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I was not use to him being upset with me and handling me roughly in anger. This was not a bedroom game we play. Tonight was the first time I experienced a different side of him.
With his cum dripping from my face, he brought me a towel. My vision clear, though my emotions were still stormy and fragile.
No words were spoken as his gentle and caring side helped me out of bed. With his arm draped around my waist, us walking to the shower.
Looking into my eyes, he removes the infinity collar before we step in to get clean. The silence surrounded us as our eyes speak volumes of our past, present and future lives that this moment held.
Something has come alive in me that I don't quite understand, but I embrace how it makes me feel and what it means to me.
Serving this man, pleasing this man and giving and receiving the deepest levels of intimacy and trust that we have shared in this past year has revealed just how much I love him. I simply can't stay mad at him.
Experiencing how a true submissive woman knows no bounds to the deepest parts of themselves they give to the one who holds her heart. That's the gift.
We are comfortable in bed, my eyes wide open in the darkness. Silence is now our healing balm when he speaks first.
"Khadijah, first I want to apologize. I love you and my fear of loosing you brought out some things..." Antonio confessed.
"I lost it... You deserve the best version of myself." He says, cuddling me in, kissing the top of my head.
"I need to leave for a business trip tomorrow for a few days." He says.
Without a word, I get out of the bed, turn on the low light and walk to my side of the closet and return with the little red leather collar and golden pad lock and key. I return to the bed and place all three in front of him where he lay.
I pull the covers back, moving down to position my face inches from his active dick, with my hand resting on his hip, looking up to be or do exactly what he wants or needs next. Not many people could begin to understand the unique nature of our relationship.
"High on your knees." He says in the quiet between us. I respond immediately to get into position, sitting up straight, relaxed, looking on to him with love.
"Are you sure this is what you want? This is not a game to me Khadijah. Is this work friendly?" He asks, kneeling behind me, the collar in hand.
"This is exactly what I want. Daddy." I say definitively, as he fastens the strip around my neck. I turn to face him, leaning my head back for the final gesture.
Our eyes lock with the click of the little padlock, as his kiss, possessive and all encompassing gives me life.
Still kneeling on the bed, he leaves me to slip the key into his wallet. His eyes stalk me as he makes his way back to the bed.
"What does my lovely dove need from Daddy?" He breathes in my ear, flanking his powerful thighs on either side of mine, behind me. His big hands knead and cup my breast and flit my clit, sliding back up to envelope my throat. His hardened dick on my back.
"Daddy, please fuck me." I say, as need etches out to barely a whisper. His grasp on my neck is making my pussy wet.
"Wet me up my little fuck slut." He says, as I turn to face him, thinking, 'challenge accepted.' I've waited all day, weathering the storms of our love for him to fill my pussy. I get right to it, licking his whole shaft, wetting him with thick tongue strokes.
He lays me on my back and holds one of my legs up, resting it on his shoulder as he slides into my tight wetness. I feel all of him from this position also feeling the soreness of my ass from when he took me from the back earlier when he thrusts deep into my pussy.
"Aww Daddy, awww shit." I say in delirium as his stroke quickens. He's fucking me like he's going to be gone for a month.
"Daddy I love you, awww, I love you Daddy." I chant over and over, whining through my labored breaths. My nails rake his legs as he fucks me with determined intensity.
"I love you too my sweet little love slave. My perfect woman. I can't imagine life without you. I will always love you no matter what." He says, releasing my leg and repositioning himself on top of me, grinding deeply.
I cling to him, wrapping my legs around him. His concentrated gaze all but consumes me. The sounds of our flesh slapping as he rocks into me.
We kiss according to our place of love. Our world, our rules. When I look into his eyes, I know this the only place I want to be. With him.
It had been a long night and tomorrow was already here as I reflected that this would be the first time in a year that we would be apart.
When I got to the office, having my locked collar concealed under a dress scarf filled me with simmered passion all day.
Antonio text me to send him a picture of my neck. At the first opportunity, I snapped a picture at my desk, feeling naughty because my freaky behavior is my secret. No one at work could ever imagine the life I live outside of here.
He hasn't even been gone a full day and I miss him already. I'm surprised I haven't heard from Antonio all day.
After work I go to his house and it feels strange not to come home to the warm, welcoming energy Antonio brings. I'm annoyed by the quiet.
I text him to let him know I'm home. Hours go by and no response. I worry, wondering if he's ok. l probably texted him more than I should have. It wasn't until close to midnight that he text back. "Good night Khadijah." Is all it said.
"Daddy are you ok?" Was the first of many more texts back to him. Silence from him. His next reply came six hours later. "Good morning Love. I'm fine. I'll be home Wednesday."
My locked collar burned the skin of my neck and the lump in my throat with the thought that I am still being punished. Being at work was pure hell with no response to my calls or text messages the whole day long.
He only text me good night again at midnight, again with no response to my calls or texts until morning with the same generic good morning text.
I took a personal day from work to take stock of my feelings and what is happening. I tossed around the idea of what he could be doing? Is he with another woman? He's doing this to make a point about me not wanting marriage. Is he going to kick me out? I love him and I love serving him. Why did I stall? All these thoughts jumbling around. Nothing made sense.
My collar was now my noose as I cried wondering what our future holds. I had no idea what time he would return. I just wanted to be here when he gets home. Two hours later he was coming through the door.
Earlier, I cleaned up and managed to get dressed. Walking through the door, I greeted him warmly to his lukewarm return.
"Welcome home Daddy." I say, searching for the man i fell in love with. I'm emotional and tired, but glad he's here.
"You took the day off?" He asked. I reached to hug him again, and there was clearly a difference in his usual temperament in his hug back, no kiss.
"Yeah, I wanted to be here when you got home." I say, trying to strike up conversation.
He's moving around to get unpacked and settled. Every request to help him is returned with distant politeness.
"Can we go to lunch or dinner?" I ask, finding him in the laundry room. Hoping for a way in to talk to him because I don't understand this wall he's putting up between us.
"Nah I have work to do before I leave for Ghana on Friday morning. Let's just order in." He said, moving around, focused on arranging his things.
"You're leaving again? Daddy what's up with you? Are you upset with me?" I ask.
"I have a lot on my mind. I love you Khadijah. I'm not upset sweet lady." He said, reassuringly. His distant thoughts seemed to say otherwise to me.
I brought him dinner to his office as he barely spoke, focused on phone calls and paperwork.
It was late and he was still working at his desk. I quietly kneeled to his side to get his attention.
"I don't want you to go." I said, staring into his eyes.
"I'm glad you came in here. There's something I need to do before I leave." He says with a pained expression.
"What is it?" I questioned, still on my knees with my hand on his thigh.
He pulls out the key to the collar padlock and proceeds to unlock it and take the collar off.
"Daddy why?" I ask. My eyes clouding with confusion.
"I think we need to take a few steps back. It's never been a secret what I was looking for. I threw it out there more than a few times Khadijah. It's clear that you're not ready." He said with finality.
"Daddy, I love you." I said, clutching to his legs where he sat.
"I love you too, more than you know baby girl. I have to get back to my work." He said, quickly shifting his attention back to his computer.
I rose to my feet in stunned silence, not sure about much of anything. I left the room, my thoughts racing, feeling hurt and lost from his indifference.
Two days came and went. My every attempt to share intimacy with him was met with disinterest. Friday morning we hugged our goodbyes, both with eyes that needed to say more as our future together hung in the balance. He would be out of the country for two weeks.
Before work, I went to the closet and found the silver chain from our first date and put it on. I snapped a picture and sent it to Antonio. "Yours Truly." I text to him.
I didn't hear back. I figured he was still in the air for a long flight. By lunch, I text Sabrina to see if she wanted to have drinks 911. She text me back and we had a plan set to meet after work.
She suggested we meet at Velena's, a martini bar close to my work. The day went by quickly and I was looking forward to meeting up with Sabrina because I really needed a friend right now.
"Hey girlfriend." She called over to me with a drink in her hand as I walked into the place. I've seen this woman naked and thought she was beautiful. Seeing her here, she's even more vibrant and stunning.
"Hey. You look amazing." I say to her. Before I even got a chance to sit and get settled a man comes over to offer to buy us drinks.
Sabrina is sweet and sassy and it seems like our drinks are covered. We toast and she winks at me like this is how you work that pretty privilege.
"What's up doll? Why the emergency meet up?" She asked, crossing her long lean legs, giving me her full attention.
"Antonio wants to break up with me." I admit to her.
