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“Green.”
Everett delivers the last four hits of my punishment in rapid succession, and each blow feels more and more like my ass is about to light the entire room on fire, but when the last one lands, all I feel is at peace.
The ties at my wrist give way at the same time the heavy wood hits the carpet, and before I can take my next breath, Everett has me bundled in his lap on the sofa. His hands are everywhere, the back of my head as he holds me to him, my back as he strokes comforting circles into the bare flesh. His lips graze my throat, my cheek, my lips, never staying in one place for more than a moment before moving to the next.
“You did so good, little dove. I’m so proud of you,” he whispers into my neck, and he’s not the only one. If you told me a week ago I was going to do what we just did, I would have laughed in your face and then would have proceeded to panic at the very thought, but as I curl up in Everett’s arms, the burning of my ass reminding me of what we’ve just done each time the wounded skin brushes along his pants, all I feel is pride.
I faced my fears, and I did it with Everett by my side every step of the way.
I don’t know how much time passes, but he never lets up his hold on me, never stops whispering calm words of encouragement as he kisses and touches every inch of my naked body, and I lap up every moment of it. There was a long time where I thought I would never be in Everett’s arms like this again, where I thought I would never see him again, but to be here now, it feels right.
38
Everett
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 won’t 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, she’s 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.
“I love you,” 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 we’re old and gray and in a nursing home that those words still ignite the same fire in my heart.
“I love you too, little dove,” I tell her.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For giving me back a part of myself I thought was gone forever.” Wynter moves to look up at me, her eyes swollen from the tears she’s shed, but the ice blue is more vibrant than I’ve 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.
“You deserve the whole word, Wynter, and I’ll always give you everything you need,” I promise. “How about we curl up in bed and watch a movie or something?”
Her eyebrows knit together as if the idea of cuddling and watching a movie with me is offensive. “I’m not ready to stop.”
“You’ve had more than enough for one day, Wynter.” I shake my head. After her reaction to her spanking there is no way we’re going any further today. It would be remiss of me to dismiss the healing she’s done today but going any further could very well fracture her further, and that’s the last thing I want.
“Keep going,” 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. It’s been a while since I’ve 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. I’ve always been very good at reading Wynter, better than anyone else in her family, but I don’t want to risk this being the time I read her wrong. She’s watching me too, her eyes tracking every move mine make across her face and body. She’s alert, doesn’t seem to be distressed, and there’s not a hint of fear in her eyes. Wynter doesn’t shy away from my attention despite how vulnerable she must feel right now, and perhaps that’s what makes me think maybe she is okay to keep going.
“Are you sure?” I finally ask.
“I’m sure.” A small smile touches her lips and I can’t help but press my own onto the soft pillows. I spent too many years being unable to taste her, and I don’t 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.
“Here’s what we’re going to do, dove. You’re going to drink some water because you’re going to get dehydrated from all the tears you’ve just shed and what I’m about to do to you.”
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 she’s okay and nothing is ever going to come close to hurting her again because I won’t 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 I’m 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, I’m 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 doesn’t 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 can’t stand not touching her, and it’s something she’s 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.
