Fuck, her voice. I’ve only heard it like this a few times, but I love it. Sweet, breathy, soft. There isn’t a word that truly describes it, but that’s partly because the tone itself is only half of the reason I love it so much. The glassiness of her eyes confirm it for me.
I grin, pushing her hair back from her flushed face and pressing a kiss to her lips. She’s slow to respond. “How do you feel?”
“Good,” she tells me with a dopey smile that tears me up inside in the best way. I can’t help but mirror it. “Really good.”
“Yeah, you look like you feel really good.”
I reach up for her hand, keeping my touch light so she just thinks I’m playing with her fingers or being affectionate. Her eyes slip closed. The cuffs are padded, but that doesn’t mean there’s not the potential for a circulation issue, and if we’re going to continue while her mind isn’t one hundred percent present to tell me if something’s wrong, I need to run through the checks without pulling her out of her headspace.
“Do you still want to continue with the vibrator?” I ask her, knowing full well there’s every possibility she may not understand me completely. I don’t know how deep into subspace she’ll go, or if she’s even familiar with the sensation enough to be able to tell me. We’ve never really talked about this, and I know that’s shitty of me as a Dominant, but I try to lessen the amount of serious conversations we have to prevent triggering her desire to bolt.
“Yes, sir,” she says, her eyes fluttering open again.
God, she’s pretty like this.
I should slow things down, but I’m reluctant to do anything that would pull her out of this headspace. I want this peace for her more than I’ve ever wanted anything else in my life. I still don’t know everything there is to know about Austin, and I don’t think she’ll ever let me, but I think it’s safe to say she doesn’t get to experience peace very often.
I love Austin Taylor so goddamn much.
I love her when she’s being a brat and giving me hell and a headache at the same time.
I love her when she’s angry with me, tossing verbal grenades and not giving a shit where they land.
I wouldn’t say that I love her submissivenessmorethan her brattiness, but I damn sure love it differently. Iearnedthis sweet, soft voice and those glassy eyes and her little yes sirs. It feels as rewarding as busting my ass on the ranch used to.
She squirms in anticipation, reminding me that I’ve left her waiting. It snaps my attention back where it belongs.
“Sorry, baby, I’ve got you,” I swear, spreading her legs wider and lying down in between them. I grit my teeth against the pressure of the mattress against my over-hard cock. She pulls her feet back, bending her knees how I positioned her earlier and I press two fingers inside of her to check her wetness. “Good girl.”
The room is quiet, other than the sound of the vibrator turning back on. Austin usually babbles through silences—quippy little barbs and witty jokes, only ever content with silence if we’re going to sleep for the night. Her uncharacteristic silence unnerves me a little, but the second I press the tip of the vibrator between her pussy lips, her breath hitches so softly that I’m grateful the room was quiet enough for me to hear it after all.
I don’t tease her this time, keeping my gaze on her face as I push the vibrator further inside. It’s not very long, only four inches according to the website, but she always comes so hard on it when she uses it in her shows. I saw a ton of others on the website that I want to get for her, that Iwillget for her, if she’ll just stay for me.
She moans when it’s all the way in. I love her moans, but it’s the whimper she makes when I turn on the clit vibration that really gets me. “That’s it, baby. Does that feel good?”
Austin doesn’t answer me, but I didn’t really expect her to. I match my pace to what she likes when we fuck. Her hips tilt lazily, trying to meet my thrusts. The chain on her cuffs jangle and my eyes dart up to them, but she’s just rolling her wrists, not trying to pull free.
I tap the vibrations of both parts of the toy up another level just to hear her moan again. “Maddie,” she whines again, breathy and needy as her back arches.
“I know, baby,” I say, voice disgustingly sweet as my eyes hyper-focus on the way she takes the toy. I can’t even control it when my hips start to rut against the bed for relief again.
Fuck it. I’m not having sex with her tonight, so I might as well embrace the fact that I’m going to come in my pants again like a fucking teenager. I match the movements of my hips tothose of the toy, trying to trick my brain into thinking it’s inside her hot, wet pussy.
I bring my fingers up to my lips to catch some spit and reach for her breast, rolling her nipple between them softly so I don’t overstimulate her more than I’m meaning to. Her whimpers and whines start coming faster, her hips rolling. I work mine to keep up with hers, even though her movements are far jerkier.
“Come on, Tex. Give it to me,” I beg, voice strained with the effort of holding my own orgasm back. I don’t know if she even registers what I’m saying, but the chain on her cuffs jangles again as her back arches in a way that damn near looks painful.
I push the toy all the way in, until the rabbit ears are flush with her clit. She’s so quiet, I think I’m misreading things at first and a tiny sliver of panic hits me. But then—the tiniest sigh, the pressure of her bent legs against me, the clenching of her pussy around the toy.
“Ffffffuck,” I moan out, sinking my teeth in her thigh as I hump the bed like a fucking mutt. My hand tingles from the vibration of the vibrator, but it’s easy to ignore as my cock starts unloading in my sweatpants. I pull my mouth away from her before I accidentally do more damage than I mean to and press my forehead against her instead, rutting until my cock’s spent.
Austin’s either still coming or coming again, and I’d venture to guess it’s the second one. Five orgasms seem sufficient enough, so I start lowering the intensity of the vibrations one click at a time.
“Such. A. Good. Girl,” I pant between kisses pressed to her thigh. I watch her face when I pull the toy out of her. The last thing I want is to end the scene prematurely and give her whiplash, but I don’t know that continuing past this when she’s clearly teetering toward a deeper subspace is the best idea.
She whimpers, tugging against the restraints again, and I shush her gently, sliding my hands up her thighs to ground her. “You’re okay, baby. You were so good for me, Aus. Came so fucking prettily.”
My praise gets mindless. I’m not sure she can really register the exact words anyway, probably just my tone. We’ll talk it out tomorrow—see what her experience with subspace is, how she feels during it, what details she remembers and what was lost in the haze.
