He had seen her sad before but, in the year they had been together he had never seen this. His heart broke as tears rolled silently down her cheeks. She looked so delicate. Her hair hung in ringlets around her face, going from red to black as they made their way down her back and over her supple chest. Her big, dark brown eyes were full of tears and bloodshot though she refused to let them spill over. Blood flushed her face from frustration and her shoulders shook. He stepped towards her, cautiously, as he removed his shoes and shirt.
"And we don't have any clean towels." She concluded her rant wiping the palms of her hands over her face in a frustrated motion. He laughed kissing her hello. That was something he could handle.
"I'll get that started, baby."
"Sit down." she snapped, rising. Ignoring the warning in the raise of an eyebrow, she continued. "I'm serious. You worked a twelve hour day. It's midnight. I can start the laundry. Sit down."
She waited, rather impatiently for him to change while she gathered the rest of the laundry. She had had to wait for him to come home in order to do the bleach load because his work shirt needed to be added. She hadn't expected him to offer and, had she not been as annoyed as she was, the gesture would have made her smile. Today, it just pissed her off.
Conner shook his head as he watched her leave the room with the laundry. She and her brother had just had their first, serious fight and Kayden was not taking it well. She and her brother, Benjamin, had always been best friends. Conner had never seen a relationship quite like theirs in all his days. He had known from day one (both because he could see it for himself and she made it crystal clear) that Benjamin came first. Their mother had worked three jobs when she was young so, despite their only being a two year difference, she had always been responsible for Benjamin. Kayden had put no other family member, no boyfriend, no girlfriend and no friend before her brother and it was breaking her heart that he was putting his girlfriend before her.
Which also broke his heart.
Conner sighed, lying on the bed. It would take her a minute to finish starting the laundry because she also had to fold what was in the dryer and he decided he'd make the best of the five minutes of peace he was going to get.
Instantly, his mind was consumed with thoughts of Kayden. He could not believe that they were closing in on the one year mark. They had been through so much. He was a natural Dom and she was a natural sub so they had clicked sexually instantly but he hadn't expected to fall in love with her.
She was so incredibly strong when she needed to be - even in her submission she was strong. She was beautiful and independent but was able to make it clear that she was willing to lean on him. The first time she told him she loved her, she had said "I promise that I will never need you but I will always love you."
He loved that. He knew what she meant and he felt the same way. They were capable of surviving without one another; they just had no intention of doing so.
Conner didn't think he'd ever forget that line.
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Kayden snapped the shirt in the hair in a huff before folding it and placing it on the dryer. God, it had been a long day. All she wanted to do was go to bed. Crying had always exhausted her, whether she cried for an hour or five minutes.
Sighing, she took the clean laundry back to the bedroom. She didn't say a word as she began putting clothes away.
This sight always amused Conner. He had never been quite this spoiled before. He understood her logic but it still baffled him. He worked sixty hours a week and she was a full-time student but did not work. It did not make sense to her for him to have to do any of the domestic chores. He didn't cook, clean, do the laundry or handle the bills. He was capable - he's a grown ass man after all - it just seemed to bring her comfort. Conner always knew she had had a bad day if he came home and the house smelled like Lysol and she was silent.
Today was no exception.
After putting the laundry away, Kayden sighed deeply and crawled into bed with Conner. "Hi." She whispered gently, kissing him while lacing her fingers with his.
His lips curved against hers in a smile. There she was. "Hi, baby."
"How was work?"
"It was work." He responded, catching her lip between his teeth causing a quick gasp.
Conner had three levels of describing his day.
"It was fine" meant that he had actually had a pretty good day. "It was work" means it was busy and/or stressful but at a tolerable level and "Just another day in paradise" usually meant she was lucky nobody was bleeding or unemployed.
Kayden loved the fact that Conner was a business manager. She had never told him this, but it actually sort of turned her on. She liked control and knowing that he exerted control in all aspects of his life just made him that much more sexy.
Ending the kiss, Kayden nestled her head into the curve of his shoulder and let more silent tears fall. She wasn't super convinced that Conner could understand. He had four siblings to her one but he saw them once or twice a year and talked to them about as frequently. She had a bond with Benjamin no one seemed to understand but she knew that Conner sympathized if nothing else.
He rolled onto his side when he felt the tears fall on his shoulder and wiped them away when she moved with him and rolled onto her back.
"I'm sorry, baby." Conner whispered as he brushed her hair from her face. He brought his mouth down to hers slowly. She raised her chin so her lips met his and relaxed into the kiss. She allowed her hands to roam over his broad shoulders and strong back while his hand slid up and down the curves of her side. Kayden moaned into the kiss when Conner's hand trailed over her thighs. She was in her night clothes which included a pair of short shorts from her cheer-leading days and a tank-top.
His hands slid up her body and took her shirt with them exposing her chest, her nipples already hard with anticipation. He rolled her left on in his mouth while he sucked and nibbled on the other. Her hips arched and a gasp escaped her lips.
His instincts told him to be tender but he knew Kayden well enough to know that that was not what she needed. What she needed was pushed.
His fingers pinched down or her nipple roughly causing her to hiss his name. She cried out when his teeth bit down on the other one.
Wordlessly, he rose and crossed the room.
Kayden watched in silence.
She knew exactly where he was going.
"Get naked and lay across the bed horizontally." Conner did not look at her when he addressed her. From the drawer, he pulled out various things he was going to need: a belt, three different paddles, rope, clothespins, a blindfold, a small vibrator and lubrication.
Kayden narrowed her eyes at the tiny tube of what she assumed was lube. It was about the size of a travel-sized tube of toothpaste. They had never used lube before so she wasn't sure why he was bringing it out now.
"Spread your legs, baby girl, and lift your head." When she did as she was told, he wrapped the blindfold around her head and popped her lightly across the face. "I expect to be addressed, Kayden."
"Yes, sir." She responded quietly, flexing her jaw to assess the damage. There of course was none but it is always different when blindfolded.
Kayden cried out as Conner placed a clothespin on her right nipple. "Jesus." She hissed. He placed the second one on her other nipple and kissed her collarbone while her back arched. He waited patiently for her body to flatten back out, knowing it meant that she had adjusted to the pain.
Conner flicked one of the clothespins and then moved his hands down her taut stomach, drawing slow, lazy circles over her clit.
"Oh, God" Kayden moaned. Her mind warred between focusing on the pain and focusing on the pleasure. The combination was intoxicating.
"Ah! Fuck!" she exclaimed as he slapped her pussy. He had never done that before. Her legs automatically moved to close when his hand lifted.
"Still," He commanded, slapping her again. "and keep those whore legs open."
"Yes, sir." She gasped as he hit her again. He alternated for a while between flicking his fingers quickly over her clit and slapping her.
The sensations overwhelmed her. Conner would bring her seconds from cumming and them slap her, pause for a second, and then do it again. After the tenth hard slap, her legs closed around his hand.
"God," was all she said.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." He admonished. "What shall we do about your deliberate disobedience?"
Shit.
"On your stomach. Ass high. Face flat ... Higher. And spread your knees further. Good girl." Once he had her how he wanted her, Conner grabbed a hair tie and expertly put her hair up. He then took Kayden's hands and tied them behind her back snugly, slapping her ass sharply.
She did not cry out. Instead her whole body quivered with anticipation. She needed this. She needed him to hit her; to make her cry; to make her his.
He positioned himself in front of her, holding a paddle she could not see. It was her favorite one - long, thick and rectangular - but he fully intended to get around to using the round, thin, small one that she disliked as well. It caused much more pain in a concentrated area.
Kayden's mouth automatically opened when he pulled her head off of the bed by her hair. He made no movements for a minute, frustrating her. She wanted it. "Please, sir ..."
"Please what?" he demanded, bringing the paddle down on her left ass cheek hard.
"Ah! Please let me suck your dick. Please, Sir. I need it." She begged now, turned on by the heady mix of pain and pleasure.
Succumbing to his own need, he slid his cock into her warm, wet mouth, slapping her again in the same spot. He kept the place frustratingly slow, slapping her ass hard with every thrust. Her cries caused her mouth to tighten around him and her moans caused a vibrating sensation making it very difficult to avoid cumming. He had more planned for her though, so he pulled out, smiling at the pout that formed on her pretty face.
Raising her up so that she was sitting on her knees, Conner removed the clothespins, and stood on the floor in front of where she knelt on the bed, inches from her but not touching her. He smiled when she thanked him but said nothing. The clothespins had simply been a warm up.
"What are your safe words, Kayden?"
Her body shook. He only asked those words when he knew she was going to need them.
"Easy and Amara," she whispered. Easy meant she needed a second, Amara was the name of his daughter and caught his attention immediately - effectively ending the session.
Upon her answer, he slipped a finger into her,
curling it up sharply. When she arched her body he took the thin, small, round paddle and smacked her left nipple hard.
"Ah, fuck."
"Watch your mouth, Kayden." Conner admonished, bringing the paddle down on the other nipple.
A second finger entered her, making her cry out. In and out, in and out, in and out he pumped his fingers relentlessly. She lost count of how many times the paddle came down on her breasts.
Kayden's mind seemed to race and clear at the same time. There was so much pleasure and so much pain. One of the things she had admired about Cameron from day one was that he had very talented hands. She wished she could touch him, hold onto him, but her hands were bound and she was blindfolded.
"Please," she begged, "may I cum?"
Upon her request, he pulled his fingers out.
"No."
She cried out in frustration and hung her head. She both hated and loved being denied. "Fuck."
At this, Conner pulled up the blindfold swiftly and glared into her equally frustrated eyes.
"Damn it, Kayden. What did I say ... about watching your mouth?" He demanded, reaching behind her to untie the rope that bound her hands.
