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A lazy day
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Whispers of Submission A lazy day
Cassie woke to the soft gray light filtering through the windows, the lake beyond a flat silver mirror under low clouds. The sectional was wide enough for both of them; Reggie’s arm still curved around her waist, his breath slow and even against her shoulder. No nightmares had returned after the first one. She lay still for a long minute, listening to the distant lap of water against the stones, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. Last night’s rawness lingered tender, but not broken. She shifted carefully, turning to face him. Reggie’s eyes were already open, dark and quiet, watching her. There was no tension in his jaw this morning or a guarded mask. It was just him. “Morning,” she whispered. “Morning kitten.” His voice was rough from sleep. He brushed a strand of hair from her cheek. “You didn’t run.” “Neither did you.” She smiled small. “How do you feel?” “Like I slept for the first time in years.” He exhaled. “It is weirdly… normal.” Cassie propped herself o
Whispers of Submission The past...
The villa was quiet except for the low hum of the lake lapping against the stone terrace below and the occasional creak of the old timber. Cassie and Reggie lay tangled on the wide sectional, the soft throw blanket draped over them, her back to his chest, his arm locked around her waist like an anchor. Their breathing had finally synced sometime after four, slow and even, the storm of the night burned down to embers. Cassie slept lightly, attuned to the rise and fall of his ribs against her spine. Reggie had gone heavy in her arms hours ago, the tension bleeding out of him muscle by muscle until he was simply held; trusting and unguarded. She had traced the faint ridges of old scars under his shirt until her own eyes drifted closed. Suddenly, a scream ripped through the silence. Reggie jerked awake with a raw, guttural sound, his body convulsing as though electrocuted. His arm clamped around her so hard the air punched out of her lungs.“No...no...get off...” The words were slur
Whispers of Submission I am sorry
The key scraped in the lock with a sound too loud for one in the morning. Cassie stepped inside first, the villa’s cool marble foyer greeting her. She kicked off her heels near the entry console, the clatter echoing off stone. The silence behind her was thick, broken only by the soft click of Reggie locking the door and sliding the bolt home. She couldn’t look at him yet. If she did, she wasn’t sure which would win: gratitude that he’d finally shown her this hidden part of himself, or the scalding jealousy still burning low in her chest. Reggie’s footsteps moved past her toward the open-plan living area. He flicked on a single floor lamp, its warm pool of light too gentle after the club’s strobes and shadows. Cassie stayed rooted near the coat hooks, arms wrapped around herself, feeling the ghost-pressure of his fingers between her legs in that booth. The memory made her thighs clench involuntarily, then flooded her with shame. How could she still ache for him after Bess’s hands had
Whispers of Submission What a killjoy!
Cassie’s body still thrummed with unfinished heat, a low, insistent ache that had only sharpened after Reggie’s mouth left her trembling. She shifted against the leather, thighs pressing together, trying to ease the emptiness. Watching the platform had only made it worse. She needed more: Wanted him inside her, filling her until the world narrowed to nothing. She turned her face up to him, voice small but steady. “Sir… can we… here? Please.”His eyes darkened instantly, pupils swallowing the amber ring of iris. Hunger rolled across his features like storm clouds. She felt the proof of it against her hip when he shifted closer, his cock already hard again, straining behind the zipper.“I’ve been thinking about burying myself in you since the second we walked through that red door. And you can keep calling me sir,” he said, voice low and rough. “There are private rooms upstairs. I can get us a key.”Cassie nodded, pulse kicking higher. The anticipation curled tight in her belly as he s
Whispers of Submission Public moaning
Reggie pulled Cassie closer until her thigh pressed flush against his. The booth’s velvet curtain shielded them from most prying eyes, though faint silhouettes moved beyond the heavy fabric, and the distant crack of leather on skin still carried through the air like a heartbeat. He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of her ear.“Lift your dress, kitten.”Her breath hitched. The command was quiet, meant only for her. Cassie’s fingers trembled as she gathered the hem of her dress and drew it upward, exposing the lace tops of her thigh-highs and then the damp scrap of her thong. Cool air kissed her heated skin. She felt exposed even in their semi-private cocoon.Reggie’s hand slid between her thighs without hesitation. He nudged them wider apart until her knees bumped the edge of the leather seat. One thick finger traced the soaked fabric, then slipped beneath to glide through slick folds. He withdrew it glistening, holding it up between them so she could see her own arousal shining on h
Whispers of Submission In the shadows
They walked towards another door, a red one this time. This was smaller than the other but activities were still as intense. Cassie watched in awe, her mouth open like a dog in a slaughter house. In the center, a raised platform served as the focal point. Spotlights bathed it in harsh white light, illuminating a scene that made Cassie's breath catch. A muscular man, his face obscured by a wolf mask with glowing amber eyes, stood over a bound submissive. She was strapped to a St. Andrew's cross, her limbs spread wide, chains rattling softly with each tremble. Her mask was a delicate butterfly design, iridescent wings framing her flushed cheeks. The dominant cracked a bullwhip in the air, the snap echoing like thunder. The crowd murmured approval as he trailed the whip's tail along her skin, teasing before striking; a precise lash that left a pink stripe across her thigh. Cassie pressed closer to Reggie, her fingers digging into his arm. "Does it hurt?" she whispered. He chuckled d
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