A/N: Okay, so I've seen sitting on this for a while now, but there's a challenge that made me pull my finger out and get something written! This is just part one for now, more to follow. There'll be a heavy influence on the negotiation as well as the sub's feelings.
At first, he didn't really notice it. Giselle was just like that, a whirlwind, and when she cleaned the apartment or made breakfast or sat in his arms with the rain pouring down over them on that wild rooftop and kissed him, it felt right. And for the longest of times it just seemed perfectly natural to find that Giselle had already laid the table for dinner when he got home, or that she had made a new shirt for him or dress for Morgan on her day off, or any of the other multitude of things. Unexpected, yes, but far from unthinkable
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"No! I mean, I don't want you to do things you don't want to, but I don't want to stop you from doing things you do want to. I just, well, damn it." Robert stopped, shook his head, then downed the rest of his glass of wine in one go. They were small glasses, at least, and it was as much the action as anything else that left him feeling calm. "I just want you to be happy, Giselle."
"I am," she said, with soft emphasis. Slipping to her feet, Giselle stepped across, stroked his cheek, and then kissed him very gently on the lips. "I love doing these things. It feels so... right."
He hesitated a moment longer, then nodded, and kissed her back again. "All right," he said quietly. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything."
"It's no problem," she replied, and then she kissed him a third time, and a fourth, and his concerns for the day fled beneath the gentle movements of her hands.
Part of what worried him, if Robert was truthful, was just how easily they fell into the routine. In the morning he would wake up to find that Giselle had been up first, and had lain out a set of clothes for him (though whether he wore those clothes or not was a separate matter altogether), and by the time that he had Morgan up and dressed breakfast would be on the table. She would take Morgan to school and then head off to her own shop whilst he went to work, and in the evening things would unfold with the same sort of ease
( ... )
A/N: I can't lie, WiPs and I have a chequered history. So there might be sporadic moments with this. But I am still going.
He made sure that he knew what he was talking about before he spoke to Giselle about it. There had even been a furtive lunch hour down at the library, trying to find a book (with, he might say, a slightly questionable title and a picture which, though artistic, involved handcuffs) and photocopy the relevant pages before the librarian came over and asked what someone was doing in the section where every other book had the word sex in the title.
The thing was, he quickly realised, that it wasn't about sex. It was about boundaries, and roles, and decision making, and honesty
( ... )
"I wanted..." he drew one of his hands out of hers and went to pick up some of the sheets of paper. It had been on the tip of his tongue to say 'I wanted you to read these' but at the last moment, part of his mind interceded and placed new words there for him. "I wanted us to read these together. And then... talk some more. What do you say?"
It was like watching the sun rise as Giselle smiled, scooting her chair round so that she could sit close beside him instead. "I think that sounds very nice indeed, Robert."
Any characters!
A consensual full time D/s relationship.
Emphasis on how the sub feels so good to just follow orders and to just be taken care of without worrying about anything.
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At first, he didn't really notice it. Giselle was just like that, a whirlwind, and when she cleaned the apartment or made breakfast or sat in his arms with the rain pouring down over them on that wild rooftop and kissed him, it felt right. And for the longest of times it just seemed perfectly natural to find that Giselle had already laid the table for dinner when he got home, or that she had made a new shirt for him or dress for Morgan on her day off, or any of the other multitude of things. Unexpected, yes, but far from unthinkable ( ... )
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"I am," she said, with soft emphasis. Slipping to her feet, Giselle stepped across, stroked his cheek, and then kissed him very gently on the lips. "I love doing these things. It feels so... right."
He hesitated a moment longer, then nodded, and kissed her back again. "All right," he said quietly.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything."
"It's no problem," she replied, and then she kissed him a third time, and a fourth, and his concerns for the day fled beneath the gentle movements of her hands.
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He made sure that he knew what he was talking about before he spoke to Giselle about it. There had even been a furtive lunch hour down at the library, trying to find a book (with, he might say, a slightly questionable title and a picture which, though artistic, involved handcuffs) and photocopy the relevant pages before the librarian came over and asked what someone was doing in the section where every other book had the word sex in the title.
The thing was, he quickly realised, that it wasn't about sex. It was about boundaries, and roles, and decision making, and honesty ( ... )
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It was like watching the sun rise as Giselle smiled, scooting her chair round so that she could sit close beside him instead. "I think that sounds very nice indeed, Robert."
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