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Ten

Silence descends over us, the tension in the room is thick, each passing second leaves me feeling dumber for voicing out such an awkward request. What do I know about sex, let alone being a submissive? My eyes raise to meet Brandon's, my lips part open to tell him to forget anything I said but he cuts me off with a soft glare and a sigh."Sex in my world is different," he finally says. He runs his fingers through his hair, letting some of the brown locks fall over his forehead. I palm his cheek, the pad of my thumb caresses his prominent cheekbone."You can teach me; you can show me how."Brandon's hand comes to the small of my back, my legs tangle in the sheet when I try to change position to straddle

Eleven

We stare at each other for a bit before I pull my shirt over my head. My breasts point at him, my nipples stand at attention but I make no move to touch him, neither does he try to touch me. I bite my lips and wait. Whatever happens next is up to him, he's the teacher and I am the willing student.

Twelve

"You quit what?" Brandon asks in a voice that is so low I am surprised I can hear him. I wrap my arms around myself, shiver and sink my teeth into my lips as the distance between us disappears. "Quit what, El?""Being your sub," I reply without meeting his gaze, afraid to see the disappointment swimming in them. "I'm sorry, I can't do it."Water from my hair streams down my back and I shiver again. I make sure to keep my eyes on the floor; I don't want to see that part of him that's responsible for this embarrassing situation. I tried, I did try to swallow but I could not. This is not a movie where the female lead swallows the man's cum like it is her f

Thirteen

Giggles spill from my lips at the distress in his voice, my eyes shut and I pull the duvet over my head. He owes me an apology, after that, I might let him in on the location of the pillows, maybe give him the beddings and join him on the bed. A tug on the material causes me to pull it down and my lips move into a scowl when I see Brandon standing by the side with a similar scowl on his face.He says, "I need the pillows and bedsheet.""Say sorry, apologise first," I reply.His nostrils flare and he crosses his arms over his chest. The muscle of his biceps ripple, I am tempted to touch them, see if they are as firm as they look. Light brown hairs are scattered all over his chest haphazardly, trailing a line down to his stomach where they disappear into the

Fourteen

"Elna!" I jump in fright at the sound of the voice, eyes wide open and lips pulled into a frown as I turn around to face whoever thinks it fun to shout out my name on a warm, beautiful evening. "Get away from there.""Goddamit Brandon, lower your voice," I scream back at him and push away from the railing. "You are screaming like a crazy banshee whose wife left him a day after their wedding and now his life is a mess."What am I even saying? I offer Brandon a sheepish smile, thankful to see that he finds my statement funny. "Sorry," I murmur. This is what I become when my best friend is upset with me, a swearing mess.

Fifteen

My mouth drops open, I blink twice, he's the reason Pa was fired? Pa was miserable for a short period until the marriage proposal came up and the culprit is right here wearing a proud smile. I jump from the couch to come and stand in front of him."You!""He told me to shove my apology far up my dirty, white ass because I refused to clean the coffee spill," Brandon murmurs with his hands raised in surrender. "That's racist."I huff and shake my head with a frown. "That's not racist and your ass is dirty for making an old man clean up your mess. You dirty, white ass," I say and we both

Sixteen

His lip closes over one of my clothed nipples and a wave of emotions wash over me. I don't get to bask in the excitement of his last statement before he sweeps me off my feet and my legs wrap firmly around his waist. Brandon wants me to be myself, be his wife, no submissive, no dominant

Seventeen

A sigh leaves my lips, my shoulders sag, I don't know what to say and I am grateful for the fact that he doesn't try to continue the conversation. I don't want to mess things up again by saying the wrong things.The bra drops from my hand to the floor, I shrug off my shorts and panties, stand

Eighteen

My head sinks into the pillow, my side digs into the bed, the knots in my shoulders have disappeared and a feeling of peace washes over me. The need to pee is strong but I don't want to move from this position, I feel relaxed, content with my position in his arms.Brandon's arm is around my belly, my back is pressed against his chest and his face is tucked into the crook of my neck. His breath tickles my ear in the most delightful way and the heat from his body keeps us warm. I don't even notice the AC that's on full blast.Afraid to ruin the sanctity of this priceless moment, I remain there for a while and sink my teeth into my lip when the lower part

Nineteen

His last statement piques my curiosity, this is the first time he's talking about his family without me asking but that isn't it, it's the guilt laced in his words. He still blames himself for whatever happened with Eunice. I don't know her but I don’t like that he’s beating himself up over it. We all do regrettable things as teenagers, I ran our only car into a ditch. Pa nearly had a heart attack and Ma, she refused to talk to me until he calmed down. It was my fault, I should never have done it because of a stupid dare.I wait with my lip between my teeth for him to continue but he doesn't and I sigh, I guess that's all the childhood information I will be getting from him today. Or not.

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