Held - Sex Stories

Held

... can only trust. Have faith that the man she loves is still there, even though she cannot see him. She has to hope that his love for her, the love she can usually see shining in his eyes, is still within him. Once she finally submits, turns her body over to him, then is she able to think clearly. The mist and fog of anger and fear is lifted. She sees now that she caused this. She drove him to it. If he doesn't love her any more, if he feels nothing at all, then it's because of her. She killed it. She extinguished the spark he once had. She was so used to being the “Boss” all day. Surviving in a man's world, living up to her reputation as a demon in the boardroom, demanding respect. She forgot to leave that persona at the office and brought it into the home. He hadn't been her partner, she treated him like an underling, like one of her staff. He'd wanted to make her happy, to make her life easier. He loved her, worshipped the ground beneath her feet. He had tried to be understanding. He wanted her to be confident and knew her work was important to her, so he took it. Day after day he allowed her to throw her weight around. He ate it. He bit his tongue. Until ...

... today. Something in his head just snapped. She needed to be put in her place, which at this moment was beneath him. Literally under his body, under his hands. She allows her entire body to go limp. Not one ounce of resistance remains in her. She lies prostrate on her back. He holds fast. Their eyes locked together. Finally she speaks. “Please baby, let me go, you're hurting me.” Her voice is soft and low. Her tone sweet and passive. No orders, no demands, no rebukes or condemnation. Just a simple, polite request. He closes his cold, staring eyes and holds them shut. A slight smile passes over his lips. When he raises his eyelids, she sees him again. The light she feared had gone out forever has returned. He loosens his grip, bends down and kisses her nose. She smiles back at him, happy just to know he is there. He lets go and dismounts, sits on the edge of the bed and stretches. She rubs the feeling back into her numb arms and gets her breathing back to normal. She is glad to have the weight off her chest. “I'm going for a shower,” he tells her as he leaves the room. “Call Amy. We're not meeting them for dinner tonight.” She finds her phone and dials the number.