No Control (Chris Motionless)

Chapter 40 - Breath Control

Warning: Sexual Content

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Without saying a word Chris eased me back on to the ground, but kept a tight arm around my waist to help me stay upright. He turned off the water with his free hand before reaching for one of the towels on the rack just outside of the tub. I couldn't meet his eyes as he wrapped the towel around my shoulders as I struggled to look calm. I was fixated on the tiled floor beneath me as he worked my sopping-wet dress and panties off my hips, letting it all fall in a heap at the bottom of the bathtub.

"I'll let you wear something of mine instead." He tells me as he swiftly dries off.

"Are we done?"

"We aren't doing anything until you feel alright again, we can always pick back up where we left off or we can go a bit easier."

"God, this is so embarrassing," I mutter as I use the edge of the towel to wipe my eyes as I take a seat on the edge of the bath.

"Hey, it's alright. We did quite a lot today and it can be overstimulating to deal with switching from dom to sub like that on such short notice."

"But I shouldn't be crying over you just speaking harshly to me. I've seen you do so much worse to other people."

Chris then decided to kneel down in front of me, placing a gentle hand on my knee as he spoke, "That's because some people have been doing stuff like that for years and you've only done it a couple of times. It's a learning thing, you don't have to be perfect immediately. Besides, you're a different person, so it won't be the same for you. You and I are different together."

"Wouldn't you rather be with someone who can keep up with you then?" I demanded as I lifted my head to stare into his eyes, not wanting to miss how he would take my question.

"Before I had gotten to know you, I might've said yes. I do know you more now though and I have to say no because I would be lying if I didn't. At this point, I don't know if I'd even care if you said that you hated this whole BDSM dynamic and you never wanted to have anything to do with it again. I just want you, in whatever way you'll let me have you."

I leaned down to give him a deep kiss before telling him, "I don't think I can ever see myself as being alright with making you not have this be a part of what we are. I've come to love it too much."

He chuckled for a second before I pressed my lips back to his, meshing our mouths together as I allowed the damp towel to fall away from my shoulders.

Our lips only separated when Chris pulled away to ask, "Are you sure you're okay to keep going?"

"I'll make sure to let you know if I'm not."

Before Chris joined our mouths back together, he guided me to my feet and gingerly tugged me back into the bedroom. He lifted me off of my feet long enough to have me sit on the bed and then whispered, "We're going to take this a bit slower right now."

Disregarding our dampened state, Chris slowly pressed my back into the mattress before his hands trailed down the front of my body. His fingers and palms caressed every inch of my skin that he touched, causing a much slower heat to build in my core. The path he made down my form stopped when his hands reached my thighs, spreading them apart before grasping at the underside of my knees to pull our lower halves closer together. I gasped sharply as he rubbed his tip against my moist lips for just a moment before burying his length in me, all the way to the hilt.

"Fucking finally." I groaned as my body arched up into his while his arm snaked around my waist, pressing us more firmly together and his smooth strokes had me softly sighing.