Our lips met, and she kissed me slowly and deeply until my cock was hard and our chests heaved.
“Now, getting back to your spinning mind, what do you need? What can I do to help?”
“I don’t know. Sorry, I hate how pathetic and needy I’m being.”
My eyes widened excitedly. “I have an idea, but I want you to promise that I can do whatever I want to you.” Her cheeks flushed adorably.
I winked, tugging her towel, cursing as it fell from her. It gathered around her waist, exposing her breasts, as goosebumps spread across her skin.
Holding out my hand, we both stood, leaving her naked while I was fully dressed. pulling her toward me, my fingers found her curls, and I groaned as I slipped through them to her entrance, feeling how wet she was for me. “I love your body. You’re so beautiful,” I mumbled as I pressed my lips to her neck, kissing down slowly, listening to her react to my mouth on her. “Now get your ass upstairs and on the bed. I’ll be two minutes.”
I grabbed the box that had sat unopened on the side since it arrived, and followed her, finding her on my huge, handmade wooden bed but tucked under the dark blue sheets, hiding herself from me. Without pausing, I ripped them back, shaking my head. “I don’t think so, Princess.”
“Charlie…” she groaned.
“I need your permission to do whatever I want. I promise I won’t hurt you and you can say your safe word if there’s anything you don’t like.”
She offered me a slight nod of her head.
“Fern?”
“Okay, I know you’re being serious if I get my proper name.” She winked. “Honestly, it’s hard to agree when I don’t know what you’re planning.”
I held out the box, wanting to surprise her but also not wanting to freak her out. “These are the toys we bought. I thought I could take your mind off things for a while.”
She hummed as if she understood what I was planning. “Yes… you have my permission.”
“On your hands and knees in the middle of the bed.”
As she moved, I walked around the bed, taking the first object from the box before putting everything down on the bedside table.
“You know, before you, I was pretty bossy in bed. I liked to control and dominate.”
“And you don’t want that with me?” she asked, almost sounding hurt by my admission.
Standing in front of her, I took her chin between my thumb and index finger and lifted her head. She looked stunning, her eyes wide and her lips wet and parted.
“At first I didn’t, because it wasn’t what you needed. James hurt you. I probably should have tried harder to stay away fromyou, but you were pretty hard to resist, Princess. But I knew that bossing you about wasn’t what you needed.”
I ghosted my fingers down the column of Fern’s throat before tracing the outline of her collarbone as her eyes fluttered closed.
“And then you taught me the power of orgasm denial. You gave me my cage and told me not to come. It silenced the world for the first time in my life. I realized I craved control and dominance because I thought I needed to prove what a real man I was. I didn’t want to be the man who was abused by his nanny. I didn’t want to be the one who had no control over his cock or his orgasms. I thought the harder I fucked, the more people I slept with, the more I degraded the people I was with, the more it proved the past was a blip and if she came at me again, I could say no. I could control myself.”
Fern pushed up onto her knees and reached up to my face, skimming her thumb under my eye, wiping away tears I didn’t know were falling.
Sniffing, I twisted my head, pressing kisses to her fingers. “But I think there should be a balance, right? I can submit to you and offer you my chastity, but I can also demand you drop to your knees because I tell you to… right?”
She groaned as she nodded.
“I don’t see a reason we can’t have it all. I talked to Arch about the cage while we were away. You know, his love of being tied up by Nee always secretly freaked me out… giving someone that much power over you, but now I totally get it. He said that communication is the key to what they have. I guess, as long as we talk and we’re honest, then we can create the perfect dynamic for us.”
“I can do that.” She smiled.
“I love how easy it is to talk to you. How much I trust you, Princess. I’ve never had that before.”
“I trust you too.” Her soft lips pressed against mine as she sighed, tugging at my t-shirt. “Why are you dressed, Myth Maker? I want to touch you.”
I scoffed. “Back on your hands and knees, Princess. I think I was trying to take your mind off your worries. Are you ready to hand me control for a while?”
