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“Are you ready for me to fill you up?” I panted, groaning.

Felix nodded. “Yes.”

“Do you want me to come inside you?” I asked.

“Yes,” he affirmed again.

“Then ask nicely,” I said, still pumping in and out with gusto.

“Please,” he begged. “Fuck me, fill me, come inside me.”

His pleading was too much for me to handle. I fisted the sheets by his shoulders and let out a guttural cry of pleasure. My orgasm was mind-altering, taking me to another place.

When I had finally finished emptying myself in him, I untied him, cleaned him up and rubbed his back, gently whispering to him until his eyelids became heavy and drooped closed. I knew he was asleep after his breathing became quietly subdued.

I cradled him in my arms. Our naked bodies were intertwined, and the intimate candles still cast a yellowish hue to the darkened room. I never wanted this moment to end. I snaked my arms around Felix and listened to the rhythm of his heartbeat.

I loved his smell, the touch of his warm body pressed up against me. I loved the way he selflessly cared for me and diligently tried to help me dig myself out of this hole in any way he possibly could.

I realized in that peaceful moment of tranquility, while we were lying in bed next to each other after amazing sex, that it wasn’t just about fulfilling my Dominant side with a submissive play partner. With Felix, it was turning into much more than that. I was falling for him, and dangerously fast.

15

Felix

After sex, I fell asleep in Garret’s arms as he whispered soothingly to me and stroked my hair. His voice was so pacifying, and his gentle touch was extremely satisfying and lulling to my senses.

Garret infected me with his charm and intoxicated me with his appeal. It was only a matter of time before I involuntarily succumbed to a deep and tranquil sleep. Before long, my eyelids became heavy and drooped shut with fatigue.

After a while, I woke up. The morning sun came in through the blinds, splashing light into the room. I felt refreshed and rejuvenated in a way that I never had before. I realized then that maybe I had been a control freak all this time and had been fighting against the intuition of my urges. It was as if I had finally come full circle to be aware of what I was, and how to work on it for the future. It was almost like a soul-cleansing moment for me.

I finally felt connected to the person who I was inside, who I should be, organically, not forced. I was not a Dom. I was a sub, and it was easier to admit than I had initially realized. Once I stopped fighting my gut reflexes, I knew I could be happier in my own body.

My natural tendencies were to submit, and I was happy doing so because it felt right, especially with Garret as my Dom.

I heard Garret shuffling around in the kitchen, so I tossed the sheets off, got dressed, and wandered down the hallway to meet him there.

“Good morning,” I said brightly.

To my surprise, Garret gave me an optimistic smile. His eyes flashed with tempting lust. He was spreading butter on toast, then moved over to a frying pan where he was scrambling some eggs.

“Good morning,” he said and placed his arms around me, hugging me. He planted a soft kiss on my lips that made me tingle from head to toe. His body was warm and inviting.

“Do you need any help in here?” I asked.

“Nope.” Garret shook his head. “I’ve got it all under control. You just sit down and relax.”

“Thanks.” I sat down at the table, watching Garret fix our plates.

“Coffee?” he asked and held up an empty mug, shaking it slightly.

“Absolutely.” I grinned.

“Coming right up.” Garret tossed me a wink as he poured the piping hot liquid into a mug designated just for me.

I could get used to being catered to like this. I didn’t know where Garret’s peppy mood was stemming from this morning, but I could certainly get on board with it becoming more permanent.

“I have a good feeling about today,” Garret said with a contented sigh as he plopped down beside me, placing a plate full of delicious eggs, toast, and bacon in front of me.