He won’t hurt me. He won’t hurt me. He won’t?—
He pulls me up. I suck in air as soon as my head breaches the water. He steadies me, studying my face like I’m a netted fish. I gasp and sputter and lean against him. He’s solid as a boulder and a lighthouse built on the rocks. Danger and protection all in one.
I quiet and let my forehead lean against the stone slab of his chest. He tucks a strand of wet hair behind my ear, his fingers gentle.
“Were you afraid that I would kill you?”
“No. Never.”
“You’re right, little bird. I’m not going to kill you. I’m going to keep you.”
I shake my head, not in denial but from overwhelm. His hand slides lower, spanning my breastbone, and I shudder. I need his hand to continue its descent.
“You belong to me. This heart beats for me. Every breath you take from this moment on will be because I allow it.”
He’s loving this. He’s got a god delusion. He enjoys playing with deadly power, deciding who lives and who dies. “You don’t?—”
He pushes me under again. This time, I take a bigger breath and keep it. I seal my mouth shut as the pool swallows me whole.
I let myself go limp in his grip. My lungs are full and buoyant, so I can enjoy floating in the liminal space between light and shadow, with my hair a dark cloud swirling above my head. The spike of fear is followed by acceptance.
I reach out and place my hands on the front of his thighs. I’m not clawing for air but seeking connection. His muscles are so large I can’t grip them. I rest my palms and let the contact calm me. I could stay here forever, suspended with his firm hand collaring my neck.
He lets me up before my air runs out. I let myself sway, passive in his arms.
“Good girl. I love how you submit to me.” He hoists me up, steadying me against him with his hands under my buttocks. I tighten my legs around his waist. “You okay?”
I nod, and he presses his forehead against mine, peering into my eyes.
“Oh yeah, you are. You’re already at peace.” He rocks me a little. “You did a bad thing, coming here to meet St. James. But you can make it up to me. Okay?”
“Okay.” It’s so easy, giving into him. And wonderful. Why would I fight?
“Good.” He sets me down and offers his hand to me. “Dig your nails into my palm.” I do it, confused. My nails leave red marks on his skin. “That’s it. That’s your safe word for this, understand?” He sets my hands on top of my head, keeping my fingers tucked in his palm. “On your knees and open your mouth for me.”
* * *
Rex
I don’t pushher down this time. I don’t have to. She folds her legs and slides under the water herself. I exert the slightest pressure on her head to keep her under. Her fingers remain lax in my palm.
With one hand on her head and the other on my cock, I guide her face to my groin.
We’ve never done this before. I was looking forward to training her to suck me the way I like, but the mere brush of her lips was enough to make sensations shoot up my spine. Her lips latch onto the head, tightening with delicious suction. I rock my hips forward, seeking more of her mouth. Her tongue swirls along the underside of my dick, and my knees almost buckle.
All too soon, I have to pull her up to take a breath. She gasps, mouth open. Her mascara streams in black trails down her cheeks. I take my hand off her head to swipe my thumb through the proof of her submission. She keeps her hands where I put them.
“You like that?” I ask, and she nods. “You’re doing so well. No hands, now, remember.”
She sinks down and seeks out my dick herself. I give myself over to pleasure, letting her explore me with her tongue.
Every so often, I tug her up to check on her. She resists at first as if she doesn’t want to take a break for air.
I let her choose how deep to take me until my balls tighten, and I know I’m close.
I pull her up one last time, noting her blown pupils. The puffiness of her lips. The water droplets clinging to the tips of her black lashes and the way they sparkle like diamonds.
“Last time. Relax your throat.” I wait for her assent and shove her down. I take control, maneuvering her head onto my cock, and forcing her up and down. She grips my hand, and I pause to make sure she’s not invoking her safe word. But she thrusts her head forward on her own and swallows me down like a pro.
