No Ordinary Love Story: Sequel to The Diary of a Submissive by Sophie Morgan

I had been able to nip hard enough to hurt him through his glove. I waited for what was to happen next, my heart beating loudly in my ears. There was a sudden rush of cold air as the duvet was pulled away. I got goosebumps at the abrupt change in temperature, and grabbed to pull it back, for the safety and warmth. He levered me onto my back and pushed harder against my mouth in warning. I remained still, swallowing convulsively, finally getting my chance to look him in the eyes. It was him. While I knew that rationally it had to be him, the relief of knowing for sure was like a headrush. But the nerves didn’t dissipate. His eyes were assessing me, and I’d never felt more, well, naked. I tried to still my breathing so my breasts didn’t bounce quite as obviously as he stared at me, and I waited to see what would happen next, where this was going to go.
    He didn’t speak, but once more his palm pressed firmly against my mouth in warning before he loosened his gripjust a little. His hand stayed there, though, while the other began to explore my body, his touch neither tender nor friendly. He was pawing at me, groping my breasts. His eyes filled with lust, and suddenly I was wishing I’d gone for my fleecy pyjamas after all. He lifted my hip and slid his hand underneath to grab a handful of my arse and I took the opportunity to shuffle across the bed a little, trying to avoid the worst of his punishing grip, deciding this was my best opportunity to struggle.
    Big mistake. His hand tightened against my mouth again and the look in his eyes was enough to stop me, intense enough to make me wary. I was suddenly nervous that I’d made him angry, and cursed my inner rebellion. His other hand was no longer mauling my arse, but I’ll be honest, that didn’t feel exactly like a victory. Fear cramped my stomach as I considered what would happen next.
    He leaned over me, his face looming close to mine, and I expected him to tell me off, use stern words, give me a warning. What I was not expecting was for his other hand to pinch my nose closed. I panicked.
    We’d talked about breath play before. It’s something I’d read about, but not something I’d ever done. I knew he liked it, he knew I was curious to try it, we had discussed how it would work, how he would keep me safe, how he could read the signs of when it was too much or not enough. In our nuzzled-together post-coital chats it had sounded dark but hot, something I could cope with, but now it was happening, my brain broke a little.
    I felt fear. I tried to quell the rising panic, but my chest tightened as my lungs fought to take in more air. My heart raced as I struggled. His hands were firm, still, and hisexpression was implacable, his whole stance calm as every part of my body filled with fear and panic. A hysterical half thought bubbled up from my mind – he had power over everything, in this moment he controlled whether I could breathe. It shocked me, I’d never felt so controlled, but there was no time to think rationally about it. Finally he let go. It seemed like it had been an eternity, but it was probably just a few seconds. I sucked deep breaths in through my nose, the sound loud in the room.
    For long moments we just stared at each other. I was wary; the look on his face was stern, but I knew he was checking my reaction, making sure that I was OK. He still didn’t say anything, but suddenly he leaned down and gently kissed my forehead. His hand was still clasped over my mouth and the tenderness paired with the threat of violence was an odd thing to experience, but it made me melt. I tried to smile at him with my watery eyes. He waited a moment longer, before seeing whatever it was that he wanted to see, and finally released me.
    The relief I felt didn’t last long. He reached down to the floor to pick something up. I couldn’t quite see what it was, but it seemed to be deliberately out of my sightline. How had he been able to unpack without me noticing?
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