Page 24 of No Right To Love You
Ocean says giving me a command that drives me nuts. He’s turning me on, and I want to give him more of me.
“Yes, Mr. M.”
I must obey it no matter how he touches me and moves me.
This is what I like, and he is here to remind me of what we used to take care of each other with. A sub never forgets what their Dom wants to do with them.
“Yes, sir.” I say as I get on my knees for him in my blue dress that I wore at the fundraiser for my father’s firm.
We looked good and my husband came just as dressed up as I did. I know that Ocean didn’t care that we were in this club dressed like this. That’s what makes me love this man more and more again.
We flew here right away. The scene that Billy pulled at the event was unnecessary and Ocean needed to channel his energy. He wasn’t going to lay Billy out again, so I was here to give him what he needed, and I had to remember. Remember who he was to me.
“What is my role as your husband, baby?” Ocean asks as the feel of his finger is felt underneath my chin, he lifts it. “Tell me.”
“Your role as my husband is to love me, to protect me, make me feel good and always be there for me.” I answer and as I try my best to hold it in, a whimper escapes when Ocean removes his touch from my chin. I crave his touch. Every little touch is what makes me woozy off of Ocean’s love. Other touches have never ignited me as much as his did or rather still does. “Sir.” I whisper, remembering where I am.
Through the double-sided wall in the room, we can see that others are watching us, we don’t care. We never have and it makes me want Ocean more. He is my Dom, my husband, and my best friend all wrapped into one even when I know that I need to be reminded of it. I miss this side of me, submitting my everything to him so that he can take care of it all.
“What is your role as my sub?” he asks me.
“As your sub, my role is clear. I consensually agree to relinquish my control and I submit all my direction, leadership, and guidance to you, sir.”
“Do you feel empowered by surrender,marionette?” he coos as he takes a couple steps behind me while I maintain looking straight ahead.
Involuntary gasps slip out of my mouth when Ocean slightly touches my scalp. Even though I knew better than to do my braids when we’re going to play, I risked it. My scalp is very sensitive and although sensory play isn’t always our thing, it is the calm before the storm. He knows it and so do I.
Ocean touches the exposed skin on my neck since I put my braids up by a hair clip.
“Yes, sir, I do.” I finally answer.
“Do you enjoy giving up control to me?”
“Yes, sir. I enjoy it very much. More than you’ll ever know.”
“I’m so glad to hear that, baby.”
Ocean walks around to stand in front of me as he kneels and sits back on his heels. My eyes zeroes in on his hands as they rest on his thighs.
“You know what surrender comes with and what it requires. What I need to be for you is connected to what you want to give me. I can’t take it from you, I can’t make you do that, you understand that right?”
There’s that feeling of shame that overwhelms me. I didn’t mean for it to be this way. Ocean has his role in my life just like I have mine in his.
“Tell me what you feel?” Ocean asks.
“I’m ashamed because I know that you can’t be what I need you to be if I don’t show you that I trust you. You’re a great husband and father but I haven’t been letting you be my Dom. I’ve closed it off. I don’t like it. I miss you.”
“Your honesty turns me the hell on, baby. You know I love it when you’re honest. Talk to me. This isn’t about anyone else but you, I’m here for you, only.” He reassures me.
“I need… no.” I shake my head. “I crave your dominance. The way you care for me in everything. I know you do it for everything else, but I want it for this.”
“I crave your surrender,marionette. Your trust is most important to me because without that you can’t submit to me. You won’t give up being who you are when you’re in the courtroom. I love your fierceness there, how much you dominate that but when we’re here, in our house, in our dynamic, you surrender that. You become vulnerable with me because you trust that I will never take advantage of that.”
“Yes.” I moan out. Ocean leans in, licking my lips.
Maybe I shouldn’t be doing this, but I don’t care. I missed this. I move in closer, pulling Ocean in for a kiss and my heart rejoices when he lets me.
Ocean kissed me without touching me. This is torture for me because I know that he knows I want more of him. Ocean pulls away with a smirk.
