The Submissive
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I was lying in his arms the first morning after spending the night in his bed.
“The whole no-kissing rule,” I said, running a hand down his chest. “Was that a rule with all subs or just me?”
He stroked my hair. “It was just you, Abby.”
“Just me?” I lifted my head to look at him. “Why?”
“It was a way to distance myself. I thought if I didn’t kiss you, I wouldn’t feel as much. I’d be able to remind myself I was just your dom.”
“You kissed your other subs,” I mumbled, not liking the jealousy that coursed through my body.
“Yes.”
“But not me.”
He didn’t say anything, probably afraid of how I would react. Of what I would say.
And part of me was angry he’d held back. That he’d denied us.
But the past was the past.
“You know what this means, don’t you?” I asked, climbing up his body.
“No,” he said hesitantly.
I put my lips near his. “You’ve got a lot of making up to do.”
He gave me a soft kiss. “A lot?”
“Mmm,” I said as he kissed me again. “With interest.”
He smiled against my lips. “Interest?”
“Lots of interest. You better get started.”
“Oh, Abby.” He flipped me over and his body hovered over mine. “I always pay my debts.”
He broke the kiss and pushed on my shoulders. “Back to your knees.”
I knelt before him. His c**k strained against the front of his pants, but he waited.
“Please, Master, may I have you in my mouth?”
“You may.”
I unbuckled and unzipped him with quick fingers, ready for his taste. I slipped his pants and boxers down to his ankles and licked my lips at the sight of his massive erection.
He twisted his fingers in my hair as I took him in my mouth. I eased him in, but he didn’t want slow and pushed himself all the way in with one hard thrust. He hit the back of my throat and I quickly relaxed so I wouldn’t gag.
He used his grip on my hair to thrust himself in and out. It felt so good, the sharp pull of my hair and the force of his c**k battering my throat. I hoped it was as good for him. I sucked as he pulled out of my mouth and ran my tongue down his length as he pushed inside. I pulled my lips back so that my teeth grazed him.
“Fuck,” he said.
A few more hard thrusts and he started to jerk inside my mouth. I brought my hands to his thighs in anticipation, ready for his cl**ax. Wanting it.
He pushed in deeply and held still as his release filled my mouth. I swallowed it all, loving the salty taste that represented his pleasure.
His hands rubbed my scalp, gently massaging my head, easing away any remaining pain from his hair-pulling. I held still and concentrated on the love in his touch.
“Buckle my pants, Abigail,” he said, running his fingers through my hair one last time.
I brought his pants and boxers back up his body. Zipped him up and buckled his belt.
“Stand up,” he commanded. He brought his hand to my chin once I stood and lifted my head to meet his eyes. “I’m going to work you hard tonight. I’m going to bring you to the edge of pleasure and leave you hanging. You will not release until I give you permission and I will be very stingy with my permission. Do you understand? Answer me.”
Dear, sweet, merciful heavens.
“Yes, Master.”
His eyes danced with excitement. “I’ll be home in an hour. I want you n**ed and waiting in the playroom.”
“The whole no-kissing rule,” I said, running a hand down his chest. “Was that a rule with all subs or just me?”
He stroked my hair. “It was just you, Abby.”
“Just me?” I lifted my head to look at him. “Why?”
“It was a way to distance myself. I thought if I didn’t kiss you, I wouldn’t feel as much. I’d be able to remind myself I was just your dom.”
“You kissed your other subs,” I mumbled, not liking the jealousy that coursed through my body.
“Yes.”
“But not me.”
He didn’t say anything, probably afraid of how I would react. Of what I would say.
And part of me was angry he’d held back. That he’d denied us.
But the past was the past.
“You know what this means, don’t you?” I asked, climbing up his body.
“No,” he said hesitantly.
I put my lips near his. “You’ve got a lot of making up to do.”
He gave me a soft kiss. “A lot?”
“Mmm,” I said as he kissed me again. “With interest.”
He smiled against my lips. “Interest?”
“Lots of interest. You better get started.”
“Oh, Abby.” He flipped me over and his body hovered over mine. “I always pay my debts.”
He broke the kiss and pushed on my shoulders. “Back to your knees.”
I knelt before him. His c**k strained against the front of his pants, but he waited.
“Please, Master, may I have you in my mouth?”
“You may.”
I unbuckled and unzipped him with quick fingers, ready for his taste. I slipped his pants and boxers down to his ankles and licked my lips at the sight of his massive erection.
He twisted his fingers in my hair as I took him in my mouth. I eased him in, but he didn’t want slow and pushed himself all the way in with one hard thrust. He hit the back of my throat and I quickly relaxed so I wouldn’t gag.
He used his grip on my hair to thrust himself in and out. It felt so good, the sharp pull of my hair and the force of his c**k battering my throat. I hoped it was as good for him. I sucked as he pulled out of my mouth and ran my tongue down his length as he pushed inside. I pulled my lips back so that my teeth grazed him.
“Fuck,” he said.
A few more hard thrusts and he started to jerk inside my mouth. I brought my hands to his thighs in anticipation, ready for his cl**ax. Wanting it.
He pushed in deeply and held still as his release filled my mouth. I swallowed it all, loving the salty taste that represented his pleasure.
His hands rubbed my scalp, gently massaging my head, easing away any remaining pain from his hair-pulling. I held still and concentrated on the love in his touch.
“Buckle my pants, Abigail,” he said, running his fingers through my hair one last time.
I brought his pants and boxers back up his body. Zipped him up and buckled his belt.
“Stand up,” he commanded. He brought his hand to my chin once I stood and lifted my head to meet his eyes. “I’m going to work you hard tonight. I’m going to bring you to the edge of pleasure and leave you hanging. You will not release until I give you permission and I will be very stingy with my permission. Do you understand? Answer me.”
Dear, sweet, merciful heavens.
“Yes, Master.”
His eyes danced with excitement. “I’ll be home in an hour. I want you n**ed and waiting in the playroom.”
