Ocean Of Need

April 💜 7 🔥🔥 Collared

April 2nd Continued...

I stand looking at the words of worship Mac has painted on my thighs, my ribs, my mouth. Study the lettering, the beauty of the paint strokes, like calligraphy on a precious script.

'These are words of worship. I want to worship you as I dominate you. But tell me Lilah, why you didn't want me to use ocean green?'

'Your eyes are the same pale green as the ocean on a calm day'

He smiles, 'And yours are the green of the ocean after the storm.'

'It's like we were both made from the ocean, and now I've tainted it by using it to end the games.'

'Lilah, a stop word is not an end word, it's a pause. An opportunity to take a moment, or however long you need, so that we can both make sure that you feel safe.'

'But if I stop or pause the game I'll be letting you down.'

'No, you won't my dear. Stopping a scene is nothing to feel bad about. If anything it would be a reflection on me. It would mean I haven't done my job. Haven't made you feel safe.'

I touch the side of his face, feel the softness of him, and say, 'No Mac. It wouldn't be a reflection of you. No-one can be a perfect player. I guess we both need the protection of a stop word. I guess it's not a stop word, or a pause word, it's a safe word. For both of us. Maybe you need safety too.'

His eyes fill with something unreadable. He's suddenly so fragile I feel like he could break apart in my hand.

'Mac?'

'Fuck Lilah. I think I could fall in love with you,' he says and then spins away back to his brushes and paints and sticks and canvases. As I smile and my heart soars. I know not to push it. We are made from the same part of the ocean, on different moods of the day.

When he turns back to me I feel the energy of him shift. He has himself back under control as he steps towards me, runs his hand down my spine, and says, 'There's something about you, Lilah. I want to simultaneously, adore and destroy you.'

I shiver and say, 'I want you to destroy me, so that I can build myself anew.'

His eyes flare, 'Exactly that. I love that. You should explore that in your work.'

'Maybe I will,' I smile. I don't tell him that I hate it when people tell me what I should write about,
because I do want to explore this, the poetry of it, and the game of it. And because we are back in the game of him having control and me accepting it.

'You really should,' he says.

I chew the inside of my lip as I mull over the idea of being destroyed, being adored, building myself anew. My life up till now seems to have been all about destruction. Destroying myself in order to fit in with a family of criminals. Then destroying my identity in order to get away from them. Could it now be about building myself anew? Could I adore myself in this new life? When was the last time I built anything other than a poem? Could I do that? Here? In this room? With him?

'Lilah?'

'Yes?'

'Where did you go?'

I smile, 'Here.'

His smile matches mine as he wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls my lips to his. Stopping a millimetre away he says, 'Who do you belong to?'

My heart beats in my inner thighs, and my pussy, and my ass, and my mouth, as I say, 'You Sir.'

'Good Girl,' he growls into my mouth, then kisses me. His tongue owning my mouth. Then he pulls away and says, 'I've got a present for you. I think now is the time to give it to you.'

My stomach lurches, wondering what it will be. Pain, or pleasure?

He heads over to the easel, puts his hand in his black leather bag and pulls something out of it. I can hear a clinking sound. He stands and turns to me, a thin black leather collar in one hand, a silver chain leash in the other.

'Oh,' I gasp and he cocks his head to the side. I swallow, then nod.

A smile opens up across his face as he walks slowly back to me. 'I know this is fast. Way faster than I normally go. I bought this the day after we met. I had such a strong connection with you. But I wanted to wait for the right time. I wanted to make it official. This feels like the right time.'

I return his smile. 'It's beautiful, Sir. I'd be honoured to wear a collar for you.' I dip my head downwards and feel him slip the collar around my neck. He fastens it and lifts my chin as he clicks the leash into the loop of it. The weight of the chain on the collar grounds me. I feel safe now that I am tethered to him. The weight of the leash, the commitment of the collar, maybe these things will stop me floating away.

'I'll have to train you to be my little pet, Miss Lilah.'

'I want you to. I want to know how to serve you, how to make you happy.'

'And I want to learn your needs, to know how to protect you.'

His hands travel up to my shoulders. He kisses me and I lean into his kiss. Lost in him, and starting to understand what this is that we are doing, and what he wants from me.

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