Page 48 of Games We Play
Leah had her safe word, but she never said it. Not even when Sloan asked her time and time again if she wanted to stop – even Sloan was capable of those moments of clarity when she briefly realized how far they were going so soon. It was one thing to saddle the woman up and ride her like the prophesized pony of every heiress’s birthday party, but it was quite another to tease Leah’s areolas with the hard, cold metal of nipple clamps before taking her on that pleasantly painful ride of her life. It was also one thing to spank her pussy with a soft paddle until she cried uncle, and quite another to then fuck her with the strap-on.
To be fair, she had begged for it. And when Sloan was in that dangerous headspace, she was inclined to give her partner whatever she begged for.
The handkerchief had moved from Leah’s mouth to her eyes, blinding her to the world around them and heightening her other senses. Or so Sloan told herself, though the truth was that she couldn’t bear to make eye contact with her lover tonight. She didn’t want to look down and see a soul at the end of her nose. She wanted the sounds, the scents, and the tastes of mutual ecstasy, but not a single shred of emotion. This was why she hired women to be her kinky partners. They knew how to detach their feelings and go along with it. They also weren’t afraid to use their safe words and put Sloan in her place when necessary. Women she picked up organically were finicky about that. Damn them.
As long as she heard the cries of orgasm and the enthusiastic demands of a woman finally living out her kinky fantasies, Sloan would keep going.
Going, going…
Wouldn’t she fatigue at some point? Wouldn’t she tire of turning her lover’s skin red and making her come?No. I don’t know how to slow down when I get this way.
Why would she want to slow down? She was living the high of her life!
“You learned all this from me, you know…”
No, no, no! Why was this happening now? How was it possible to enjoy sex so much, but feel like nothing but shit creeped into her brain?
I’m not okay. I’ve never been okay.Instead of addressing that, however, Sloan freed her lover from everything that touched her, from the clamps, to the straps, to the handcuffs and the blindfold keeping her apart from the woman she asked to dominate her.
“Is this what you wanted?” she whispered into Leah’s ear, tasting the sweet sweat of her body. “Is this what you always dreamed of, kitten?”
Leah could barely move. Her eyes remained closed, and from the way her chest rose and fell beneath Sloan’s gaze, she knew that her lover was in that faraway world called subspace.An Elysian mental state where everything is grand, feels good, and is for the mutual benefit of a trusting, loving couple.Sloan was about to choke.
A weak hand touched her chest. Sloan had never taken off her dress, and now it bunched around her torso, drenched in sweat and more than likely ruined. She didn’t care.
“You flew me all the way out here to do that to me, yeah?”
Sloan softly chuckled. “It was all I could think about. I wanted tonight to be so special that you never, ever forgot me.”
“How could I forget you? I’ve never met someone like you be…” Leah’s eyes glistened. She clamped her hand over them, a sob wracking her body.
Sloan was so far gone in her own head that Leah’s behavior almost didn’t register. When it did, she was quick to turn over and ask, “What’s wrong? You okay?”
“I don’t…” Leah curled into the fetal position, her body still struggling to contain itself. “I don’t know why I’m…”
Right. For every time a woman entered subspace, she was bound to come crashing down when the visit was over. There was no parachute to save Leah from being kicked out of the plane, and they were too high up for her to land on her feet.
It’s my job to take care of this…It used to be Sloan’s favorite part. The raw, uncut emotions experienced when it was all over and there was only the two of them. Closer. Closer than ever before.
“You’re okay.” Sloan patted Leah’s sweaty skin. “It’s normal. It happens to everyone after something like that.”
Leah sobbed harder, searching for Sloan’s reassuring embrace.
Oh, fuck.
This was why Sloan never went as hard as she wanted. This was why she paired with women who knew when to say that was far enough. If there was one thing she failed at as a Domme, it was the fucking after care. She often swore her heart was too hollow to accommodate her lovers’ after-sex tantrums.
“Hey, hey…” The part of her that damned Leah for forcing her out of her mental bullshit was the same part that was determined to not fuck it up this time. Not with a woman who barely understood what was happening.I may not be marrying her, but I’d rather not be responsible for her needing therapy for the rest of her life.“You’re fine. I promise. It’s your first time going through this, right?”
“I don’t know… I don’t… understand…”
“Don’t speak. You’re going to upset yourself more.” Sloan thought back on the first few times she explored kink with partners she supposedly trusted. How did they take care ofherwhen she inevitably exploded in fear and anxiety? The brain was a bitch, sometimes.
“Please…” That wasn’t the plea of a woman in need of more pleasure. That was all-too-familiar fear lacing Leah’s voice. “I’m scared.”
“Hey, what’s there to be afraid of?”God, I suck at this!Why did submissive people have to do this? “I’m serious. You’re cool, okay? Nobody’s going to get you. Everything’s fine between us. I’m not going anywhere.”
Leah continued to snuggle up against Sloan’s naked body. “You’re not?”
