53. July 15th

JULY 15TH

TB

His little Flamedidn't need to be asked twice. She clenched him tight around the neck with her arms, burying her face in his neck. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her thighs gripping his hips.

"What is it, Sylvan?" His hands stroked down her hair, his lips pressing to the top of her head. "Why ‘yellow'?"

"It's too much." She admitted the truth. "I should feel free, empowered, but instead, I can't breathe."

Gripping her hair in his fingers, he wound it around his fist, tightly but gently, so that eventually she was forced to tip her head back to look in his eyes. "I've got you, princess."

"How do you stand it? I felt so free when we were together before. Like I was flying. It was exciting, at first, to have you at my mercy. But suddenly, I felt weighed down. Oppressed. Weak."

"Oh, princess, you are the strong one. You. And it has always been you that has had the control." Smoothing the hair back from her face, he kissed her forehead, a smile on his face. "All the decisions… all the power… it's always been yours. It has nothing to do with the ropes, or belts, or the control of the orgasms. That just means I listen to you and to your body to know how to give you pleasure. That I'm capable of delivering what you need from me physically.

"Dominance and submission are about trust. That's why it's called a power exchange. The Dominant is always the one who is caged because he or she is bound by the promise. The promise to make decisions that keep the submissive happy, cared for, and safe. The promise to fulfill the submissive's needs, not the needs of the self. Our pleasure is found in fulfilling the promise.

"The submissive is the one who is free. By becoming my submissive, you trust me to see to your happiness, your needs, your safety. And when I no longer meet that purpose, you have the control to end everything. I am the weak one because my entire life is devoted to serving you."

Another kiss to her forehead, and then he buried his head in her hair. "Do you understand, Sylvan? I'm giving you everything that I can, everything that I am. It is why I've never entered into a contract with a submissive before because I could never make that promise."

Lifting his head. "Unwind from me, monkey."

Slowly, reluctantly, Sylvan let go of her stranglehold on TB, and he leaned over the edge of the bed to swipe his pants from the pile on the floor. He dug in the right-hand pocket. Once he found what he needed, he dropped the pants back on the floor, grabbed her hand, and placed the delicate key for the collar in her palm. Gently, he folded her fingers around it.

"All the choices are always yours," he whispered.

Sylvan pressed the closed fist to her heart, her other hand covering her mouth. She was trying not to cry, so he did the only thing he knew to keep that from happening. He kissed her. Hard. A hand curled up around the back of her neck, and an arm curled around her waist, both pressing her as close to him as possible.

His hands framed her face. "I love you, Sylvan. Always. Forever. With every breath until my last."

She repeated, "I love you, Micah. Always. Forever. With every breath until my last."

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