summary: an interlude exploring Dallas's whereabouts before the funeral and her interesting relationship when she goes away...
pairing: dallas dubois (oc!) x Sir (oc!)
content: language, allusions to nsfw acts, bdsm practices, mentions of funerals.
note: be advised that while this installment is considered an interlude being that it is a optional read for 4evermore: origins. However this part does contain information that adds to the plot and is referenced in various parts. so be advised!
a/n: afternoon! i hope everyone is fairing well this fine sunday. as discussed here is an interlude that takes place before dallas returns to Georgia for the funeral. i hope everyone likes it. i know it may not be everyone's cup of tea but hey! that's why it's optional, babe. also anyone have any guesses for who sir's face claim is. i mean i'm sure it's easy to figure out but still! i'm curious lol
p.s: please feel free to comment, like, reblog, or send a letter with any rambles, hit my dm for questions, and more. i enjoy hearing from you all - arie
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Over the course of the last two and half years Dallas Dubois had been in this room more times than she could physically count at this particular moment.
But the one thing that she’d seemed to have always admired about its layout was how it was designed to invite you in and make you comfortable enough to naturally disarm your senses.
It allowed you...
To relax
To let go.
To submit.
And whenever she was in this position with her ass risen by the thick brown rope restraint attached to the ceiling, and her face smushed to the soft ivory mat with her wrists perfectly bound behind her back, naked as the day she was born, Dallas always found it comforting to stare at the blend of colors in the room around her in a way of anchoring her body back to the ground as she descends back into herself.
Chestnut.
Creme.
Emerald.
For as bold of colors as they all were in their own individual rights, it was amazing to her how together they blended into this unusual melody of softness and tender. With the creme providing a solid and strong base that aided the neutrality of the chestnut wood furniture, along with the small and strategically placed emerald accents of the room whose glitz and glamour you had to catch with a fine eye.
To her it was almost like this room was meant to be a visual representation of just who he was.
A bold presenting man, who was yet so incredibly soothing and serene, with a flare of something else that you had to have a trained eye to see within him.
“ You seem upset.” She could hear his voice behind her, drawing her out of her own thoughts to will her ears to become alert and aware.
She didn't say anything instead she waited for his cue, " You can speak freely right now. We're in a recouping moment."
Dallas nodded, going to answer his original question, “ What makes you say that?” She slowly breathed, body perking when she heard his footsteps come closer against the burnished wood floors.
“ Your behavior.” He simply replied, “ It’s not typical of you.”
At his statement she felt her body tense some while he continued with his reasoning,“ From the time you got in the car at the airport you were fidgety. Squirming in your seat. Hands struggling to stay where they were supposed to.” He recalled, “ Then at dinner you seemed distracted. In the room, but not present. You had a slow response time to questions like you were too caught in your thoughts to pay attention to what I or anyone else around you were saying.”
“ You got so distracted that you made me have to correct you in public. Twice.” He tsked, “ Which definitely isn’t like you, since I’ve known you to be a lot better than that when it comes to listening during our time together.”
A quick apology left the mouth of the tired woman just as her breath hitched when she felt his finger beginning to lightly come in contact with her over exposed, sweat slicked back.
“ Then afterward when we arrived here, you walked in and you barely said anything. Just immediately switched off and let go." He recalled, finger lately grazing against the flex of her shoulder blade.
“ You wanted to just jump straight in. Head first, really.” He retracted his touched and she sighed in frustration, ears catching the sound of what she believed was him taking a seat at the dark leather bench in the corner of the room, “ Caught my attention. Because usually I can conjure up a little bit of conversation out of you beforehand, to ease you in. Check the temperature. But tonight you weren’t having that.” He noted, “ Tonight you seemed so eager to immerse yourself in it. To be consumed.”
“ You honestly startled me there for a minute. Thought you may have fell into things too fast and that I would have to call an impasse. And instead push tonight’s agenda to tomorrow upon a reassessment of things.”
" But after a little bit of a warm up, you convinced me we could still carry on." He laughed, looking down at his palm that still felt somewhat tepid from the other conversation they'd had not too long ago.
" But still I hope you didn't think that your apologies would be enough to sway me from inquiring about this new behavior. Because for as much as you wouldn't realize, Petal, I know you." He spoke.
" At least when it comes to your behavior I do." He followed up, " I know what can make you squirm from impatience, I know what can make that nose scrunch to the ceiling with annoyance, and I know makes that pussy clench around me every time, with pleasure."
" But what I don't know right now." She heard his push off the bench and begin walking again, " Is what is making you so extra eager to turn off your brain from anything else outside this room, tonight."
" Because it almost feels like your running from something outside of it. Something that I don't know." She didn’t need to see his eyes to know the curiosity that began to shift there, “ Care to explain?”
No. Not really. She thought, almost being able to think of a thousand other things she’d rather be doing than discussing anything pertaining to him.
" Speak." He reminded, just as she felt the rope holding up her lower half begin to rise some, effectively deepening the arch in her back.
“ It can’t just be the fact that I was eager to see you.” Dallas muttered, “ Eager for what goes on in this room. It’s not like we get to see each other that often as of recently, Sir.”
“ It’s been too long and I needed this.” A sigh leaves her soft parched lips, “ I needed this feeling you give me. The one I can’t give myself. A feeling I can't outside this room.” She explained, " So that's why I'm so needy...Sir."
But even with her trying to piece together the best response she could with her remaining brain cells that were still actively firing, it still wasn't good enough for him, “ While this may be true and as flattered as I am at your pretty words," He lightly laughed, reintroducing his finger and coming up on her spine,” I still don’t think it was that. Matter of fact I know it’s not that.”
“ Because even on those kinds of visits where it’s been made abundantly clear that you need me, you still have always remained calm, collected, and alert. Obedient even.”
“ But today you let yourself get lost in thought. During active play, mind you. In public.”
“ You weren’t focused. And that lead to the proper correction being made.” His eyes flickered to the blossoming deep red hue of her bare backside in front of him. He wouldn’t dare touch it or put salve on it just yet.
Not until they fully closed the scene at least.
His finger continued to run down her arm until it stopped at her wrists, admiring the light red rings forming around them from where auburn rope had been impressed upon them for the last hour. He knew the few times she had bucked and pulled on them underneath him had surely added to their formation also. And usually he would have corrected that behavior—the bucking and squirming, during the scene without thought.
However, he’d found himself too enamored and curious with her during their session to realize. Opting instead to take pleasure in and put his focus on her, and the multitudes of strangled apologies and pleas for benevolence from him.
“ And I apologized for it. Many times over I believe.” Dallas said, wishing that she could wash off the dried reminders of her apologies from her cheeks, as she felt the inside of her other set beginning to feel damp once again with arousal.
“ I know. And I appreciate that.” He acknowledged her, “ But that still doesn’t answer my question of what’s bothering you.”
“ And don’t tell me it’s work or family tiffs. Because I know what that behavior looks like on you. And what that kind of stress feels like coming from you in my hands.” He furthered, just as a hand flexed to span over her left ass cheek, before he took a firm handful. The introduction of his cold gold rings impressing into the heat of her skin made her swear it would have been enough for steam to form between the creases of his hands.
“And this isn’t that.” He whispered.
And while she knew she could've kept up this cat and mouse game all night, much to her frustrations she knew that playing the game wouldn't be worth losing her ultimate prize of the buzzing nirvana she was always promised when she complied and obeyed under his touch. So that's why she decided that while it would be a vague answer, it would still be a answer nonetheless to say,
“ It’s an old haunt that’s come back into my life. And it kind of knocked me off my square some. So maybe that's what you're seeing.” She said, subtly pressing her ass deeper into his hand.
“ Care to elaborate?" He offered, obliging her and deepening the pressure of the hold.
“ Not really.” She dragged, “ Like you said before, I don’t wanna think about anything else about my life outside this room. Especially not while you’re inside of me.” The last part she gambled in saying, knowing it could take her down one of two roads she could see ahead of her tonight.
“ I'm gonna have you check your grammar on that." He tsked, a hint of playfulness seeping into his voice, " Because I’m not inside of you right now. Am I, Petal?"
“ No. Not yet." Dallas hummed, lip tucked between her teeth, “ But I was hoping you would be here again soon, Sir. So maybe my grammar wasn't as much as a mistake but more of a wish? Or rather me speaking with intention."
After she spoke it was quiet for a moment, until the first noise to break the silence was an echoing shriek she let out in the room at the stinging sensation of his hand coming down on her ass. Hard.
“ Cute.” He laughed, “ Very cute.”
“ Although, something is telling me that this still feels like a tactic of avoidance to me.” He noted, moving to rub on the opposite side of her ass, away from the prominent hand print.
“ Is it working?” She purred, silently pleading for reprieve. Since she so desperately wanted this play time to resume the way it was intended.
Him playing with her.
“ Honestly.” He mused, “ Some. But I’m still not completely convinced.” She almost pouted at his words, before he continued, " But I unfortunately don't have the time to continue this rather exploratory talk. As we are still on the clock." Dallas eyes managed to glance up at the only pink item on the large wooden desk across from here, which was a small pink digital clock whose timer ticked away.
“ So as we get on with it. How about some silk this time?" He cooed, hands coming to undo the tedious and carefully done knots. “ Give those wrists some reprieve, hmm?”
" Yes, sir. I'd like that." She purred, feeling the presence of his body looming over her.
And just like that, her answer had shifted the tide of the room.
“ Entry?” The singular word exciting her like none other.
“ Zhèngmiàn háishì bèimiàn?” The whispers of his mother tongue filled the room as he questions her while pulling out a spindle of green silk.
“ Zhèngmiàn.” She replied, nervously hoping that the hours on the plan ride listening to the tape recording of the different pronunciations had done her justice against her southern accent.
“ Very good, Petal.” He praised, draping the silk over her wrist as she looked on with a smirk, “ You’re becoming quite the study.”
“ Thank you, sir.” Her reply beaming with both pride and arousal as she felt the last tug of the restraints being replaced, before she melted into his touch as he conducted the second part of their packed evening itinerary.
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Many...Many Hours Later...
With the scene successfully closed and appetites temporarily appeased, by now Dallas had been showered, massaged, and wrapped in the pretty pink terry cloth bath robe kept just for her during her time here while he was away collecting the pink attire he'd desired to have her sleep in tonight.
All of her things here were pink, and stood out against the cool hints of brown, white and various greens around the room. And then when she'd pointed out that it would might mess with the feng shui of the massive master bedroom, all he'd done is laughed as he sat across from her at the private dining table that night.
And he'd told her, " I think you'll come to learn that the feng shui in my space is whatever I say it is. So if you're little pink belongings are apart of that. Then so be it."
" Besides, the only two people who'll ever see them outside the two people at this table are staff. So it won't be a problem I fear."
She'd smiled like a school girl when he'd told told her that.
Really she'd smiled like a school girl that entire first night, it was a talent he had of bringing that out of her. That feeling she'd only ever gotten from one other man in her adolescence. Which is why it was extra pleasing to her when after dinner she'd learned that he'd also possessed the talent of making her scream like a grown woman.
And for those reasons alone, besides the conversations that'd have, the five course dinners, and sparkly galas she attended with him, she enjoyed this little carved out time in life that was just hers. Just about her. Something that was hard to come by back home.
She’d been so lost in thought sprawled across the now waiting for him to return that her ears hadn't perked at the sound of the heavy closet door. Instead she felt his hand on her back from behind, before he smiled, setting down the pretty pajamas, and going to undo the robe.
“ The scene is closed, love. You can speak as clear as day for the moment.” He reminded her, lifting her arms up to clothe her, " I was serious when I said I wanted to know what was bothering you."
At his remark, she softly smiled, because since they talked about their personal lives just in this room under the guise of a strict NDA that ensured the only other audiences to the information exchanged would only ever be the four walls whose lips she knew would stay sealed, she often used him as way of saying things that she may have never considered to utter out loud back in Georgia.
“ I’m not supposed to be here.” She spoke, hands admiring the bows at the end of the sleeves where her wrists went, a coincidence she was sure it was not.
" And why don't you humor me by telling me where you're supposed to be besides here. With me." He responds, tying the strings of the pajama shorts tight, but not uncomfortably so.
"Home." Her response sounding tired, " I’m using you as an out so I don’t have to face something from my past that's come up."
“ Care to be more specific.”
" It involves a funeral." Dallas answers truthfully, " A good family friend passed away, and his funeral is tomorrow. But I left and came here so I wouldn't have to go and see some select people who've hurt me pretty bad in the past."
" But I can't help but feel like I should still be there out of obligation. And that I should still support these people even though they hurt me, because they were around to mend me back together during a time when I had already been devasted like no other." She silently refers to Terry and his support during the death of her father. Though he didn't know that.
" I see." He nods, pulling back the creme covers and motioning for her to crawl into her side, " And you’re supposed to be here until Monday morning.”
“ Right…” She drags watching him move about on his side.
“ And you want to make the funeral, don’t you?”
“ Would you be angry if I left early?” She deflects his question with one of her own.
“ Being honest.” He took a drink of the glass of water on the nightstand table,“ Would I be a bit disappointed that our time together would be cut short. Yes.” And instantly she felt another notch of guilt be placed to her stomach.
“ But angry? Never.” He finished, as he sat down on the bed, beckoning her over so that she was pressed against his side, gazing up a him.“ And you wanna know why?”
“ Hmm?” Her curiosity evident.
“ Cause you’re gonna make it up to me the next time you're here anyway, right?” He teases, a finger coming to trace the outline of her collarbone.
“ Of course, sir. " She smiles," However you want me.”
“ Good.” He shares her cheery expression, “ Now, stay put while I make a phone call. And don't worry about packing, I'll have your bags packed. So when you get up in the morning you won’t have to worry about that. We’ll just be able to put you in the car and get you to the airport.”
“ Besides, I admire your commitment, even if you and those other people aren’t on speaking terms.” He muses.
" It's admirable."
“ Thank you.” Dallas whispers, wrestling with both the disappoint and pride settling into her bones as she lies down, “ For everything. As always.”
But his response comes without hesitation, “ Of course.” He says, “ That’s what we’re here for. For you.”
End of Interlude.