1 year ago. May 6, 2022 at 8:11 AM
This little piece is something I’ve been tinkering with on and off for the past month – outlining, editing, weighing whether it was good for the blog or another piece to add in the vault with the others I don’t know what to do with.
It came to me one grey, rainy Autumn Weekend in March – this idea of feeling so drawn into your dominance or your submission, this little sphere of romance you build together, that you’re bursting with so many strands of thoughts. For the past month it was just a few lines in my notes on my phone, a visceral scribble, until the past two weeks, when I sat down and started to get lost in the moment.
I hope it is worth your time. Heads up - it is a bit long, rawly edited and such.
Thunder erupts across the night sky above, a low growl stretching out to mark the coming storm.
Jake and Iz, hand in hand, strolling along the edges of the beach barefoot, pay it no mind.
This humidity is killer. Scorching their skin, coating their bodies in that inescapable layer of sweat. Izzy’s chestnut coloured hair has gone curly again, for the umpteenth time.
They welcome the change.
It’s their first night into their weeklong vacation. Their first in 4 years. And they’re spending their time off at an apartment by a beach one stretch of road away from the ocean. One stretch away from the white, blinding sands and luscious ocean the colour of every shade of green.
They ordered in some Thai, shared their dinner watching the sun going down amidst crashing waves and the scent of sea salt on the air.
In the fading light, they walk side-by-side, conversation flowing from everything to nothing at all.
Until the lull comes.
As comfortable as the gentle sea breeze stroking their skin, weaving through their hair.
The touch of the breeze does something to them. Heightens the moment, the silence between them. Stirs something within them.
A thought pops into Iz’s mind. Time coming to a crawl, the moment stretching onwards to eternity. Her skin tingles with goosebumps.
Beside her, Jake’s mind races. They’re in their own realm, a beachy paradise. Nothing else exists outside of this moment. There is only the sound of the beach, their feet sinking into the sand, the feeling of giddiness in his gut.
Something about the moment here with Iz, tasting the sea salt on his tongue, walking by the beach, into the dark of night with her, is turning him on. He feels his stomach begin to knot, feels his cock brush against his jeans, his heart swell with love.
Something tugs him out of his reverie, pulls him back to the world, and resumes the flow of time.
He turns to see Iz a step behind him, linked by their hands, her eyes wide.
With the sun going down, half of her body is saturated in monochrome. The colour has been drained out of her blue dress with sunflowers, leaving the night to swallow all but her neck, where the shadow of the Eucalyptus tree above her marks a line across her pale throat dotted with beautiful freckles.
And her eyes glisten something unspoken in the sunset.
Her green eyes became a running gag between them early in the relationship, an in-joke they both giggled at it. Depending on her mood they would change colour, shifting from a deep green to touches of blue or yellow. Be a tell for a thought brewing in her mind.
It was a cliché to think they sparkled like light scattered on an Emerald — but as she looked to Jake, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, it was the thought that came to him.
‘What is it? What’s…’
Iz’s hands were reaching up to her shoulders, fingers slipping underneath the straps of her dress.
‘Izzy!’
His head whipped around to look for any others on the beach. See if people were walking too, couples like them, oldies out for a stroll, kids playing till the last light of day drove them back home.
But no one was there.
He could feel her gaze draw him back to her, draw him deeper, closer, into her eyes. They were wide with…what was that? Adoration. Concentration. Submission.
He knew this look before. The beautiful look of a primal warrior, eyes reflecting the wild spirit. No matter how many times that look surfaced in her eyes, it still made his stomach flip.
He didn’t realize he was holding his breath until her dress fell to the sand in a clump – with just a cute little wiggle from Iz’s hips.
And the air was knocked out of him.
Just like it was the first time he met her.
The first time she laughed.
The first time they kissed. Were naked together. What started off as a sweet, innocent embrace when he was staying over hers in another room. That she crept into in the dead of night.
The feeling of a connection, an up-link, between established between minds.
Her resting on top of him, pulling aside her blue-sky Cookie Monster shorties and guiding him to her.
He traveled through time in that instant.
The colours of her hair over the years. Purple. Blue. Red. Green. Silver. Blonde.
Love and time and dominance and submission and affection and friendship built on top of a fire never dying out.
And here she was before him, completely naked, drenched in monochrome. Hair frizzy, her natural brunette colour growing out over her blonde dyed. The slightest, sweetest curve in her lips showing a smile that reflected in her eyes. Her favorite quote from Bioshock – We all make choices, but in the end our choices make us – slinking up around her right arm. The lovely shape of her breasts. The thin stretch marks running alongside her belly button. Her trimmed pubic hair, the way her left leg rested as she stood, just bent at the knee.
She was beautiful. All of her.
Yes, there was a part of him that felt like a creep, breaking eye contact as he did, taking every inch of her in, but he couldn’t look away.
Her spirit was here, burning bright, and it was infectious.
Jake swallowed, his mouth working to express the thoughts stumbling over each other in his mind.
‘Isabel, I…’
What are words? What words could succinctly, properly, express how he feels? Where could he begin? What would sound less of a ramble? He knew she wouldn’t mind, that she didn’t care if he stumbled on his words, not after these 4 years together. But still, he stood there, mouth working wordlessly as he mind assembled his thoughts.
Iz felt her cheeks grow red-hot at hearing her full name come out. The truth was she didn’t know what came over her. She just felt it, this sudden inexplicable desire to strip. This fucking maddening urge to do this for him. She didn’t expect it like this, an overwhelming compulsion. Her heart hammering, skin prickling with heat, nipples rubbing, hardening against the fabric of her dress.
Was it the storm coming that did this to her?
The thunder rumbling above, the breeze on her arms – the breeze now tracing its way across her ass, ticking her curves, sending chills down her back. What was it?
Before she even she knew what she was doing she was lowering herself to her knees before her Sir.
Jake watched, heart in his throat, as Iz lowered herself down, her pale legs stretching out behind her, knees sinking into the sand, her head bowing, hair obscuring her face.
He stood there, frozen by the powerful sight, amazed by the beautiful sight, touched by the love filling his heart for her. Words formed and died in his throat. Still, nothing seemed right enough to say how he felt.
Kneeling before Him, eyes closed and listening to the roaring ocean, Izzy smiled.
She felt small. Protected. If asked, she could not say why, she simply felt calm, at peace. Like the universe was cracked wide open and in this very moment she understood herself for the very first time. And with this, she understood Him. That his primal being would protect her, cherish her. Keep her safe.
‘Isabel…’
Izzy lifted her gaze to Jake, her hair falling into her eyes.
Jake didn’t know how to say it. He knelt down beside her, brushed the strand out of her eyes. Gave in to the urge to cup her face in his hands. His heart fluttered when Iz leant into him. Nothing ever felt so right.
Izzy sighed and leaned her head into his hand; rubbing her face into his arm, showering his wrists with little, wet kisses that tickled his stomach. The sight of her, cat-like, primal, made his heart flutter.
Something gently brushed against his leg and Jake downed looked to see Izzy’s hands climbing up his knee, her fingers stretching out to grasp at his cock through the denim.
Just the slightest touch of her, the distinct, and lovely smell of her this close to him, made his cock ache further, pressing against the denim of his jeans.
‘Sir?’
Her voice was lighter than usual.
‘Yes, pet?’
‘Pet would like to take Sir’s cock in her mouth.’
The two of them, kneeling there in that moment, blushed together, a bubbling pot of awkwardness and shyness. Iz couldn’t say why she felt the need, she just knew she wanted to.
He looked down at her, his body vibrating with that nervous energy, and saw she was looking ahead to where his jeans would open to let his cock out.
‘Can she..?’
Something hit the back of Jake’s neck, raising the hairs on the back of his arms.
Thunder rumbled above them across the sky as the first bit of rain began to fall.
‘I think she can.’ Jake replied.