Submission.My mind whispers to me. Submission is still power, power to tell him no and he’ll stop, but giving him control in knowing what I need, it’s a breath of fresh air.
I itch for him to tease me, kiss me, show me everything he wants from me.
The way he has been there for me, him and I are learning what it means in the world for us. He’s protective, he knows that Finn is my world, he knows that I would do anything for my students and for my friends. He doesn’t shut me up unless necessary.
Maybe I have been stubborn.
He stands before me, stripped of his shirt, his glorious bronzed, muscular body before me. If I wasn’t dripping before, I am now.
“Look at you, Charlotte. A stunning woman, powerful, courageous, and yet the simplest of touches, you blush like an innocent,” he trails his finger along my jaw.
“Thank you,” I whisper, I don’t know what else to say. When a man gives you a compliment without you fishing for one, it tends to leave you stunned.
“No need to thank me, not when it’s the truth,” he says, coming down to my level, his hands on either side of my head, bringing me closer. “I’ll tell you everyday to remind you.”
His lips capture mine in a frenzy but passionate way, if this was a punishment, I’ll be bad forever. His tongue took control, leaving me breathless.
I moan in his mouth, every sense out the window.
He nips at my bottom lip, pulling us apart.
“Charlotte,” he gets my attention, “for now, red means stop. After tonight, we’ll work on safewords, but tonight it’s time to play.” I nod my head. His mouth curls, and his head shakes.
“Words are important for me here and outside the bedroom.” He says.
I look around, “this is not a bedroom.”
His hand travels down towards my neck and wraps his hand around it, but doesn’t squeeze.Maybe if I say please.
“Your words matter, no matter what setting we are in. Keep up the sass, and I’ll add more to the count.” he growls, resonating all the way down to my toes.
“You never said what my punishment was,” I raised an eyebrow at him. I don’t know if I’m expecting an answer, but I’m going to find out sooner or later.
“Strip.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
His eyes darken, “adding two more.”
I swallow hard. “I got your attention again?”
“Yes.”
“Good, now strip. I want to see every inch of this soft skin. Every curve that belongs to me. Every tattoo along your thighs and hands that caress every crevice,” his words melt me from the inside. I take off everything, leaving nothing for the imagination.
His soft growl rips the air as I toss my panties to the side. I rest on the back of my heels, on my knees. He stalks around me, making me wait for even a touch.
“Hands in front of you,” he commands. I keep my gaze on him, while I follow his command. My hands in front of me. This isn’t so bad, until I notice what he had laid beside him. They look like hand wraps that a boxer would use. My mind races to wonder if he’ll tie me up, keeping me in place. The thought rushes through me, mere excitement.
He takes my hands in front of him and starts to bind them with the wrapping. Not too tight, but enough that it would be a struggle to get out of them. “Do you trust me?” he asks before finishing them.
I nod my head. He caresses my cheek, encouraging me to try again. “Yes,” I say.
“If you can’t speak, with your hands in front of you, tap my thigh twice for me to stop. If you do, everything stops. If you can speak, red means stop for right now. Do you understand?”
“Yes Keola,” I comply and understand.
“That’s my good girl. Now your punishment for the rest of the night is losing another sense, your sense of touch. Unless you are tapping my thigh, you don’t get to touch. Tonight, you’re mine.” I lick my lips, anxious but desired more.
