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I’m not sure how crowns and thrones play into kink, or how he’s going to fuck me senseless on that throne when it’s just a giant wooden chair with a high back and looks wholly uncomfortable, but my pussy doesn’t care.
I need to come, and I need to come now.
CHAPTER18
Thor
There’sa fine line between doing what’s best for your submissive, and giving into the primal desire that charges through your veins. More so when she’s done something outside of her comfort zone, you’re proud as fuck, and all you want to do is give her the world.
Part of me wants to push her until she breaks and can’t take anymore. The rest of me wants to haul her ass home and take care of her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear about what a good girl she is.
I’m trusting that she’s okay. She’s said as much, she seems as much, but I know from previous experience with submissives, they aren’t always as honest as they should be.
A pang of doubt slides under my fingernails, and I flex my hands. She wouldn’t lie to me. Not Addison. We’ve talked about how important it is to be honest with each other in kink, right? All the way back to the very beginning, our first conversation in the coffee shop. I told her how important transparency is.
It’s hard not to let my mind stray backwards, back to The Ex. Everyone has one. Or at least that’s what everyone says. The one you thought would be forever. The one you thought you could trust, rely on, show your innermost self to. The one that broke your heart into a million pieces, taking a splinter of your soul away with them so you will forever remain incomplete.
That was Ava. I thought she was The One. My lobster. But one lapse in judgment in the bedroom, one moment of stretched truth, or outright lie when I asked her to check in resulted in catastrophe for our relationship.
Addison stares at me expectantly from the day bed, hopefully unaware of the war of emotions stirring in my chest. I crouch down to her level, brushing a stray curl from her face and aching to take the rest of her hair down from that stupid hair tie.
“You know we can just go home if you want, right?”
Her freckles bunch together as she scrunches up her face. “But I’m okay, I’m not done.” Her gaze flickers to the throne behind me. “Don’t make the decision for me, Thor. I know my limits. I haven’t hit them yet.”
The conviction in her voice is assuring. I can’t let past relationships, not even the clusterfuck with Ava, get in the way of this blossoming relationship with Addison. I said never again, and at the time, I meant it. But staring at this fiery-haired beauty with a stubborn streak a mile wide and vulnerabilities just as deep, I can’t help it.
That unfamiliar lurching in my chest of being in freefall serves as a warning. I’m too close to this woman, in too deep. But it doesn’t matter. I don’t care. It’s only been a handful of weeks but I want to see where it goes. I want to be committed to her. I want to wake up beside her every morning and poke fun at her for her silk hair cap.
As I skim her high cheekbone with my fingers, she closes her eyes and sighs. There’s something special about the level of comfort a simple touch from a dominant to their submissive can provide both of them.
The fact it’s so obvious on her face this soon into our relationship gives me comfort. She appears to be easy to read in so many ways but considering she puts her life in my hands every time she submits to me... I can’t take that for granted.
It’s my job to double check, to triple check, to make sure my submissive is okay and ready to proceed both physically and emotionally. If something goes wrong, that’s on me.
Mine.
“I’m not trying to make the decision for you, kitten.” I sweep my lips across hers. “Just making sure you’re really okay.”
She puffs out her bottom lip. “Can you make me come now please... Sir?” The glint in her eye tells me she knows the impact her chosen honorific will have on me. We haven’t discussed a formal dynamic. There’s been no talk of titles, or kneeling, or daily activities that a lot of other people in the lifestyle have and use. But when she drops the ‘sir’ into conversation, it definitely does things to me.
It might be a keeper.
“Or would you prefer Daddy?”
My whole body shudders, and she laughs. “I thought as much.”
“Before Matty, sure. Not my kink but I coulda ran with it for you. But now? Definitely gives me the ick.”
Standing up, I offer her my hand which she takes, rising with a steadiness I wasn’t expecting. My girl can handle more than I give her credit for. I need to remember that.
I guide her to the throne, she takes her seat on the plush purple cushion, placing her arms on the arm rests. I tug out her hair tie, freeing her unruly waves over her bare shoulders, and place the crown on her head before planting a chaste kiss on her forehead.
When I get onto my knees between her feet, her brows twitch upward. “This is new. Isn’t it the submissives who usually do the kneeling?”
Pushing her knees apart just a little, I line her legs up with the cuffs I’m not sure she’s noticed and clip her in. “Check in.”
“Green.” Her eyes are bright, her cheeks are flushed, and her answer is breathy. Excitement charges the air between us. Every breath crackling and sparking.
