One month of silence passed like the falling tide, taking the ache of you receding with each passing moment.
But it never disappeared.
And then you called.
“Hi, Mia.”
“Hi.”
“I know I’ve… I’m sorry –”
“Just be honest.”
“The treatment isn’t working. She…”
“Come over.”
I hung up, sticky disgust curdling in my stomach where it met the pleasure clawing my power back from you.
***
But I cared too much.
We didn’t speak when you arrived. I just hugged you, dragging you gently into the bedroom until we could collapse there. I pulled your head onto my lap, winding my fingers through your hair in the hopes that they might smooth the sharpest edges of your pain where they went.
“Tell me what you need.”
For all I wanted to give you the same steadiness you’d always offered me, my voice couldn’t carry it. Desperation seeped into the words, a silent plea to let me serve you again – the sound of it made me cringe. That even now I would ask so much of you… Shame dripped through me.
“I need to forget.”
I hummed. “Sleep?”
Your hand slipped its way under my skirt, tracing its way up the soft skin of my thigh.
“Let me be less than myself.”
I swallowed. I would give you anything, but for you to ask me this after leaving me for so long… And you were so lost, too lost maybe to even know what you were asking for.
“Alexander, are you sure…?”
Your head twisted, burying itself in the thin fabric of the heat that I couldn’t keep you from starting in me. You didn’t inhale to take in the scent of me though – no, you exhaled, sighing long and deep into the comfort you hoped to find there.
“Please, Mia.”
I could never refuse your command, especially not one so sweetly spoken.
I pulled your head from my lap, bringing your lips to meet mine. The care of it, slow and gentle, was a passion of its own. My hands found the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head and then trailing kisses all the way back down, letting my fingers pull your focus to the furthest boundary of yourself as they explored your skin.
Your pants came next. I stripped them away a second before I reached them, refusing to let the fabric stop my path of conquest. Today would be the memory of how our ownership went both ways, that our sense of belonging folded into each other to the point of collapse.
I found you, still half-soft.
I would bring you back.
My mouth wrapped round you, tongue curling gently around you, reveling in each pulse that left you longer and stiffer against my tongue. I started sucking, then, sliding my mouth up and down the length of you until you were ready.
I pulled off, watching the trail of saliva that linked us sag and then snap. I made my way back up, then, hurried only by your hands trying to keep me against you, to hold me in a way that I could never leave.
I almost cried at the realisation of how badly I missed that possession.
I needed to make sure it would never leave again.
I couldn’t make you whole again, but maybe I could start collecting the pieces.
Your hands reached for the hem of my dress when my lips found yours again, but I shook my head. This wasn’t for me.
I straddled you, sinking down so slowly that you could only ever lose yourself in it. Your hands fell away, twitching against the sensation of me.
You weren’t in control, not today, but neither were you yielding.
This was about vanishing, even for just a moment.
I pressed my hands against your chest, pushing up to ride you properly. It was one of my favourite positions – for all the effort it took, I’d always found something slow and languid in it. I rocked my hips into yours, heat blooming at each loss and gain of your heat inside me. My walls stretched around you, quivering under the demand of it as I pressed you ever deeper into me.
I didn’t want to let go.
I wondered just how much you would give to me.
“Alexander, I’m not… If you cum inside me, it’s not safe, sir.”
Your heavy sighs morphed into a groan at that, fingers finding their way back to my hips and digging in, determined to keep me planted against you.
“Can I, little one?”
I looped my hand behind your neck, pulling you up until I could arch into you. The position kept me from moving the way I needed – my hips only twitched helplessly, their need to feel you fighting and losing against my need to hold you. Your hands slipped up my skin, skimming their way under the loose fabric of my dress until they found my breasts, kneading into them.
“Always, sir. Just promise me… Just promise me this is always.”
The kiss that followed, slow and deep and seeking, was promise enough.
You tugged against my hair, lowering me down and taking a small piece of control for yourself again. The pace was still slow, but I felt the pleasure writhing its way through me, muscles tensing around it to keep it in place.
I didn’t want to lose this so soon.
I watched you. Your eyes never left the place we joined, making sure each promise carried all the determination you meant it to. I could see the effort of it in the sheen of sweat against your skin, the tension in your muscles…
You were beautiful.
And you were starting to lose your rhythm.
I let myself go first, pleasure unwinding around you, in the hopes that it would give you the permission you needed to lose yourself as well. It did. You curled yourself over me, pushing a few final, shallow thrusts into me before you started pulsing deep within my core.
The warmth filling me could almost make up for the cold silence of the weeks before.
But that was a discussion for another time.
Our climax was quiet, little more than soft moans and grunts that faded their way back into a nothing that was anything but hollow. Soon you fell into me, arms finally letting go of all they were carrying as you collapsed into me.
I was just happy to be able to carry some of that weight again.
Before you had even softened within me, your eyes fluttered shut, exhaustion finally giving way to sleep.
I smiled, pressing a quick kiss into the crown of your head before rolling you gently off of me.
You wouldn’t sleep for long, and you weren’t fixed yet.
You probably never would be.
But I would be sure that you woke up to a warm meal that could remind you of just how loved you still were.
Always.
(A/N: Reminder to all the submissives out there to show their dom as much care as they show you <3)
(PS: This is the erotic version of this story – read this one if you’re looking for a more emotional experience)
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