Wants & Limits – a BDSM Short Story

A narrated version is available on my website

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‘What do you want?’ my Dom says suddenly.

I’m intrigued about the surfacing of this question. It has risen up from a glassy sea like a periscope – a sea that was full of his wants and needs formerly; our sex is his to control, not mine. My role is to serve.

I don’t know what to do with the question. It could mean so many things. I’m lying on the carpet beneath him, hair splayed out, thinking in this second he has specific responses in mind and he won’t like what’s on mine if I spill.

Perhaps he means what physical act do I need and want from him? They are easy enough answers. Or maybe, just maybe, he’s finally picked up on the fact that I feel I cannot be free enough with him. He is guarded. A castle surrounded by a moat – you may fuck and be fucked but you cannot enter further. Don’t touch me here. Don’t behave like that. You must say these things but never that.

Surely he realises by now that if he wants the best of me, he must slip me off the halter sometimes? This wild yet tender woman wants to touch slowly. Wonder at him. Revel in the feeling of another human being letting me near, drown in the warmth, take my time, savour him. I need to mark him with my scent somehow. Rub my body and face over him like a cat, wherever I like. Maybe I would ride his thigh and smear it with my pleasure till it shines. His tattoos call to me also. They need painted by my tongue. Stroked over and over, like a lioness might groom her male.

I am almost purring at the thought.

Kissing is forbidden. This displeases me. I want his mouth sometimes. To taste it and for him to taste me. The intimacy. The passion. The heat. Lack thereof reduces my pleasure and ability to fully give in to abandonment as does the lack of eye contact. He is a fortress indeed.

I look at him waiting for an answer and wonder what would he say if I told him I want to grip his ass, rake my fingernails down his firm cheeks – not hard, but enough to make him aware they are sharp? What if I want to perch on that ever so handsome ass of his, him face down, my pussy warm and wet as she kisses his crevice? And while I do so, my hands would rove his back, feather light, oiled perhaps. Discovering him. His fine muscles, his bones beneath, the skin, the tension, his responses. I’d lay kisses over his strong shoulders, whisper bad things in his ears as I slide my breasts over his shiny oiled back, teasing my nipples with his warm manly flesh as he hardens against the bedsheet.

Oh yes, I want to toy with him and use him now and then – in a submissive way.

I also get an urge to bite sometimes. They would be playful nibbles of his neck and chest followed by the occasional sudden more vicious chomping, just to keep him guessing. My hands should be in his hair while I do this. But no, the unspoken rule is that I cannot.

As I am weighing up all these facts, he slides into me two, three times and does something completely unexpected.

He kisses me.

He seems shocked himself.

‘Why did I do that?’ he demands.

I’ve no answer. He broke his own rule. The one who normally wears his heart so fearless, it’s like it doesn’t beat.

‘Are you going to tell me what you want?’ he says, eyes dark.

My chest is burning with need. I need everything. But most of all, I need that kiss again and to be set free a little. But I cannot ask. Not today.

Neither one of us is ready.

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