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MARGOT
Watching my giant of a man follow my direction is a big turn on in a way I never knew would be a turn on. I’m not a Domme, but this kind of power could definitely go to my head. Quickly. My husband carries the weight of the universe on his shoulders and while that wouldn’t normally bother me, his self-flagellation needs to come to an end.
He’s been beating himself up. Now it’s time for me to free him. I hope my plan works, but I’m not entirely sure he can give up the control it will require. The curiosity in his eyes tells me he’s willing to give it a try.
“Close your eyes,” I coo the words at Blake, and he obeys my command immediately which causes my entire body to erupt in goosebumps.
“Are you going to be getting naked too, little flower?” The deep rumble of his voice travels through my body and my nipples go from hard to granite points which do not feel good trapped in my bra.
“Of course.” I swallow hard, hoping he can give over this amount of control to me. “Please spread your arms and legs like a starfish.”
His eyebrows come together even though he doesn’t open his eyes. Slowly he starts to follow my command and I move around the bed, attaching one end of the cuffs to the bedposts. I had to get the leather cuffs so they’d be adjustable for him. I know he’ll only stay in them if he wants to.
When all of them are attached, I grab his closest wrist and wrap the cuff around. There’s a growl in his voice, “What are you doing, Margot?”
He might ask, but he doesn’t pull away. He doesn’t tell me to stop. I work my way around his body until the four cuffs are in place. I’m a little surprised he doesn’t test them, but it warms my heart when he doesn’t.
He trusts me.
“Do you want me to let you go?” I ask the question softly, wanting him to hear how much I appreciate him going along with me to this point, but he needs to know he has control.
He gives it to me in so many ways even as his dominate nature rules, but does he understand it when the roles are reversed? Admittedly, I hadn’t considered it before, not since I couldn’t imagine a set of circumstances where we would flip. But here we are.
Blake swallows hard and gives a gentle tug on his restraints. It’s a movement which tests, but without an intent of escape. Let’s be honest, my Zeus of a man could break free if he wanted.
“No,” one side of his mouth tips up, “I’m curious about what you have in store for me.”
I chuckle as I strip and climb on the bed, kneeling at his side, my knees almost touching his ribcage, but not quite. I’m sure he knows right where I am. I run the tip of my finger down the side of his cock, his very hard cock.
“I think you might be a little more than curious,” I tease him lightly, making him chuckle.
“Maybe I am.” He turns his head toward the sound of my voice but doesn’t open his eyes.Woah.The power is a little intoxicating. “What do you have planned, Margot?”
I make a humming sound before running my fingertips over his body without a pattern. I don’t want him to know where I’m going to touch him next. I want to just enjoy the feel of him; I want him to enjoy the same. His muscles slowly relax, and he sighs as his body sinks into the mattress underneath him.
“Blake,” there’s a slight bark in my voice, but then I soften it, “what happened to River was not your fault.”
My husband, my own personal colossus, shudders on the bed and starts to shake his head, but I change my touch, using my nails to lightly run along his thigh. The gasp he lets out almost has me climbing over him and sinking down onto his cock. I’m not sure where I find the strength to stop myself, but I do.
“No one blames you.” There’s conviction in my voice with every word, “River doesn’t, neither do Kostya or Flynn. None of the guys at HS or in the family blame you.” I take a deep breath and let it out slowly to stop myself from crying. This is about him, not me, but watching my husband struggle broke my heart. “I don’t blame you.”
“Margot,” there’s a plea in his voice and an apology. I don’t know if he can hear the deep chasm of emotion and darkness beneath my words, but I just know he understands. “I’m sorry.”
I shake my head even though his eyes are still closed. “Don’t apologize Blake. You blamed yourself because you love with every fiber of your being, and you want to protect the people who rely on you. It’s what makes you the best at what you do, but it also means when it doesn’t go perfectly that it’s going to hurt.” I whisper, “It’s okay to hurt.”
Blake’s face crumples and I lean over him, my lips a light flutter over his before I start to do the same over his chest and torso, working my way across him, wanting to give every part of him my benediction. He deserves nothing less.
“River is happy. She is loved. Johnny is no longer a threat to her or anyone else. Her men did what they were placed there to do. They protected her.” My voice becomes a steel blade, one I want to slice through the last of these rotted thoughts to set the other half of me free, “You are going to let this go and move forward because it’s time and this will not define a damn thing you do in the future. What happened is not who you are, it is not on you, you will leave it here.”
“I will leave it here,” he murmurs the words and I swear I see a tear streak down the side of his face. I breathe out over his skin, my fingers slowly wrapping around the base of his cock, feeling it throb beneath my hand, every heartbeat right here for me to feel. He groans, “I’m going to let this go here, Margot. I’m sorry if I’ve caused you pain.”
I tsk him before I flick my tongue across the head of his cock making my mountain of a man hiss. “You didn’t cause me pain, Blake, but I feltyourpain and I won’t allow this to continue. I won’t allow you to beat yourself up about this anymore.” I swirl my tongue around the head. “No more.”
Blake arches his back as much as he can and tries to buck his hips as he moans, “No more.” When my lips wrap around him and I take his cock to the back of my throat, he barks out, “Fuck.”
If my mouth wasn’t filled with cock, I would be smiling right now. I bob up and down a few times on his length before popping off, a string of saliva connecting us still which I wish his eyes were open to see. I know his crystal blue eyes would darken.
I stroke him slowly, teasing him. “That’s right, Blake,” I coax, “no more.”
