On a darkened, cloudy, day, River lay in her bedroom typing out beautiful words to fill her fantasy blog. Her dom asked her to find a way that she could best express her wants and needs as a sub. He knew how she loved to read her dark romances, how immersed she could become from words on a page. Her legs would clamp together and her breathing would intensify as she tried her best to conceal her pulsing need every time she picked up her books. He noticed, of course how could he not? He could literally feel the sheets tightening from her toes curling right next to him in bed. Oh how he wanted her toes to curl for him. He wanted to access the deepest parts of her mind that she wouldn’t even access herself, unless through the pages of a book. “You can have your secrets hidden away in that pretty little head of yours” he told her one evening as he served her favorite vodka pasta, “I just hope you trust me to take a peek inside kitten. I want to give you what your books can’t.” he set down the pasta pot and threw a look at her with a state of seriousness and sincerity. “I want to give my sweet girl whatever it is you want, however you want.” Her eyes welled up at that. She too wanted to live out the things from her books, but how could she? She was too embarrassed to even admit she wanted her fantasies herself, let alone her dom. “Trust me” he said as he gently took her soft hands in his. “I’ve got you” he said with a curl of his lips. She smiled back, she did want to trust him and she didn’t want him to spend hours reading her books and deciphering which parts made her wet with need and which didn’t. “What if I write them down? That way, the awkwardness of me trying to..” she took a deep breathe “express what I want doesn’t stop us. If I write it down, I can be as specific as I want and just tell myself it’s like one of my books.” He looked her up and down with understanding, he knew she was afraid of herself and her wants. And he knew where it came from, he would do anything to make her feel safe in her sexuality. He leaned in close, so close he caught a hint of her flower scented shampoo, and placed a soft kiss to her temples. “That’s a wonderful idea darling, write them down for me. I don’t even have to read them in front of you, just share the file with me”. So she did. She got to work that night after dinner and her shower. Some of the ideas she took from her annotated books, but most of the naughty things she wrote down were her own secret fantasies she’d had forever. The ones she’d dream about at night and then keep close to her like a secret. The rain was coming down tonight. The rhythm of the drops on her window made her feel more relaxed. Her dom was still downstairs cleaning up the kitchen with tonight’s sport game on. She looked around the room after writing 5 stories. The sweet glow of ambient lighting warmed the area in soft golden colors. She wrapped herself in the silky softness of her comforter allowing herself to feel completely at home, completely safe. So she typed out some more. The more she typed, the more she stopped denying herself, and the darker they got.
“Hey, it’s okay. You can do it, be my good girl for me and look at me” he said sweetly as he gripped her chin and demanded her frightened but trusting gaze. Her eyes raced back and forth between his and his rod between them. Hot water pelted her backside making sweet rivers in the crevices of her spine and down her ass. Its light sting barely reached her pussy, teasing her delicate folds. Her dom took one hand to hold her blushed face to his, while the other held her tightly by the hip. Her eyes danced with question.
“Be my good girl…” he cooed looking down at her between his eyelashes and the warm, clear, stream began. It was so warm and gentle, completely opposite of everything she thought it would be. So soft, and so warm, she couldn’t help but lean in. She wanted more than the feathering kiss the stream left on her legs. She anchored herself on one leg, letting her hip dip closer to his. The stream continued, now coating her trim bush, running through the folds of her pussy. The same as the delicate pressure of the shower head from behind but now it was his. It was his warmth running through her most inner folds. Claiming her, touching her so intimately. “Gooood girl”, he praised. She had almost forgotten he was there, and his hand was now curled through her hair, marking lazy strokes. She was leaning so far into him, his toned body and secure stature, his firm grip on her hip was now holding her steady rather than her legs. She arched her head to reach his gaze, his smile grew beautifully across his wide face and turned up at the corners revealing a the sweet cruelty of her dom. His fingers softly traced down to her lips that were parted, panting and puffy. The stream slowed to a drip, and now the warmth of the shower did not satisfy her. She opened her eyes again, and pleaded not for words, he knew that; he wouldn’t make her say the words she was still unsure she wanted to say, but he’d give her what she wanted which was more. “That’s my good girl. I’m so proud of my slut.”
Mystic River 