***“ did you forget ? I’m a sadist who loves your tears ? Hm ? Then I guess you learned a valuable lesson”***
He says subtly whispering it in your ear while you’re crying and begging to be released from his grip of which he warned you about multiple times.
“I warned you, submitting and begging wouldn’t get you out of it this time. Only when I think you’ve learnt.”
Then when you, crying your eyes out, utter those fateful words “I promise I’ll be good” amidst tears and please for him to let you go. For him to release you from the pain that you pushed and pushed for.
He lets go. Still crying and upset you crawl to the top of the bed, by the pillows. He calls you to him. You make a noise letting him no “no” without saying it. Nursing your wounded pride. Upset cos of the pain. Frustrated because of how easily you were subdued yet deep inside a need being oddly fulfilled.
He utters two more words and clicks his fingers. Pointing next to him. “You promised”
Sighing and still crying, tears tearing streaks down your face, you crawl over to him and face the other way. Your way of expressing some of the frustration you feel, but also happy and content when he puts his arm around you and cuddles you close. Trailing his fingers lightly up and down your back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
“How’s your wrist ?” He inquires, in that Dom-like voice of his that lets you know he will broke no argument or anything less than the answer he is looking for, that voice that sends shivers up your spine, and drives you wild when you’re not crying your eyes out and nursing your broken pride.
“It really hurts” you eventually manage to cry out around the tears and cries you’re making.
“It really really hurts, I begged you to let me go, that hurt too much” (you say this now, while crying, yet looking back you know full well this scene will feature in your fantasies for a long time to come)
“Did you forget ? Hm ? That I’m a sadist who loves your tears ?” He seductively whispers next to your ear.
You nod, indeed having forgotten not that he was a sadist, but that he loves your tears. He loves making you cry.
Of course him being the only allowed to do so without the full wrath he carries being brought down upon whoever else we’re to do so.
“Then I guess you learnt a valuable lesson tonight, didn’t you ? Hm ?”
Again, you nod, still crying but more like sniffling now.
Your primal side content. You fought hard, you gave it your best and you were defeated easily.
Your pride damaged but your primal side finally content and curled up back in its nook. Content that you are still in your place where you belong, and will continue to be put in your place whenever it is needed.
Sniffling, and protected in his big strong arms, you contentedly, being cuddled, softly cry/sniffle yourself to sleep..
His words from earlier coming back to you briefly
“You’re really looking for a fight tonight, aren’t you ?”
You smile as you remember eagerly nodding your head with your teeth still clamped on his arm.
Even after the two play fighting sessions and the half hour of being pinned by his weak arm and being unable to release yourself. Even after he pinned you again and squeezed the air from you. Making you tap out and loudly say the words “I submit” (the first and second sent to your pride)
You remember how you curled up on the edge of the bed, frustrated at how weak you were, at how he pointed it out and at how you were unable to do more.
So of course you brat out more. Push him off the bed. Multiple times. Giggling all the while with that fire in your eyes that he can see and knows all to well.
“You’re looking for a fight tonight, aren’t you ?”
“I won’t go easy on you. I never do, you know this. But this time, submitting won’t get you out of it……. Begging might..”
“Never may come sooner than you think. Savour each breath, as you never know when it may be difficult to draw your next one”
He reminds you subtly of a few minutes ago when you were helpless and were only able I breath at his leisure.
Yet still you carried on provoking him.
Smiling, sniffling softly, you curl closer in to him
“Love you” You say softly before drifting off to a more contented sleep than you’ve had in a while..
You needed putting in your place.
You needed reassurance that He could still put you in your place.
That he would put you in your place.
Because you know as well as he does, that he is the *only* person that can do it.
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