Sliding my key into the front door, I barely open the squeaky piece of wood back on its hinges before I catch sight of her naked figure illuminated by the porch light now streaming in.
Sorcha is waiting for me, perched back on her heels, palms up on her lap and head down in perfect submissive form. This is the first time that she has ever presented like this, primed and ready for my will. Fuck it! She can paint the whole house in polka dots for all I care. Promptly closing the door, I pause at her side and run my palm up her neck, causing her to shiver in anticipation. The silky tresses glide through my fingers before I greedily encapsulate the strands and yank back, my inner dominant soaring from this beautiful present.
“You thought that this would be penance enough for doing what you did?” I gruffly ask but tremble slightly in yearning.
“No, Sir. This is our official one-month anniversary present.” Her eyes flick to the playroom and as I follow along, I see a trail of candlelight ending at a new piece of equipment hanging in the center. If I had had less control, my seed would have spilled on the spot.
“Someone has been busy on her day off. And, technically, I’ve owned that pussy a lot longer than a month.” I can’t help but try to get a rise out of her; this woman’s fire gets me off in a way I never knew I needed.
Her eyes narrow as she bites back a response before smoothing out her soft, feminine face. “Sir, that may be true, but officially, it has only been a month.” The click of her tongue on the roof of her mouth tells me she is holding back as best as she can.
Sorcha and her technicalities. “Oh baby girl, we will have to agree to disagree.” Releasing her hair before what little control I have left slithers away. I pull out a rectangular velvet box from the inside of my leather jacket and open it for her to see. Her eyes go wide as they scramble back and forth between the box and my face. “Happy anniversary, my love.”
Taking out the short, silver Herringbone chain, I gently reach around the slender column of her neck as she side sweeps her long hair. After I fasten it, her fingers reach up and trace the pendant in awe. It’s her birthstone in teardrop form, artistically wire wrapped with two small diamonds in representation of our pairing. It sits perfectly in the hollow of her neck, a tasteful collar that to the outside world will appear as nothing more than a beautiful piece of art. It is the first piece of jewelry that I have ever bought a woman. It is also the first formal collar I have ever given. All of these things she knows as she gazes back at me in wonder, a tear escaping her eye and running down the soft swell of her cheek.
Leaning down, I sip it from her flesh before finding her lips. Desperation fills use both as I crush into her and she meets me point for point. Grasping the reins, I begrudgingly pull back and incline my head towards the playroom. She gasps at my sudden absence, eyes glazed over in desire. “You think you deserve a go in that?” A wicked smile plays on my lips.
“It is our special day. Can’t we talk about the kitchen tomorrow?” A hopeful expression gleams back at me through her lustful state.
“Hmmm, I don’t think so.” As much as I want to suspend her in that fancy new sex swing now adorning the suspension rack, I can’t give in now. Her deflated face almost breaks my heart.
“Will you at least look at the kitchen first?” she pleads. Sonofabitch─ having her beg on her knees with her naked perfect curves calling to me and the drunk-with-need haze saturating her being─ I about buckle over on the spot.
“Only if you crawl on all fours ahead of me,” I manage through a clenched jaw, my inner dominant warring with my possessive and highly sexually driven side.
Instead of the anticipated scowl, she promptly falls forward on her hands and begins to sashay her way to the offending room. My hand reaches forward to stroke the swell of her ass but quickly pulls back. The sway of her bare hips makes me forget the task at hand until she stops, stands, and turns on the soft overhanging light above the sink.
Dark, regal purple walls stare back, highlighting the white cabinets and making the new granite countertops I had just put in stand out. I have to give it to her; it looks really… really good.
“This wasn’t a mutual agreement; you did this without my approval,” I grunt, attempting not to give in too fast and admit wrongdoing.
“I know, I am sorry about that, but I had to show you the vision that you could not see. If you want me to paint it something else, I will.” She sighs heavily, and hanging her head under the weight of my suspected disapproval.
Without another word, I throw her over my shoulder and plant a firm hand over her ass, causing her to giggle in delight. “It stays. Next time, you will wait for me. And I will try to be more open.”
“Yes, Sir!”
With that, I take her to the playroom, all thoughts of punishment thrown by the wayside. She has always had a way of disarming me, corrupting me on a level like no other. All rules and logic defied. Thank fucking God for that.
Sorcha
Lying wrapped up in a tangle of limbs, the sound of the ocean mixes with the subtle snoring stemming from Gavin. Peace and tranquility wash through me as I find my mind lulling about but not quite ready for sleep. A few months ago, I never would have been able to picture the life I now lead. Part-time bartender and now full-time artist, as well as full-time partner to an amazing man who centers my world.
My daddy hit the ceiling when I told him I was moving in with Gavin, and my mum started clasping her hands in prayer and thanking God she might finally get some grandchildren. I laugh at the thought of having a child, we are far from that, but I have to admit, the idea doesn’t seem as horrific as it once did. Maybe one day we will opt for some wee ones running about. First, we need to finish mending the damaged bonds within the family.
My daddy refuses to speak to me for weeks. Finally, just a few days ago, we spoke again and had managed to get back on good terms. We are so much alike that it takes us a minute when we disagree. But, we always come round. After a few hours of talking, he finally agreed to bring my mum over for dinner tomorrow night. Hence, taking a risk on the kitchen.
Gavin’s arm tightens around my waist, and I sink into his inviting warmth. Heaven, simply heaven. It is within him that I found a passion for love and life beyond where any of my selfish endeavors used to take me. In practicing forgiveness and learning how to open my barriers to let someone in, I have been rewarded beyond my wildest dreams.
The End
Stay Tuned for the next installment of the Affliction of Falling Series where we get to know more about the lovely Jade and not to worry, you will get a few updates on Gavin and Sorcha through Jade’s eyes.
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