass before slapping it again.
“I’ll always be here when you need this, Blair. When you need to get out of that beautiful head of yours. You’re mine to take care of.”Smack.“Mine to cherish.”Smack.“Mine to love.”Smack.
The sound of the last blow ricochets in the room and it’s like bells ringing in my ears. His shadows are gone from my wrists immediately as I sit up and straddle his lap. I wince as my ass touches his jean clad thighs but watch his expression. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Dax be shy before. He looks like he’s worried I’m going to run for the hills or not say it back.
“Yours to love?” I ask.
He nods his head, and his hands wrap around my waist. “That timing probably wasn’t my most profound. These sessions are just as cathartic for me as they are for you. I do love you, Blair. I meant everything I said.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and squeeze him tight. “I love you too, you know.”
Since my face is pressed into his neck, I can’t see him smile, but I feel it. My heart is pounding in my chest as I pull back from the hug and smash my lips against his. He moans into my mouth as I take control and deepen the kiss even further. I show him with each passing of my tongue how much I want him, how much he means to me.
Needing more, needing him inside of me, I lift my weight off of his lap, bracing my knees on the mattress and snaking my hands between us to unclasp his jeans and unzip the zipper. He helps me by sliding his pants down as I free his cock from the confines of his briefs.
Without our lips parting, I fist his length and push him inside of me. Dax groans in my mouth as I sink down on his cock, taking him fully.
I can’t help when a little keening noise leaves me as I grip his shoulders and ride him.
“How could I ever live without this pussy?” he asks and I feel myself clench around him. “Does my little demon have any shadows of her own?”
I concentrate hard, just like I did with the portal, imagining what I can do. I watch as a small tendril expands from me. It’s like it comes from me, but I don’t know where I start and it begins. The tendril tenderly pushes Dax’s hair back before it pushes his face into my breasts. I swear I nearly suffocate him as I bring his face to my chest. His hands grip my ribcage right beneath the curve of my tits.
His tongue reaches out, lavishing my nipple and playing with the piercing. The tendril is like an extension of me as it plays with Dax’s hair. I bounce on his cock slowly, grinding my clit against his pelvis.
With Dax’s hands wrapped around my waist, I’m shocked at the sensation of his shadows spreading my ass apart, gripping me to move faster. I’m intrigued and I can’t help myself when I have a tendril of my own magic wrap around his.
“Fuck,” Dax hisses, his mouth popping off of my nipple as he looks up at me. “Come on daddy’s cock, little witch.”
As soon as the words come out of his mouth, my pace picks up. I’m moving against him, trying to find my pleasure.
