“Come here.” – A story of a dom and his precious sub

“Come here.”

The two words she had been yearning to hear all the day. The command that released her from the harsh burdens of life and ensured her she was still a sweet gentle being.

A soft delicate response came from her mouth as she slowly walked towards him.

“Yes sir.”

Never breaking eye contact she slowly walked to him. Every step closely observed by his attentive and caring gaze. As she inched closer his legs began to inch open. Approaching him, she stood between his legs patiently waiting.

“On your knees.”

And down onto her knees she went.

“How was your day darling?”

Frustration was written all over her face. The day had taken its toll on her. Pulled in so many directions at work, where she is always in command. But now, she could release control to him. Focusing her attention on just him, her guide to calmness.

Her head slowly sank to the ground as she reimagined the pain of the day. Trying to push back the dark feelings, she felt herself crumbling as she knelt before him.

She felt his hand against her face, soft and caring embrace. With two fingers on her chin he raised her head up.

Locking eyes again her focus immediately returned to him. His moved gently across her face as he lowered himself off of the chair onto his knees in front of her.

“I’ve got you now so do not worry any longer.

She smiled.

“I’ve needed to feel your touch all day.”

“You’re here now. You’re mine now. Relax now because you’re in my care now.”

She fell into his body and all the tension was released from hers, a transfer of energy made possible by a true connection of hearts & minds.

“Please sir, I am yours, and I need to be reminded of how.”

With those words she relinquished herself to him. Her care, her comfort, and her pleasure were in his hands now.

“Mine you say?”

“Completely yours.”

“Go and choose.”

She knew what this meant. Go and choose the tool of her pleasure, the tool of his control. But which one…

Walking to his box of tools and toys, her box of pleasure & happiness, she felt at peace again. Opening the box she grasped the leather set of cuffs that to themselves felt cold and stiff in her hands, but she knew that with his gentle hands placing them on her she would be his.

“Back on your knees.”

She could feel her heart rate quickening & her breathing become heavier, but then came the calm.

“Relax darling, I’ve got you now.”

To anyone else leather cuffs being tightened on your wrists behind your back would bring anxiety, for her it brought peace.

“Too tight sir.”

“I’m sorry darling.”

Harming her was not his intention, but pain she did desire. She knew what was to come. She cherished the sting of his swift hand against her butt and the warm rush of blood to it that would follow.

As he walked her to the bed she prepared.

“Down.”

“Yes sir.”

And down she went into her favorite position. Bent over the edge of the bed with her head against the sheets was exactly where she had wanted to be all day.

The place where she was his, and his alone.

The place where his focus was on her, and her alone.

As he walked around her, running his left hand across her body, he could feel her body slowly rocking back and forth.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes sir.”

With his left hand still on the small of her back…

“Ok darling…”

His right hand struck her left butt cheek.

“Mmmmm… Yes sir”

The sting on the palm of his hand connected him to the pain she felt. She was his responsibility, & his to care for. He was always observant of her.

Looking over her as she bit down onto the covers he was reminded, this pain was her pleasure.

“Please sir, may I have another?”

*SMACK*

Her body jolted.

*SMACK*

Her body jolted again.

*SMACK SMACK SMACK*

Her legs began to shake… And her panties began to moisten.

In a very soft voice, “Sir can you please take my panties off? I want to feel your hand on my skin?”

“It would be my pleasure darling.”

As he pulled her panties down he could see how wet she was already. With nothing to hold it back now it began to drip down her thigh.

“Someone is excited.”

“Yes sir. May I taste it please sir?”

He ran two fingers across her pussy, & placed them near her mouth.

“Here you go.”

With her arms cuffed behind her back she had to work to get her mouth to his fingers that were covered in her sweet nectar. As she opened her mouth fingers moved just out of reach.

“Please sir.”

“Please sir what?”

“Please sir may I taste?”

And into her mouth his fingers went.

“More?”

The ‘yes’ was inaudible, but he knew from the look in her eyes, the position she raised her butt to, & the moan she let out as she sucked his fingers clean that she was ready.

“You asked for this.”

With one arm wrapped around her, he spanked her until she whimpered.

The whimper turned into the slightest little cry.

*he paused*

“No. Please don’t stop sir.”

*SMACK*

“Please. I deserve it sir.”

*SMACK*

“Please sir.”

*SMACK*

Her body shaking, he raised her off the bed into his lap and held her. Now is when she needed him the most.

With her head buried into his chest he ran his hands across her body. Minute by minute her body began to relax.

Then looking up at him.

“Please sir, let me serve you.”

Not a word needed be said. He lifted her off his lap and onto her knees.

And his pants fell to the floor.

Her mouth immediately began to water at the sight of him already stiff.

All day he had been craving for her to swallow him. His day had been full of countless erections in his office with no mouth around suck him.

They were both ready, and in a stern voice he said.

“Come here”

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/vq1lnv/come_here_a_story_of_a_dom_and_his_precious_sub