by Alex M. Quinlan
Someone knocked on the door to my borrowed room, where I knelt on the air mattress neatening up for some all-too-rare time with a long-distance lover of mine. Turning around, I saw him peeking into the room, grinning.
"Hiya! C'mon in... I'm about done." I went back to tossing worn clothing off the mattress and into the suitcase, hearing him enter behind me.
"M'Lady?" The voice was his, but far different than I had ever heard it. I spun around on my knees, off balance, and rawly gaped to see the man who had only ever been Dominant to me on his knees, sitting back on his heels. His long dark hair fell loose around his face, falling into his eyes as he met my gaze and then looked quickly down. I closed my mouth with an almost audible snap, and crawled over to that edge of the mattress. Sitting crosslegged, I reached tentatively out and didn't need to touch him to have him lift his face again as I brought my fingers up under his chin. His grey eyes were drowning dark in pupil, and I could see he was over-controlling to not fidget. I looked at him for a few long, calming, slow breaths of my own, somewhere in there pulling my arm back. After one more deep breath, I found words.
"What is it, sweet?" He swallowed.
"I want to..." His mouth worked a moment with nothing coming out. "... to give you something." His hands, cupped in his lap, lifted, opening slightly as if holding something fragile and precious, even though they were visibly empty. I reached out with mine, matching his motion, watching his hands.
"And what is that?" I looked back up to his face, meeting his gaze. After a moment, he spoke, his voice clear, barely audible at the start, cracking slightly to become louder.
"My submission." A wave of dizziness passed over me as everything that made me Dominant flared, kindled, struck sparks and blazed into the fire of my Will... I could watch the shift in my demeanor mirrored in his reactions, his eyes widening and his torso swaying slightly back from me. I managed words, somehow.
"I ... see." I did not dare yet reach for him. "And what does this consist of?" I stalled for time... for control of myself, that I not frighten him away in my desire.
He looked confused. "I don't understand." I nodded, and looked into his eyes again.
"Are you giving me your pain?" I could see him remember the scene I wanted to invoke, a scene he had fled from, where my sadism towards another had been deliciously extreme.
"No, I... " he breathed slowly for a moment, calming himself. "No." His answer was firm, almost defiant, as if he expected me to object. I simply nodded, having expected that answer and asked for no clarification, not desiring any with that clear a boundary.
"Then what are you giving me?" He sat back harder on his heels, his cupped hands landing in his lap again. He looked down into them, as if seeking to see what was there. I watched his face, and schooled myself to patience.
"My submission, my will, subordinate to yours. For a time. My desire, my body subject to your desire, your whim." He paused, swallowed. "Sexually. Not as a slave, not as a toy... but as one who desires to... " he swallowed again and looked up at me, our gazes locking. "To feel your control over me." He looked away, around the room, seeking again. "I can't... I can't play as deep as you do. I can't be owned, I won't change any of my limits on safe sex. I can't do anything that will damage the promises and vows and commitments I have made." He was getting agitated, and so I cut in.
"Limits: Latex for everything. No abrogated commitments. This style of interaction does not leave this room, nor will I expect it again." I gestured to bring his eyes to mine, made my voice soft, and put in it all the wonderment I felt at this turn of events. "Not that I ever expected it." He just nodded. I spoke again before he could.
"Do you give me your hands, to use as I wish?"
He nodded, surely. "Yes."
"Do you give me your mouth, your tongue, your jaws and your voice?"
He smiled at that one, and licked his lips slightly. "Yes."
I grinned back, a little wickedly. "And do you give me your cock?" I reached forward, still not quite touching him, stroking a hairs-breath over his crotch, and able to see his body leap in response even through his jeans.
He swallowed, but still his voice was sure. "Yes."
"Do you give me your desire?"
His breath caught, and he got very still. "Yes." His voice skipped a little on that one.
"Do you give me your will, for this time?"
"Yes," he whispered.
I looked directly into his eyes, with all my desire and intensity. "And... do you trust me?"
Slowly he nodded, his gaze firmer on mine, saying softly, distinctly, surely. "Yes, I do trust you."
"Then... ask for what you want, my sweet." I let the fires inside me go molten hot, felt the heat flaring on my skin, felt myself trembling with it. His eyes got wide again, and he got up on his knees.
"My Lady, please..." He held his cupped palms out to me. "Take me." His voice cracked and broke, and the need was naked in his face. I reached out and cupped my hands under his, and he poured what was in his hands into mine. I drew my hands to my face, and inhaled over them, my eyes fluttering closed and my entire body shaking, nearly orgasming.
"Oh... I ... will take... your gift, my precious one." My voice was rough with the ragged edge of control. "And I will keep this sacred trust..." I opened my eyes, and looked again into his. "Until it is time to give it back."
I stroked my fingers back through my hair, combing it back from my face. Reaching forward, I cupped his jaw between my hands, drawing him into a kiss that took his mouth.
It was the first of many.
© Copyright July 29, 1998
