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“Crawl to her.”
His muscles ripple and stretch as he lowers himself onto all fours. Prowling towards the darling girl before us. It’s more attractive than I originally imagined. The man possesses a very appealing ass too. I can easily imagine spanking him while he pleasures her.
I know I want her, but I didn’t expect to feel attraction to anyone else. Least of all him. He feels too close to Arrick. The reality of interacting with him is different though. He is nothing like Arrick, which calms the worries I originally conjured about him.
Watching Griffin is fascinating. His lust is palpable, yet he’s pliable. He is here entirely for her. She is his sole focus. He is living completely in the moment. For her.
Juliana shifts, trying to find friction, pleasure. I can give that to her. We can give that to her. If she trusts us.
“Spread your legs for us, darling,” I say.
Her eyes never leave Griffin, but she’s questioning whether she wants to comply.
“Do you trust I have your best interest at heart?” I ask.
“Yes.” The word is whispered, but there is no hesitation. She opens her legs to him.
“Go to her. Place your face right near her pussy. But don’t touch. Just look,” I tell Griffin.
His face is so close, and he is breathing deeply. Taking in her scent of arousal.
“Run your hands up her legs. Kiss and nip at her thighs. Brush your nose and lips across her, but nothing more.”
His obedience is a weighty thing to hold in my control. I know it’s all for her, but seeing him act out the fantasy building in my mind is erotic. I am growing hot and wet from the sight of them together.
Their connection is enthralling. How they feed off of each other. How they find balance. She needs to feel secure, as the panic attacks and nightmares she has been having aren’t getting any better. He gives her that. The control, the power she needs.
I want her to find a sense of self. For her to release herself from the state of perpetual fear she seems to be stuck in. Maybe, just maybe, along with Griffin, we can give her that. Retrain her body to accept the comfort and support we all so readily offer.
There are many different responses to trauma, and right now, she is in a frozen state. Fight faded soon after Jay’s return. I can tell she likes to escape everything by going to someplace deep within herself. It’s a form of protection, but it isn’t a long-term solution.
Looking at the two of them together, I know I can help her, but only if she is willing to help herself. Only she can save herself.
I stand apart from them as my plan finalizes in my mind. I move towards the pair while narrating every movement and decision.
“Darling, can you look at me?” I ask.
Her face turns to me.
“I want to do something for you. Will you let me?”
She contemplates the offer for an extended moment. The lack of change in her demeanor tells me she is ultimately comfortable, or at least open to the idea. Her short nod of approval is only confirmation of my expected outcome.
“I am going to come and sit behind you.” I move slowly, giving her time to stop everything if she needs it. When I settle behind her, I start. “I’m going to wrap my arms around you, and you’re going to wear my hand like your personal necklace.”
She shivers, and I slide my hand under her arm to grasp around her neck. Tight as I hold her, I make sure to keep my hand curved, so the pressure is on two points on the side of her neck rather than on her airway. I have a feeling restricting her breathing might bring about a panic attack.
Her hand goes up to reach for me but only manages to reach my shoulder. Her fingers are tight there, but as I slide my other hand across her stomach, she begins to relax. I can feel the instant when everything falls into place, and she finally lets go.
Griffin watches us carefully, and the lust shining on his face encourages me to keep going.
“Tell him what you need.” I speak the words quietly, so as to not overwhelm her. “Out loud, darling.”
She hesitates, but when she speaks, her words are sure. “Control. I need control.”
“And you, sweet boy. Can you give that to her?”
“Anything for Mistress.” He is testing the title, but Juliana glows at the words.
Redirecting my attention back to the woman in my grasp, I whisper in her ear, “Juliana, take what you need. Guide him. Show him. Teach him to serve you.”
