THE OTHER SIDE OF SUBMISSION

How long had she been sitting here?  An hour, maybe more?  The look in his eyes hadn't changed at all.  The sadness there was deep, like an abyss that threatened to take her into it as well.  Her fingers fumbled at the edge of her skirt and she chewed her bottom lip to keep from speaking.  This was so unlike him.  He never kept her waiting like this.  He hated the kneeling at his feet, and she knew that.  She knelt for that very reason.  She wanted him to react.  

He shifted in his chair and she glanced up at him, their eyes met for a moment then he looked away again.  The pity in her stomach burned to to rage in a instant.  She came here to please him, why wouldn't he use her to kill that sadness?

"She wasn't worthy of you, Sir."  She barely choked out the last bit of the sentence before their eyes met.

He moved to the floor, suddenly and she looked away and braced for punishment she expected.  Her hands went behind her, fully submitting to it instead of protecting herself.  She was his.

"She was..." his fingers rested under her chin, tilting her to look into his eyes again.  They were fierce with emotion, raw and angry.  "She was more worthy than I deserved."  His hand moved to her hair,  pulling to twist her head back as his fingers traced her lips.  Those lips trembled beneath his touch, then she kissed his fingertips softly, feeling her breath grow warm just from the proximity of his body to hers.

"If she was worthy,"  her tongue traced the tip of his index finger, "Sir would still have her."

"Is that so?"  His hand moved down to her neck, fingers gripping around that smooth flesh.  Her pulse jumped into a quick gallop that she knew he could feel.  "If I wanted her, I would have her?"

She nodded, afraid to speak as she slowly took in each breath as if he would rob her of another.

Instead he reached for her arms and pulled them up above her head.  She knew this position.  Her back straightened out of reflex as his hands began to roam across her chest and arms.  She mewed softly and closed her eyes, enjoying the slow exploration as his rough palms worked along her shoulders and down along her sides.

"Sir can have anyone.  Sir has me."  Her breath caught in her chest as his hands cupped her breasts.  His thumbs circled her nipples through the thin material.  Their diamond hard tips protruding out now, making themselves visible through the silk as it conformed to their shape.

"Yes I do have you."  His fingers trapped her nipples between them, tugging and teasing at their sensitive tips as he continued to speak in a soft but firm tone.  "You are beautiful, loyal, and obedient.  The perfect sub for any Dom."

"No, Sir."  She shook her head slowly.  "I am only meant for you, Sir."  Her eyes pleaded for him to accept that, to be enough to chase the mournful look in his eyes away.

"She wasn't my sub."  He looked away again.  His eyes went glassy as if wet.  She never knew he had anything other than subs.  Realizing just what he was feeling, she knew not to speak about it again.

He rested back in the chair, resting his head back and sighing.  She bit her lip again.  She'd said all she could say for now, but she didn't need to speak to be what he needed.  

She rose from her knees, turning and sitting down in her Sir's lap.  He never protested her affection for him.  He was a kind man, rough in sex, but tender in heart.  She laid her forehead against his and brushed his cheek with her fingertips.  No words were needed, she wouldn't try to make him talk.  The warmth between them was enough if that is all he required of her for this night.

They stayed that way for a long time, the only change was when she shifted to lay her head on his shoulder, so close she could smell him and occasionally brush her lips against his neck.  They had been together so long she knew there would be time again for playing, but taking care of her Sir was more than just a physical expectation.  They were there for each other in a deeper way as well.

When she grew tired he stroked her back.  Her eyes closed and her breathing lengthened.  He turned and kissed her head in a tender moment that made her smile even in her half awake state.

"You should get some sleep."  He squeezed her softly to him as he spoke.

"Sir."  She raised herself up and looked him in the eyes.  "My place is by your side, if you will let me."

All he did was nod, but it was all she needed.  She slid down to the floor once more, resting her weary head on his thigh.  This was the lifestyle she had chosen, to be his, to see to his needs, to be by his side.  This is where she belonged. 

Story by: mystermitch resident

Phots by: mystermitch resident

Furniture used:  ::WS:: Domination Throne

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