Part of being in a dominant and submissive dynamic is about trust. Trust that your partner will let you know if things have gone too far, and trust that your partner wonât ever give you more than you can handle.
The more time that passes since I bundled Wynter up only makes me wonder if something went wrong, whether our communication was crossed somewhere along the way. She told me to keep going, over and over she said she was okay, that she wanted to continue, but the tears falling against her soft cheeks tell a different story.
But then again, sheâs not tense either. Her body is calm and relaxed as I hold her. She never flinches when I run my fingers across her skin or pulls away from the kisses I pepper anywhere I can reach. In fact, she leans into it. Every bit of affection I shower her with, she laps up like a tired kitten, so I keep giving it to her until the tears finally start to slow.
âI love you,â Wynter whispers into my neck and my heart bursts. Every time those words leave her pretty plump lips it feels like a fireworks show in my chest, and I hope I never take them for granted. I hope when weâre old and gray and in a nursing home that those words still ignite the same fire in my heart.
âI love you too, little dove,â I tell her.
âThank you.â
âFor what?â
âFor giving me back a part of myself I thought was gone forever.â Wynter moves to look up at me, her eyes swollen from the tears sheâs shed, but the ice blue is more vibrant than Iâve seen since coming back. It reminds me of how they used to be when we were younger, before all the darkness of the world tainted my dove.
âYou deserve the whole word, Wynter, and Iâll always give you everything you need,â I promise. âHow about we curl up in bed and watch a movie or something?â
Her eyebrows knit together as if the idea of cuddling and watching a movie with me is offensive. âIâm not ready to stop.â
âYouâve had more than enough for one day, Wynter.â I shake my head. After her reaction to her spanking there is no way weâre going any further today. It would be remiss of me to dismiss the healing sheâs done today but going any further could very well fracture her further, and thatâs the last thing I want.
âKeep going,â she pleads, her eyes round and full of lust.
I watch her for a while, not committing to continue, instead watching to see if there are any alarm bells ringing. Itâs been a while since Iâve been in this kind of situation. After I left, BDSM was the only thing I could lean on to get me out of my head about Wynter, but after a while it stopped having the desired effect, so I stopped practicing.
Her tears have dried, and she stares up at me with a mixture of anticipation and hope. Iâve always been very good at reading Wynter, better than anyone else in her family, but I donât want to risk this being the time I read her wrong. Sheâs watching me too, her eyes tracking every move mine make across her face and body. Sheâs alert, doesnât seem to be distressed, and thereâs not a hint of fear in her eyes. Wynter doesnât shy away from my attention despite how vulnerable she must feel right now, and perhaps thatâs what makes me think maybe she is okay to keep going.
âAre you sure?â I finally ask.
âIâm sure.â A small smile touches her lips and I canât help but press my own onto the soft pillows. I spent too many years being unable to taste her, and I donât want to waste another moment. The kiss is slow, but so full of emotion we both feel in the depths of our souls. Our lips move together in perfect harmony, our tongues probing and savoring the taste of one another with every swipe. I never knew a kiss could mean so much but sitting here with Wynter in my lap makes me believe in all the things I always thought were a myth.
When I finally pull away, her cheeks are flushed and her lips swollen as she stares up at me through big round eyes. She looks like a perfect temptress and an innocent virgin all at once.
âHereâs what weâre going to do, dove. Youâre going to drink some water because youâre going to get dehydrated from all the tears youâve just shed and what Iâm about to do to you.â
Her eyes flare with excitement as she draws her bottom lip between her teeth. I take another moment to stare at her, reminding myself over and over again that sheâs okay and nothing is ever going to come close to hurting her again because I wonât let it.
I rearrange Wynter in my arms and stand from the sofa, quickly moving across the room and carefully lowering her onto the bed. She winces as her raw ass brushes across the sheets, but part of the punishment is sitting on a hot ass, and Iâm sure she knows that. I press a kiss to her forehead before quickly moving to the bathroom and filling the bottle of water she keeps there.
When I return, Iâm almost blown away by how beautiful she looks sitting in the middle of the big bed, her body bare for my eyes to feast on. A delectable blush makes its way from her cheeks, down her neck and spreads across her chest under my gaze, but she doesnât move to cover herself and the predator in me smirks.
I take long strides across the room and climb onto the bed beside her, quickly lifting her back into my lap. After everything we went through today I canât stand not touching her, and itâs something sheâs going to have to learn to live with, at least for the foreseeable future. I unscrew the bottle and hold it to her lips, swatting away her hands when she tries to take it from me.
âDrink,â I command.
âI can hold the bottle, Everett.â She almost rolls her eyes but quickly thinks better of it. She doesnât want to earn herself another spanking so soon after the one she just had.
âI know you can, but Iâm holding it.â I shrug. These moments after an intense scene have always been my favorite, but with Wynter itâs amplified, like nothing Iâve ever experienced before and I want to lap up every moment of vulnerability sheâll give me.
She lets out a little sigh before opening her mouth and allowing me to feed healthy sips of water through her pretty, plump lips. I canât help but stare at the soft pillows as she drinks, wrapping around the tip of the bottle so perfectly, imagining how sheâll look with my cock between them. Thatâs the one thing we never got to do before, and I have to rectify that sooner rather than later because I know the sight of my cock disappearing into her warm mouth is going to ruin me.
As much as the sadist in me loves punishing a naughty sub, itâs always been the aftercare I enjoy most. The trust they put in you during an intense scene should be unparalleled, but when they put their vulnerability in your hands and trust you not be break them, thatâs something special, and fuck me if itâs not the best feeling in the world to have Wynter trust me like this.
Today sheâs given me not only her body, but her fears, her trust, her heart, and Iâll never break it again. Thereâs nothing on this earth that can drag me away from her, not even Satan himself.
Once sheâs drained the bottle, I place it on the bedside table and brush the stray hairs from her face. âAre you sure you want to keep going?â
âIâm sure.â Wynter smiles up at me with trust in her eyes.
For a moment Iâm torn about whether to go on as originally planned or if I should deviate and skip whatâs left of her punishment, but thereâs something about the way she looks up at me that tells me she can handle anything I throw at her because she needs this just the same way I do.
âOkay, dove. Iâll be keeping a close eye on you, but this next part can get just as overwhelming as a spanking, so if itâs too much make sure you safe word.â Iâve never given a sub so many opportunities to get out of a punishment, but then again Wynter has always been different, and she always will be.