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She struggled to sleep that night, in the strange bed beside a man. She hadn't been in this situation since her twenties when the sex had tired her and sneaking out into a late-night cab was too much work.
No, what was keeping her up was far more problematic than insomnia. More problematic than straightforward lust.
Happiness.
That was what it was. She knew that. Knew it as clearly as she had known that her body was only her own, all those years ago, and closed herself off. He had reawakened her.
She loved how his brain worked, loved the way he looked at her as he saw her, loved basking in his presence. She loved how she felt around him and hated how she felt away from him.
She felt dedicated to him, which was scary to admit but more because that might be too much for him already. She had never felt feelings of submission before but she knew that it felt right for her, in a way nothing had seemed to before when it came to relationships and sex. Maybe it was who she always was but had never experienced it before.
Anna never worked in half-measures. The concept of not giving her all to something was alien to her and just didn't compute. So Anna knew that her submission to Daniel was going to be extensive, in ways she probably didn't yet understand.
When he stirred in the morning, before the alarm, she rolled towards him and started to kiss his body gently, wordlessly.
Along his ribcage and over his chest her lips pressed. She rose onto her knees and kissed over his stomach, worked her way up his body and over to his arms, planting soft kisses on his smooth skin, feeling the muscle of his bicep and the hair on his chest. Daniel watched her, unmoving.
She found her lips at his hand, which she took in hers and worshipped with kisses. She took his fingers in her mouth, sucking each one in turn, lost in the feel of his skin on her tongue, her piercing twirling around each finger. He had no discernible scent, but she moaned the more she kissed him and sucked his fingers.
Pheromones
, she thought.
She looked up after finishing with the last digit, to see him looking down at her with interest and amusement.
"Told you I'm a lot," she blushed. "I just do what I feel is right with you."
He smiled sweetly. "This is an unexpected side to you but I like it a lot."
"How do you mean?" Anna's eyes narrowed dangerously, but there was teasing that she knew he'd pick up on because he knew her so well.
Daniel gave her his finger to suck again and she did so without thinking, eyes still watching him. She missed the slight grin when she closed her eyes briefly in pleasure.
"This," he indicated towards her and the way she was laying on her front, holding his wrist with her hands and idolising him. "I expected you to need firmness and direction to do as you're told at the start. But this, this speaks to passiveness and adoration that I didn't expect so soon."
She visibly recoiled at the contrast of those words. She sat up, pulling her mouth away from his fingers. The loss of his presence seemed to build a wall she could hide behind. "I'm not passive," she replied with a hurt tone. Of anything anyone could accuse her of, it was not passive.
He didn't move towards her to bridge the gap in apology, nor did he flinch. Again, she was reminded of what drew her to him at work. That she couldn't intimidate him.
He looked at her and replied with a slight shrug that said
if you say so.
"How could I be passive from laying here and kissing you?" Anna pursued, affronted.
He sighed and she saw in him that she had reacted too harshly, or else beyond what he might have expected her to.
He beckoned her to him, so that she could be closer to him despite her tone and argumentative behaviour. Later that day, when she thought back to the conversation, she realised how different that was. She had always been told she was the ball-breaker, the woman not to be crossed, yet there he was, calling her to him when she was like that anyway.
She moved to him and put her glasses on. Surprisingly, he held her in his arms and stroked her hair. The act, and in hindsight the acceptance of her, soothed her. She realised pretty quickly though, that she was aroused, without knowing why.
"You're taking this act too literally," he started firmly. "Let's look at it from a data perspective," he started, threatening to arouse her. "There's a pattern here between how you behave and what that infers. I've seen it a lot and I don't always call it out, but it's there. I try to let you follow it without influence but if I'm not allowed to observe a behaviour and take meaning, our ability to experiment on what this is, for both of us, will be severely restricted and you'll be back in that place you don't want to be." He looked at her firmly but fairly. He somehow managed to be both assertive and welcoming with his body language and firm tone. Anna realised how much she loved the contrast.
"You're right," she whispered, distracted by the betrayal of her own body. "It just caught me by surprise."
"Yes," Daniel nodded in agreement, "and once that feeling of surprise minimises, do you think you'll be able to better accept what I surmise without resistance?"
It wasn't really a question, was it? "I hope so," she answered. Then she heard herself and felt she wasn't being fair on him. "No, I know once I'm used to this, I won't feel as determined to rebel. It feels too hard to resist. Like I don't really want to but don't know how to stop myself."
He got up to go the bathroom, so Anna took a moment to look in the mirror, brush out her hair and make herself presentable. When he returned, it looked as though she hadn't moved from the pillow at all.
"Question," she spoke when he sat back beside her, "how do you like, want me to be, in the mornings?"
He chuckled. "Yourself, I would hope. I've imagined the idea of mornings with Anna for a while now."
She smiled and slapped his thigh teasingly. "You're an ass."
"Why?"
She matched his grin. "You know exactly what I'm asking, but you're teasing me. And I can't even criticise you for it because you're complimenting me."
He laughed and then they both did, over nothing like new lovers do.
Quite suddenly, he went from playing with her hair to taking hold of a ball of it and pulling sharply. Her laughter turned to a gasp, and her eyes rolled back; her body flushed.
"What are the options?" His whisper in her ear caught the breath in her throat and she felt pretty certain she'd never become that aroused that quickly before.
She didn't know what the options were. But Daniel at work wouldn't accept that as an answer and Daniel at home certainly wouldn't.
"You want me to be submissive," she replied breathlessly.
"I don't want you to be, you are," he corrected, his hold still on her hair.
"Yes Sir," she agreed, now seriously concerned about how excited and aroused she was. "I'd want to suck your cock, or be fucked by you," she whispered urgently. "And make you breakfast and pack your lunch."
Coming from her mouth, it might have sounded sarcastic in another setting, but they both knew she was being honest.
In response, he directed her face towards his groin with the firm hold of her hair. Needing no instruction, she took hold of his cock and kissed it.
As soon as he felt the touch, Daniel let go of her hair. The absence of his strong hand made her feel more obedient, as though she wanted to reward his trust.
"May I do something, Sir?" She looked up and he nodded curiously.
Her mouth kissed down the underside of his cock, to his balls, which she lovingly kissed and licked, being gentle with her tongue piercing. She licked over every inch of skin until his shaved balls were shining with her saliva.
Her tongue slowly rolled down under his balls and she kept kissing intermittently, waiting to be told to stop. She hoped he wouldn't, as a desire was flaming in her to go to his ass and submit herself there. She couldn't understand why, but she felt like she wanted to humble herself to him, in a most debasing way. To show him where she was in this relationship.
Her tongue pushed between his cheeks and he adjusted his position slightly, allowing her to carry on. Her stomach fluttered and she felt grateful to be allowed to do it.
What has happened to you Anna?
She briefly wondered.
Being careful, she started to slowly lick his hole. She took her glasses off and threw them to the side. Her short-range vision was fine and besides, she wanted to push herself in.
"Extend your tongue," he instructed her, reading her mind.
"Yes Sir," she mumbled, already back to breathing him in and licking his skin.
She stayed there, circling his hole with her tongue.
