AI art by moi.

She came through the door and put the groceries on the counter.

Dinner could wait a little as she wanted to check on Him. He hadn’t answered her last two texts, which wasn’t like him. She was a little worried!

Roaming through the house, she found him.

He was reclined in his favorite chair, with rain ambience playing on his huge TV. Soft snores came from him as he slept.

Her heart contracted painfully at how sweet he looked. She knew He’d hate her using that word but it fit and He was learning to live with her frank assessments of His worth, cuteness, and tenderness.

Her hands went to her blouse, and soon, she had her clothes in a pile that she’d clean up later. Gently, she crept up next to Him on the chair. She made sure to be on his left since he was left-handed. Not wanting to wake him, she oozed up against him as she moved his left arm around and behind her.

He made a contented sound as his left hand stroked down her bare back then clung to her. She’d trained him to take her like this when she crept back into bed after using the bathroom or whatever. He no longer woke up but just grabbed and claimed her. She melted into his side as she felt his power flow through her.

Older men were wonderfully protective as hell. It was incredibly sexy, and it was easy to see why some young women felt smothered by them. Not her, not at all. She craved this, begged for it, and loved it and him for it.

Gazing down the man that had whipped her, beaten her, paddled her, spanked her, fucked her, eaten her, edged her to sobs, and owned every fiber of her being. She knew he still didn’t think himself worthy of her: the idiot. It was the other way around, for sure.

Leaning into him, she trailed soft kisses on his exposed ear and nibbled just a little. He rolled to her as she desired and she now kissed his neck. She had to be very soft or he’d wake and want her to do more.

She was totally fine with that but he was tired. He needed this nap.

It had been a rough month for him for so many different reasons. A fiery coal of anger burned inside her as she thought of those who had hurt him, betrayed him, and more. If it were in her power? Retribution would rain from on High. He’d forbidden her to act in any way. Silly Dom still cared about those people. His heart was so huge…infinite.

“When did you get back, Love?” He growled quietly.

Damn it! She’d awakened him.

“Just a little while ago, Lover.” She knew he loved that pet name almost more than Sir or Master…almost. “I’m sorry I woke you.”

“I’m not…not at all. This feels…good.” He didn’t stir so she cradled him in her arms and turned his face to her breasts.

“Suckle?” She begged and suggested.

“Mmmhmm.” His lips sucked in one of her nipples.

Instead of his usual hard suction or bite, he just lightly sucked and played with it using the tip of his tongue.

“Mmm…strawberry.” He murmured.

She giggled and was glad she’d remembered to apply it in the car. A Good Girl had to always be prepared and she knew he loved this silly teenage affectation. Maybe she’d change into the school uniform he liked so much and beg to go out to dinner? After a nice spanking first, of course, so her bottom would be properly squirmy.

“May I…stroke you, Sir?” She whispered.

He nodded. Sir was allowed to not use words.

Reaching down with her left-hand, she circled his semi-hard cock. Her touches were light. This wasn’t a sexual moment. If he wanted to make it one, that was fine, but she loved the chance to comfort the paragon of strength that was always there for her.

He’d switched to the other nipple with a soft sigh.

Her heart threatened to explode at the amount of love she was feeling for him right now. Would he get angry if she tried to tell him? She kept silent. A Good Girl had to walk a careful line between submission, taking care of her Dom, and protecting the Male Ego. At least, he was honest about it with her.

“I have a rather large bucket that needs filling with affirmations, ” he’d told her once early in their negotiations.

Vanilla People would just call it chatting online, but any sub worth her salt knew it was always a game when speaking with a dominant. They negotiated like they breathed. It was natural for them.

She’d vowed that day to make sure she kept his full. It sometimes meant filling it with tidbits from other women but it was okay. She knew her worth and where she fit in his hierarchy. No one would supplant her.

Finally, she tried to convey this with a few classical words.

“I grow more and more in love with you, Master, every hour of every day.” She put her whole heart and soul into saying it to him.

It worked because he stopped and looked up into her eyes. His were completely open and without filters or walls. She was being let in to his last layer. Wisely, he didn’t fuck it up by trying to sound witty or charmig. He just pulled her face down to him and claimed her once more with his kiss.

Ok, it was a sexual moment now.

She left his kiss and moved down his body. His soft chuckle tickled her and also embarrassed her a little. Sir knew she was a very passionate girl. He hadn’t messed it up with words. She wasn’t going to either and the best way a submissive could lay claim to her Dom, Sir, and Master? Cock worship.

“Slow.” He told her in answer to her mental question of how he wanted it right now.

She went slow.