Every Moment...
Part Eight
by sarAdora

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...Submission... n. an agreement to abide by a decision... to obey...
...Submissive... adj. unresistingly obedient...
...Submit... v. to yield... surrender... comply... obey... to subject to conditions imposed... To defer to the judgment of another... to allow oneself to be subjected to punishment...
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Michaela lay on her bed... thinking... remembering Tyler... his anger his arrogance... She was loath to admit she missed him, missed his touch. "He's just a man," she muttered, "an ordinary man." A man who spanked me... took control... made me want him...   "I want him," she moaned, unbidden and softly murmured words startling her, awakening her senses, every detail of their last encounter fresh in her mind... every moment...

His hands had held her wrists... pinning them to the bed... forcing them over her head. His mouth... his demanding mouth... on my throat... my breasts...   Instantly, her nipples hardened... tightening... taut... aching with need, another soft moan escaping as memories swept through her. His mouth suckled... it was good. It was... He... his... his thighs forced mine apart... he spread me...   "I was open... spread apart so he could... His weight on top of me... I was... I want..." His body had dictated who was in control, who was on the receiving end, and what it was she would receive. She hadn't resisted; she wanted him to take control. Touching herself... fingertips pressing the hollow of her throat... where his lips kissed... searing her... Her breasts... nipples still aching... engorged... the heat of his mouth... flaming... succor... branding succor... His mouth had missed nothing, kissing... licking... suckling... inhaling... the scent of her... her essence... the satin of her belly... the silk of her thighs... consuming her... a precursor... to claiming...

Arms strengthened by need had cradled her thighs, her bottom cheeks, hands squeezing... kneading the flesh he had chastised... spanked. His palms itched... fingers seeking the hollows of each side of her mound, tracing the creases... then parting her. He had held her... open like a cherished book... a rare edition... his tongue turning the pages... reading her need. He matched that need, confessing his own, his breath hot... so hot... as his tongue slid through the warm, wet velvet between her thighs, giving... taking...

Conversation had been unnecessary. This had been about dominance and submission. This had been about who was in control... who would take... who would give. And it was about sex... selfish sex, the ultimate act of dominance and submission.

She had thought he would ooze with smugness after spanking her and claiming her. She had thought he would overwhelm her with his dominance, how easily he had controlled her senses, her compliance assured. She was wrong. Her heated bottom had tingled when he made love to her... yes, it was lovemaking, beautiful and gentle lovemaking. So good... his lovemaking... so sweet... so necessary...

"On your knees, baby," he had told her the next morning, his softly spoken command jarring her, sending shivers down her spine.

"I..." she sputtered. "I think..."

"Now," Tyler insisted, the single word a shroud... blanketing her body... seeping through her mind... encroaching... invading... permeating.

She took him into her mouth... acquiescent... quiet... submitting to his control... suckling. His hands were caught in her hair as he spilled his seed and he pulled her closer to his release... his essence covering her chin, her breasts, her belly... And with that act, she knew. He needed her submission as much as she needed his dominance. She was the one in control... not he.

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...Stubborn... adj. Unreasonably obstinate... resolute... hard to deal with... impossible to manage... resists change...
...Dominant... to dominate... master... rule... subjugate... command... control... control... control...
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He wanted her... was determined to have her... own her... He saw her as she had been... deliciously bare across my lap... mine to spank and fuck... mine to order and command... mine!

You love her,   the soft feminine voice whispered.

"What?" he exclaimed, alarmed, and turned toward the source of the sound, seeing no one. "I'm hearing things! The woman has me at sixes and sevens, twisted, knotted... She's..."

She's all you want,   the words seeped into his conscious mind... the thought startling... and unexpectedly... warming his heart.

Go to her,   the command uttered softly, sweetly.

"She should come to me," he argued with the hallucination. "I'm the dominant! The woman should always..."

Assert your dominance. Go to her. Demand her attendance to your needs! Demand her obeisance! Take it! Claim her!

Tyler nodded, not willing to voice agreement but warmed to the idea that he should go after what he wanted... Straightening his spine, he considered a plan of action.

Be sure to tell her how much you want her... how much you need her... how much you love her.

"Love her?" the words caught in his throat. He didn't have to love the woman to want her... He didn't have to love her to need her. He didn't have to... Love her? I don't love her. She's just slipped under my skin. That's all it is... a fleeting feeling... probably misplaced. Love her? I... could love her... I... might love her. I...

He didn't waste any time seeking her out, arriving at her flat unannounced and banged on her door until she answered it. And when she did, he pushed her against the wall, his tongue rough and hungry as his mouth covered hers. He moaned... her name a flame on his tongue... Freya...   His mouth parted against her lips and he heard her answering whimper as his name escaped with her breath.

"Tyler... Love me," she begged.

"Not yet," he replied, slipping his hand inside the elastic of her knickers... seeking... his palm and fingers instantly coated with her dew. "I want you to push against my hand," he rasped as he thrust his fingers inside her. "I want you to ache for me... burn, Freya... burn with need." His thumb found passion's button... circled it... torturing her... her climax building. "Will you submit to me, Freya?" he asked, his hand pulling back, making her lean into him... push into him...

Climbing... craving fruition... seeking release... tense... desire turned into necessity... want becoming need...

"Will you submit to me, Freya?" his voice soft... insistent... a hint of his own need surfacing... "Will you accept my role as your master?" he asked, the words an edict, a command.

She exhaled... her body exploding... a delicious burst of breath as he pinched her swollen clitoris... juices pouring out of her, filling and soaking his fingers... his palms... rivulets painting her inner thighs.

"You need me," she said in a rush of gasps. "You ache for me, for my submission and I... I long for your madness inside me. Again... take me again. I need you."

"Tell me you love me," he demanded as he pulled her across his lap after dropping onto the couch. "Tell me that you desire to please me, that you'll accept any punishment you deserve, that you know I could spank you hard... harder if I choose. Tell me you will give me your bottom... bared... arched... Tell me now!" he insisted as he pulled her cream colored knickers to her knees.

"Admit you love me," he added softly, his palm rubbing her ivory globes, picturing them pinked... reddened by his hand, her submission complete... true... "Will you give me that, Freya?"

"I love you," she admitted softly, reverting to shyness as a shield, unwilling to say more.

"Do you trust me to give you only what you can handle, my Freya?" he asked, hearing his words as he spoke them, wondering how it was that he sounded as if he were compromising his position. "Do you trust me?" he repeated, now uneasy... wondering at her response, wondering at the ache that had surrounded his heart... tightening... a sense of hurt surprising him, the possibility of losing her before they had barely begun... inconceivable... suddenly unbearable.

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Freya smiled knowingly as Loki faded away... In the god's place, Apollo appeared... tall and assured... nodding to the Norse goddess. He had delivered the promised oracle from Delphi... the fulfillment of the oracle was in the mortals' hands. Freya was content... her work at Olympus complete... it was time to return to Odin's side at Asgard...

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"I struggle with trust," Michaela said softly, her words raw with emotions... emotions that chased through her mind, seeking sanctuary in utterance. She turned in his arms as he lifted her to sit on his lap and somewhere, found the courage to look directly at the man who had burned her bottom, seared her psyche, and demanded her attention. She owed him the courtesy of speaking honestly. It had been hard to bare her bottom; it was far more difficult to bare her soul.

"Mostly, I struggle with control. I do nothing in half-measure, Tyler," she said softly, lowering her gaze to peek up at him from under her lashes, a blush rising on her face. "If I loved..." she murmured, the words spaced... each syllable escaping like puffs of breath... haltingly... "my desire to please... to please you... would be immeasurable. Would I bare my bottom for you? I don't know," she admitted, her hand seeking his mouth, her finger feathering over his lips. "Would I have to take my knickers down? Couldn't... couldn't you do that for me?"

"I could," he smiled, grabbing her hand, his heart lighter now, basking in her admission of love. His lips caressed her palm... her wrist... as he leaned her back against his arm. "I could do that, Freya. And will you take a not-so-gentle spanking if I deem it necessary?"

"Yes..." she said with growing confidence. "It would be difficult... but I'd try very hard to do that... for you... to give that much. I don't think it's my pain you want... it's my submission that you need. Could you be gentle...? Would you go slowly...? I could probably do that if you... I'd have to believe you loved as well," her voice faltered... eyeing him... wondering if he cared for her... could care for her... "Could you go slowly?" she asked. "Is it in you to compromise... to be flexible... to... to bend? Do you love me?" she asked in a rush of words before he could respond, afraid his answers would be cruel. "Do you have any love for me at all, Tyler Hamilton? Or do you just want to rule me, master me, and make me submit at all costs? Do you even know?"

"I can be gentle..." he swore, lowering her back across his knees. "I would love you... and cherish you..." he vowed, "from this day forth... for evermore..."

The first spanks were light... tingling... his hand a survey over every inch of her bottom, mapping territory, claiming title and ownership. His palms swept across her flesh... ivory to pink... the color deepening with each spank, her muted cries... a soft broadcast. The side of his hand traced her cleft, his fingers slipping into her heat... exciting his need for her. Her sweet and sudden submission filled him with joy and he was eager to give her what she craved.

Turning her, he slid down between her thighs... this was her time... His teasing tongue danced lightly across an urgently throbbing nub. He knew what she wanted... he also knew what he wanted...

Michaela surprised herself and him... grabbing his head with both hands and pulled him to her, grinding her need... her wanton need... into his mouth. It felt good to take. As her fingers entwined in his hair, he marveled at how satisfying it was to make her take. The line began to blur... who was giving... who was taking. At that particular moment, it didn't matter to either of them.

And then it was his time... his turn to take... to show her he could love... he could be gentle... he could give. He rose up on his elbows, his weight balanced on either side of her and looked at her... looked at the woman he had predicted would be trouble... was trouble... is trouble... will always be trouble... Her thighs were spread... open for him... her glistening sex swollen... ripe... hot... wet... Pulling back from her body, he touched her heated need with the head of his cock... teasing, rapid but shallow thrusts barely skimming the outer edges of her swelled petals... pink with longing. He wanted more... needed more... but wanted her hungry for him... wanted her to ask for it.... beg... plead... submit!

Momentum... it was all about momentum and dominance... and submission... glorious submission... glorious orgasm. She whimpered... "Please..."

"Please what?" he demanded, denying her... denying himself, thrusting faster, barely penetrating.

"Please... I need you. I want you."

It was time... She needed him... She needed all of him... his length, his thickness... his control... his dominance.

"For how long?" he gasped as he felt the tightening in his groin, prelude to...

"For each and every moment that you'll share with me," she said... a promise made...

"I'll share them all with you," he swore softly. "I'll love you and spank you and cherish you... every moment... for evermore. For evermore, my sweet Freya."

"Michaela," she corrected him. "My name is Michaela."

"Freya," he insisted, wrapping her in his arms and delivering a stinging swat to her reddened cheeks.. I knew she was trouble... From the first time I laid eyes on her...

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...Bliss... n. lightness of heart... happiness... delight...
...Moment... n. an instant...
...Every moment...

~ End ~

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