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~ I wasn’t used to being the center of attention, I was only used to being someone’s other half. I was longing desperately for a dynamic that I didn’t know how to ask for. When you found me and saved me, I was a mess, a complete wreck. You took an interest in me, in my passions… and didn’t make me feel like a burden. Instead of trying to change me to be something I’m not, you embraced my weirdness and loved me anyway. We truly are, meant to be.~

W I N T E R

For early February it was cold. There was a chill in the air that’d usually began to pass already and I was confused on why it wasn’t going away. I’d lived in London for a long time, I knew the weather pretty well, and usually by this time the chill was mainly gone, leaving behind rainstorms and strangely beautiful skies that melted blue, purple, pink, and golden just along the horizon. The faded colours intensified the beauty of London’s beautiful architecture. I loved to see the sun fading down over the edge of the earth, taking the beauty of daytime into the serenity of nighttime. It was a comforting sight, one I usually enjoyed tremendously, however tonight the bitter chill was ruining the mood. 

Usually, I’d set up my tripod somewhere near downtown London and catch the sun hiding behind buildings. It was a beautiful picture to capture with the right camera, and the right angle, and the perfect second to take the picture. Tonight it was too cold to do so, it’d probably cause the glass of my camera to fog up and that can be a mess to clean up if it somehow manages to get inside of the lens.

I decided I’d stop in at the little shop to pick up some coffee to have before I head down to wait on the night train back to campus. I knew that my roommate would cover for me if someone came looking for me. We had a delicately measured level of mutual understanding. If by some chance I come sneaking in past curfew he doesn’t squeal, and in return, I don’t nark on him for having weed in the school. It worked out nicely for us both.

His name was Kevin. He was a freshman this year, from Ohio. He had a strange accent for someone from the states, I don’t really know what made it stand out so much. He wasn’t too much of anything. He was cool, but not cool enough to be in a frat house. He was a gamer, but he didn’t hang out with the gamers. He was confident enough to talk his way into bed with a different woman every night, but not confident enough to speak up when I speak to him. There was nothing spectacular about him. He was boring, in his own right. I suppose it was okay, though, because, to him, I’m probably some alien life-form.

I got inside the coffee shop in quite a hurry, fearing that they may close if it gets a bit later. Once I go inside, I walk up to the counter and the lady at the cash register takes my order. She nodded and told me to pay when I finished and walked off. She didn’t give me my coffee automatically so I sit down at a table and pull out my camera.

I’d gotten a couple of good shots today, but it hadn’t been all the pictures I’d wanted to take. There were a lot of things that I hadn’t gotten to take a picture of that I was hoping to add to my project tonight before I hand it in tomorrow in class.

“Kid with the green eyes. Cappuccino is ready.” The cashier called, and I stood up, going to grab my coffee. I sit back down and begin nursing the Cappuccino, stirring it lightly with the little mixing straw they’d given me. I did this same thing weekly, sometimes nightly depending on the weather.

On nice days where it’s warm enough to walk around in just a light sweater until later, I’ll sit out most of the night with my camera, catching the beauty of both the night and the day. I’ll sit down with my laptop when I get home and examine each picture until I find something that fits with my style and after that, I edit it and make it to where no one could tell that I’m using a camera I spent about 38 dollars on at the local second-hand shop just before classes started at the first of the term.

I couldn’t believe how long I’d been here already. Time here has been flying by faster and faster and I couldn’t help but feel as though I was missing out on something when it came to the whole “university life” that I’d cleverly avoided. I’d not been to a party or anything since I was fifteen. It was just before I started college actually, and it was pretty cool. But I’d been so focused on school that I’d neglected my social life to the point of utter destruction.

I hadn’t had a boyfriend since just before I started university, even. There was so much I was missing out on, but I found that I’d really stopped caring too much about it. I should care, but honestly, there isn’t too much to worry over. There’s nothing I can do to change the way my life’s gone at this point. I don’t think I would anyway because there’s something so beautiful about being the best in your class.

“Hello, may I take this seat?” I jumped and looked up into the startlingly brown eyes of a handsome man. He was a bit older than me, I could tell. He had this air of maturity around him that I’d yet to see in this part of town. He had slightly tanned skin, black hair, brown eyes that were so deep and beautiful that I couldn’t look away. He was distracting.

A moment passed, and I looked back down at my Cappuccino. “Sure,” I said.

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Click… The sound of the camera going off was the only sound in the entire room, and I knew that it’d attract some attention. I just hoped that he wouldn’t move too much before I got the perfect shot of him. His brown eyes were staring off longingly out the window, the light caressing the angles and lines of his face in a way that made him appear even younger and more luminescent than ever. It was a perfect shot of a perfect model. It was an unexpected shot, and that was what made it even more beautiful.

The best pictures aren’t the ones that are planned but are the ones that are not planned.

Just as I was looking away from the camera to see him, his deep mahogany brown eyes were staring straight into my green eyes. “Winter, are you taking pictures of me again?” He teased me and I blushed brightly and lowered my eyes. He knew exactly what I was doing. He’d become the perfect model for me. I’d taken every chance I possibly could to catch him in the moment with his pretty eyes and a faraway look in his eyes. I couldn’t think of anyone else I’d rather take pictures of.

He had this way about him that just made the entire world seem dimmer without him in the picture. When he was in the picture the entire scene just seemed somehow brighter, more lifelike. Perhaps it was a bit of my imagination, I won’t lie, but he made my pictures talk and I liked that about him.

“Maybe,” I replied snidely, looking over the top of my camera at him. He smirked a bit and shook his head, a look of amusement passing over his face. It made me pleased to see him looking so amused over something so silly that I’d been doing for years.

He had a somewhat unusual perspective on life that I’d never taken into account until I met him. I have learned buckets from him, and I wasn’t even ready to talk about possibly losing him yet. He was slowly but surely winning over all of me. I was falling for him by now, and I didn’t know how to defend myself against it. If the truth was known, though, I wasn’t really willing to let him go anyway, was I? I would’ve fought for him if he left. I would’ve begged him not to go. I would’ve done everything I could to make him want to stay with me.

I guess if that’s what you call love, I was head over heels at this point.

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Feet together, knees apart, back straight… I’d gone over the rules many times in my head prior to today, and though I’d practiced this for hours, I’d done it numerous times for him, there was something in my head that told me that I’d never been able to do it right if I didn’t mentally pound myself before, during and after the scene with him. I could always find something to criticize about my form, or how I wasn’t picture perfect. Even if after the scene he tells me how amazing I did, how beautifully I’d posed, or how long I could hold a pose… I still felt like it wasn’t enough for him. I felt like he deserved so much better. He just wanted me. I liked that about him. He wanted me.

I wasn’t entirely sure how long it’d taken us before we started experimenting in the bedroom. He’d always been into it and I’d always been rather oblivious to it, however, I was certain that he’d never really pushed for me to be involved in it. I just got the feeling that it was a mutual movement that we never really conversed on until after it happened and then it was too late to fix it.

I didn’t really mind it, either. I kind of liked the lack of control I had when he was in dominant mode. It was attractive to see his dark eyes haze over with lust as he looked over my body with a somewhat beautifully crazed look in his eye. I felt so free when he was in control. It was nice to not have to think for myself for at least a little while. There was only so much adult I could take until I began to lose my mind and I was at my wit’s end with this whole “adult” thing before I’d even turned twenty-one.

There was always a part of me that knew that this was where I  belonged. I knew that this would make me happy. Belonging to someone was all I ever wanted, and I loved to know that there was someone who even wanted to own me. Him taking control and telling me what to do made me feel like I was safe and taken care of. There was nothing that he wouldn’t do for me, he’d said. I believed him without a moment’s hesitation. He’d be solid in my life for a year now and while things can happen even after a year, there was little worry left over him leaving. I was pretty sure he wasn’t going anywhere.

This wasn’t the first time we’d be doing a scene, but this was the first time since we’d both been trained that we’d be doing a real scene and it felt different  somehow. He had been trained previously, but we both agreed that given the fact that he had been trained with a sub, he’d get re-trained with me.    I was happy with that because it meant that I was safe with him. 

The door popped open, and I straightened, even more, hoping that I looked perfect. I wanted to please him in every way. I wanted him to be proud of me. I wanted him, period. I couldn’t help but blush brightly, he could see everything I did, all of me completely bare to him and it was a bit astonishing. I wasn’t about to lose him. I was so ready to feel his touch, I was so ready for him to do this to me. It had been a little while since we’d done a scene, just waiting on the day we wanted to do it perfectly and I was glad.

Every moment we’d spent together, every second that we had spent together had bled together to bring us to this moment. This scenario could’ve been so different, but because we took our time, and worked to this… it was perfect. I loved it.

I was so happy because everything was playing out perfectly. I couldn’t hear his footsteps, which was part of the fantasy. He’s not supposed to touch me until I’m begging for it, and I’m not supposed to beg for it until I can’t help myself anymore. We’d planned this out completely. Everything that he was going to do to me, we’d discussed this all so that there’d be no question that we’re both comfortable. This was our first time doing anything like this, and it was serious to us.

I listened to the sound of my breath and let myself breathe slowly and calm myself. I was anxious to feel his touch, to feel every inch of our bodies touching. I was ready to let him dominate me in ways that we’ve only dreamed of. Emerson came up behind me and put his hands on my bare shoulders. I felt the heat from his hands as he used his hands to lift me from my knees. I put my feet down on the ground as soon as I was able to, and he motioned me over to the table. We were about to do some edging. Some, I believe ice play. I had loved that during training, and we were both anxious for it.

He took my hands and restrained me against the table, rope biting into my wrists as he tied my arms to the table legs. He then went down to my ankles and did the same thing, so I was completely spread and bare for him. I was already hard, and I could see my erection poking up from my groin begging for attention. I was aching and slightly red because I’d been hard the entire time I was waiting on him. It just wasn’t time yet.

After I was secured on the table he came and stood beside me, trailing his cool fingers over my chest. His fingers ghosted over my nipples and they immediately hardened at the combination of cold and soft. He quickly began trailing his fingers over my abdomen, making my breath speed up. His fingers danced over my hipbones, and lightly caressed the area below my belly button before he slowly ran his fingers through the well-kept hair at the base of my cock. I’d shaved it exactly as he liked, and I knew that’d win me bonus points. The tip of his fingers trailed along with the steely hardness of my cock and he smirked a bit as I looked up at him, breathless.

He then pulled his fingers down to my balls, lightly circling them before heading for my inner thigh, making a shiver race through my body. It was exciting, it was sensual and sexy. His touch was sending little pricks of excitement washing all over my body. Gooseflesh crawled over every places his fingers touched and only made me tingly and desperate for more.

“Patience, love.” He murmured, the deepness of his voice vibrating through me as I was really in tune with his body. He was easing me into this, taking it slow. I knew it, but it was still hard to hold my composure when I was so desperate.

His voice was a deep baritone that made me ache to follow his every command, the sound of his voice was enough to make me hard and begging. I’d noticed his voice and his eyes above everything when we’d met. And his eyes, a fiery passion encased them as he looked over  me. I could tell from his expression that seeing me tied up and as his mercy was turning him on, and making him just as desperate as I was.

I loved to know that he was affected by me. He walked around the table where he’d sat an ice tray minutes before I’d come in here to wait and smiled down at me. “What’s your safe-word?” He asked me.

“O-Oklahoma,” I murmured, feeling my heartbeat in my chest as the reality of the situation began to blossom in my mind. I had known it was coming, we’d been talking about it, but I had not realized how much I wanted it.

“Good boy.” He said softly, grabbing a piece of ice and placing it on my chest, lightly dragging it up my body. The ice left a cold streak of water down my chest, and it made me shiver slightly, as I was bare in a room. We’d purposefully turned the air down so that it’d be chilly. The idea was sensory play, and it was working. Because wherever that piece of ice went, chills and waves of euphoria chased after it. I was whimpering and arching up as he ran the cool ice cube over one of my nipples. It pebbled immediately, and it made me moan quietly.

I looked up at him through my messy dark hair, unable to keep from biting my lip as he made eye contact with me. Abruptly he pulled the ice cube away from my body and trailed it over my lips softly, making me whimper. The cool was mind-numbing on my lips, and I could do nothing but lick at my lips a little, feeling shivers roll through me.

The sensation went away slowly as he pushed the ice cube into my mouth. I sucked on it lightly, watching as he grabbed another one out of the tray and put it in my belly button. This ice cube was considerably smaller but just as cold. I whined softly and watched him closely. He grabbed another ice cube and ran it down my chest and over my stomach to the base of my cock, where he slowly trailed the dripping piece of ice over the length of my dick.

I gasped, the sensation of cold shocking my system. It made my cock pulse and it sent shock waves of lust throughout my entire body. He wasn’t even halfway done with my body yet and I feel like I could cum any moment. He ran the piece of ice down to my balls and slowly let the water melt onto them.

I could feel the cool stripe of water down my dick, and it was pooling at my groin. I moaned softly and pushed up my hips a little, desperate. Emerson smirked a bit and looked over me. I looked up at him, begging him with my eyes to, if nothing else, speed this up a little. He appeared to get an idea, and I felt my heart leap in excitement. I wasn’t sure what he was planning at this moment, but I was so ready for it.

He walked over to the tray of ice cubes and grabbed two, putting them in his mouth and sucking. He walked back over to me, and leaned over my waist, playing with my dick in his hand a bit teasingly. I was shaking, my cock so hard that it felt like it’d bust at any moment. He leaned over and sucked me into his mouth.

This was different from any other time he’s ever sucked me off, because of the ice. It was so cold, but yet oddly warm at the same time. I could feel his mouth around me, feel the heat… and feel the coldness of the ice as he ran his mouth all over my cock. He started at the head and sucked it, showing special attention to the crown before he took me all the way down his throat a couple of times making the ice drag along the entire length of my dick all at once, on both sides. I groaned and pushed my hips up, pulling desperately at the restraints. I need him. I need him so much oh god.

He was slow and deliberate as he worked with my member, bringing me right to the point where I was going to cum, over and over again, before letting me calm down and collect me. He was being so calculated and every movement he made was deliberate. I did not doubt that he was going to make my body sing like a canary.

I could feel the water from the ice as it melted in his mouth, I could feel the coolness of the ice as it cooled off his mouth, and yet the heat that still radiated from the places not touched by the ice. It was perfect and sensual… I couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of his mouth, and the breaths I was desperately sucking in trying to keep from losing control and cumming. I can’t cum this soon.

“You’re being so good,” He said softly, trailing his lips over my groin and pelvis as he pulled away from my cock. His voice brought my attention to him and I looked down at him, biting my lip. I was suddenly all too aware of his breath washing over my skin, causing gooseflesh to run rampant on my groin area. I whimpered, and pushed up a little, to get his attention. “But just to make sure you don’t cum too soon…” He murmured, pulling open one of the drawers on the table I was tied to, and pulled out a cock ring. “This one is special… see it’ll vibrate the entire time that it’s around your beautiful little cock.” He said, grabbing my dick and jerking me off slowly for a moment. I moaned, loving the feeling of his hands on my body.

He then put the cock ring at the tip of my dick and pushed it down, and got it all the way to the base of my dick. Once he got it down there, he pulled my balls up and through the little plastic ring, and left it there. He tapped a button on it, and it started vibrating.

I could feel the vibrations all over my body, but mainly pooling right there in my dick and balls. I could feel how close I was, but I knew that now I couldn’t cum. I knew that he’d done this so that when I did cum it’d be so much better… but I was so ready for him to just take me. He’d teased me so much already.

“I need you,” I moaned softly. “Em, please, I need you,” I begged desperately. He looked down at me, and for a moment I saw my fiance, but it was only for a second before his dominant persona slipped right back into place and he smirked.

“You’re being naughty, Winter,” he teased quietly, crawling up on the table and straddling me. His ass was rubbing against my achingly hard dick, and I could feel his dick against my stomach. I was between a rock and a hard place because holy fuck my entire body is singing for this man. I couldn’t tell if I wanted to be fucked into the table or fuck him, while he held me down. Both seemed really hot, and both seemed entirely possible at the moment. “Who am I?” He teased.

“You’re sir,” I murmured, my eyes trailing all over his body. I looked down at his dick and almost moaned. He was so hard and leaking on my stomach. I couldn’t tell by his demeanor that he was just as desperate as I was but, I could tell by looking at his member that he was on the verge of cumming too.

“I am, aren’t I, little one?” He asked me, trailing his lips over my neck slowly, making my breath hitch. This wasn’t in the plan, but I was so far past caring. We had so much planned out, I really wasn’t sure that it was attainable… especially with me begging and pleading from just what we’ve done so far. I feel thoroughly fucked already, and he hasn’t even entered me yet.

“Yes, sir, please. I really need you….” I groaned softly, pushing my hips up and rubbing against his ass. He smirked down at me and shook his head.

“Not just yet. I’ll fuck you soon, but I’m enjoying your body,” He said softly, trailing his fingers down my chest. I whimpered softly as he pulled and teased my nipples with his fingers, making my chest vibrate with pleasure as I groaned. His touch was like electricity shooting through me, I couldn’t focus on anything but it. It was making my whole body feel like it was on fire, delicious fire, encompassing me. He reached back and grabbed my dick, a bit roughly. It startled a moan out of me. It felt so good to have him touch me, even roughly.

“Please,” I begged softly, pushing my hips up into his hand. “I need… please, please let me cum… I’m so close, please…” I begged him, flashing puppy dog eyes at him. He was a sucker for puppy eyes, so maybe he’ll let me…

“Uh-uh-uh. Not yet. I haven’t even fucked you yet.” He said, and I whimpered.

“Please, just fuck me, let me fuck you! I’m so desperate sir, I just need something. I need you, however. I need you. Just fuck me! I need it, right now.” I begged him, tears threatening to overflow. My dick was getting so painful, I needed to cum, I was so ready. I just wanted him to either fuck me or let me fuck him. I feel like either will have the same outcome, but I need something seriously bad right now.

“Oh you’re so desperate,” He teased, crawling off the table and untying my ankles. He crawled back up and got between my legs, his rock-hard erection rubbing against mine. Mine pumped out a string of pre-cum, excited at the mere touch of our members together. He hooked my legs over his shoulder and pulled my hips up so that my hole was visible to him. He grabbed a bottle of lube from the opened drawer where he’d gotten the cock ring, and put some right on my hole, gently massaging it into the delicate skin.

He’d already had his fun with my hole earlier, preparing me for tonight. But, he was still being cautious of hurting me. It made my heart swell with love. He is an amazing man and lover. I smiled tiredly up at him as I felt him rub the head of his dick over my hole, getting some lube on it before he began pushing into me.

Once he started pushing into me, it was like a dam was unleashed, and my entire body was soaring through the air. He was filling me up so much, his girth was enough to leave me gaping after he was done with me, and combined with the length, it was mouthwatering. I loved the feeling of his body moving inside of me, it felt intimate and deep… sensual. It was something that just hand jobs or blow jobs could never reach. It was bliss.

I couldn’t be quiet as he slowly started rocking our bodies together. He was touching every inch of my body as he moved inside of me. One of his warm hands circled around my cock and pulled on it with every movement of his hips, and his other hand went up to toy with my nipples. The combined sensations made my mind foggy and my body shakes beneath his fingers. He knew how to touch me, to make me scream.

He was touching every part of me, and I felt full of him. I groaned loudly and pulled desperately at the hand restraints he’d left on me. He wanted to be able to use me without my hands pulling at him, and the fact that he was going to use me was so sexy that I found myself gasping and pushing my hips up asking silently for more.

He answered my unasked plead for more with a hard, deep thrust that made my entire body feel like lightning was zinging through my veins at dangerous levels. I was floating, the entire world was foggy around me. All I could focus on was him, he was inside of me, he was touching me… my entire body was like a volcano and I was steaming, right at the rim. Waiting on permission to let go.

Oh fuck.

One thrust went in a slightly different angle and hit my g-spot making sparks flash behind my eyes. My cock was still sore, my balls aching to just let loose… but Emerson hadn’t said I could cum yet. He was dragging it out for dramatic effect. His dick seemed to change angles at that point and began assaulting my g-spot with every move that he made.

He was slowly ebbing away at my sanity bringing me to the brink of pleasure. I was so close, I was so desperate for him. And with every touch, he brought me closer and closer to the abyss I was so desperately trying to reach.

His hand was still pulling me off between our bodies as he thrust his hips into me. I watched as he roughly fucked me, I was mesmerized by the sight of our bodies connected. In angles like this, it was hard to believe he fit in me, though some of that was due to the angle. He was large, but he wasn’t too big, just the right size. It was magnificent to feel his member deep inside of me. It made my whole body quiver in desire.

He began pumping a bit faster, a little less calculated and more desperate. He was getting close himself, and it was driving him crazy. He’d not just been denying me pleasure, he’d been torturing himself too by not touching himself. I found myself rocking my body as best as I could around him, the combination of his cock rubbing against my spot, and the hand and vibrating cock ring on my base, I was in complete euphoria. There is no other way to describe it.

At this point I’m not thinking, I’m just acting. I’m doing, I’m feeling… I’m so close.

Me being so desperate to cum only made me want to work harder for him to cum. Once he cums he’ll reward me, and I’ll get to cum. He always plays fair, and he’s really good about making sure I’m as beat up and used as possible by the time we’re done completely.

Emerson was panting heavily, his eyes looking all over me, as he let go of my dick and put his hands on my shoulders, holding me still so he could get inside me deeper. I could always tell when he’s about to cum because he’s got to get deeper. If he’s not as deep as physically possible he won’t stop until he is. It turned me on so much, and it gave me an indication for when I’m doing something that feels so good he loses control.

I could hear the sound of his balls slapping against my ass as he pounded into me as hard and fast as he could, burying himself as deep in me as he could, and letting out a guttural groan into my neck before biting down on my neck. I moaned, feeling his dick spasming inside of me. I could practically feel the cum splashing into me, and I loved it. I could feel the warmth, the wetness of it inside of me. I groaned softly as he sank down on top of me for a moment, and took a deep breath.

Before I knew it, he was moving again, pulling his dick out of my used asshole, and leaning down over my dick. He took the cock ring off and sucked my dick into his mouth, working me with his mouth. As he was bobbing his head up and down on me, he put the vibrating cock ring against the base of my dick, sending vibrations down from my base through his mouth and back down to my base again.

I could feel the peak of my pleasure barrelling forward, I could feel the energy literally eating me up from the inside out as he sucked me. His mouth was so warm and tight around my dick, his tongue softly teasing the head.

It was no surprise to me that I was cumming down his throat in moments, almost, screaming my ecstasy into our empty house. He kept sucking me as I came, milking me for all I was worth. I couldn’t help the little moans leaving my mouth as he kept sucking me, cleaning me off.

He pulled off of me once I was cleaned up and stood up, and walked up to where my wrists were begging to be released from the restraints. He untied me, and grabbed some lotion, rubbing it gently over my irritated wrists. He picked me up off the cold table and carried me to the bathroom sitting me on the counter, and grabbing a washcloth, and wetting it with warm water. He gently rubbed it over every inch of my body, getting the sweat off my body. He then sat me down on my feet.

My knees were shaking a little, and I was unsteady so he helped me turn around and bend over the counter a little. He then proceeded to wipe my hole clean and put the spare pair of briefs we’d left here on me. “Better?” he asked me softly.

“Yes sir,” I murmured. He smiled softly and picked me up, carrying me to our room and sitting me on the edge before he pulled the blankets down on the bed and laid me in the center. He crawled in beside me and covered us up, wrapping his warm, muscular arms around me.

I got comfortable, right beside him, buried into his warmth and comfort. My whole body was still alight with passion and desire, despite just cumming and I was floating. He was touching me in a way that made my whole body sigh in relief. I was so happy to be nestled into his arms at that moment. I needed it, even. 

A scene takes a lot out of me, and him doing this for me was like something I’d never experienced. He began whispering sweet little things into my ear. How I was a good boy, so obedient. He called me beautiful and was caressing my body in the gentlest ways a man can, the most intimate ways you can touch a person without having sex with them. And I was lost in it. I was lost in him.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.