Rock and Water - Chapter 9 - Sex Stories

Rock and Water - Chapter 9

Master. Such a loaded word. In the most basic terms, it defines one person’s authority over another; but in the context of my relationship with Patrick, the use of the word goes so much deeper, and brings such pleasure to us both. It’s a word I’d never considered using, even as my interest in bdsm burgeoned. It felt contrived, as if the use of it only confirmed that bedroom games were being played. I still primarily call him Sir, but there are times during our sexual adventures, that nothing less than ‘master’ will do. At those times, I want to leave him with no doubt about my love, my trust, and my deference to his wicked desires. There have been times that we’ve surprised each other, with how potent and dark our explorations have taken us. We’ve had some heart to hearts whether they could harm the foundation we’re building together, one that will very soon include having Addie back at home, and me working full-time again. For as much as power exchange has begun to creep into our everyday lives, there have been as many occasions where Patrick checks in with me, making sure I have little doubt of his love or respect, along with his commitment to our relationship. Though, in those moments where I give myself to him, the peace I find in exposing my most base and raw desires to him, trusting him to guide me safely through those dark waters, have been the most sexually charged and freeing of my life. These are the thoughts that pass through my Ambien –addled brain at a cruising ...

... altitude of 36,000 feet as we cross the country, and soon the Atlantic, to visit Addie in London. It’s been three weeks since the pivotal evening that introduced Patrick’s desire to be called Master, and my desire to feel owned. In that time, very little has changed in our day to day, except that my kitchen is up and functioning again and I’ve started going back to the office once weekly to begin brainstorming for shows and interviews I’d like to do in September. Our worlds have begun to cross over, friends meeting friends. We’ve gotten together with Gil and Vanessa a few times, and took Johanna and her husband to The Market for dinner one evening. Like teenagers, Johanna less than subtly leaned over during dinner to whisper in my ear, “OMG…he’s hot!” Of course, it was heard by half the restaurant. Vanessa and Johanna hit it off, and the three of us have met for hikes and drinks on a few occasions. As planned, we took Luka to my recording studio, and were both blown away by how much he understood all of the technical aspects of running a radio station. Although I’m sure the topics bored the hell out of him, he insisted on staying to watch a colleague deliver an hour of news. I feel my eyes closing as I catch one last glance of Patrick asleep beside me, and before I drift a rush of childlike excitement runs through me once again, for my excitement of seeing Addie, and for the two of them finally meeting. While Patrick has become incredibly important to me, and my love for him ...