EroticReverie

Cassian Cavanaugh

I smile to myself as I watch Callie tie her bow back into her hair after we've put our clothes back on. Tonight was her first time using a safe word, and I know it was only because she was on the edge of cumming, on the edge of being helpless to follow the order I'd given her to not cum. Helpless to prevent herself from the punishment I had promised of not touching her if she dared to cum without permission. 

I can't stand how perfect she is. A full fledged brat, and also sweet. A tolerance for pain I've never come across, a tolerance for more than I was even willing to give her. I didn't get off on inflicting extreme pain. I didn't judge those who did, or those who got off on receiving that pain. I just couldn't wrap my head around wanting to hurt someone to such extremes. Enjoying hurting another person to such extremes, in my opinion , was sick. Looking at Callie, at any of my girls, I know I'd never be able to hurt in the ways that Callie has told me she'd let past "doms" hurt her. Those stories made my skin crawl. Made my hands clench into fists, wanting to track down and beat the ever loving shit out of them for taking advantage of her. Especially when she'd been underage. She was too damn young, she was still young now. Nineteen to my forty two. She's the youngest submissive I've ever had. 

Granted most of them are near her age, but are usually in their early twenties. Most submissives of mine end up moving on, finding exclusivity with other men or women and leaving our arrangement. Which is fine with me. I'm just grateful they leave for good reasons and not due to our own relationship going sour. I was good to them and like to think that they learn more about self worth, and the control they weild as women, not to settle, and to trust only those deserving of it. 

Callie while the youngest, is probably the fiercest of any submissive. Not for her smart mouth or sassy or ability to handle pain like it was just water rolling off her back. I was constantly in awe of her, of her accepting that the men before me, were not worthy of her. That the men she sought to feed her the pain she craved were nothing more than older men looking to take advantage of a vulnerable young girl who had still yet to learn how important her fucking safety was. She'd thought that what those men did to her was normal. I still grit my teeth when I think about how she'd been so confused the first time I took care of her after a session where there'd been impact play involved. Telling me she was fine and didn't need me to "Baby" her. 

"why are you looking at me like that?" her brow lifts as her hands drop from her perfectly tied ribbon. 

"You're incredible." I say just looking at her. She blinks, and cocks her head and walks over. 

"Mmm, say more " she smiles, slightly teasing.

"You're beautiful." I say and she smiles sliding her hands up my chest and behind my neck. 

"And?" she flutters her lashes , batting them at me and I give a little laugh and place my hands at her waist. 

"Truly....the most stunning woman I've ever had the honor of laying my eyes on." I say and her playful little smile fades and she licks her lips when she realizes how every single word is truth. 

"I think about how every action and reaction changes the course of our lives..." I say and she presses closer to me and lifts her chin slightly as I look down at her , into those eyes that are constantly on my mind, and all I see when I close my eyes, my heart pounding knowing I get to see them everynight, and every morning now. 

"How everything I've done...everything you've done....ended up with you finding me." I say as I slide my hands up her back and she pushes onto her toes and her nose softly brushes mine as our mouth brush slightly, her breath on my lips, mine on hers. 

"I hate that...in some other time line or turn of fate....I never would have met you at all" I say and she exhales. 

"Cassian" she whispers, her eyes on mine and then on my mouth and back up to my eyes, her beautiful eyes flittering all over my face. 

"I'm so fucking lucky" I exhale harshly and she does too and then her mouth pushes against mine and she wraps her arms tighter around me as I hold her tight to me, my hands at her back, pulling her into me as our mouths part and she claims a bit more of my soul, as she does every fucking day. 

"I'm the slave Callie" I groan on her mouth and she whimpers, kissing me harder and fiercer and then shes back on the desk, her long lace gown hitched up and her hands at my belt and then seconds later I'm back inside her. I groan into her mouth as she gasps the instant I'm sliding into her and I curse on her mouth and her hands grab my face as she kisses me, then grabs my shoulders, and she's moaning and softly cursing as our foreheads press and we're both looking down, watching my cock thrust in and out of her slowly. 

"i love watching you watch me inside you" I whisper and her eyes lift, her mouth kissing mine again.

"it's never felt like this" she pants. 

"it's always perfect with you Cass" she moans and kisses me and I groan, because she was right. 

While I considered myself an attentive and passionate man when it came to pleasing all of my women present and past. There was something different from the very first time I was with Callie. 

"Promise me this never ends Callie...you and me...." I groan, my head still replaying the other night when she'd threatened to leave, when I'd gone too far and hurt her feelings by denying her my time after our session and letting Tavius tend to her instead. 

She shakes her head. "Never...you're never getting rid of me"

I kiss her again, groaning at how wet she is, how messy she is, my cum from before still there between her legs , coating her pussy, dripping from her ass and onto her lace of her dress as we continue to refuse to take our hands off one another.  

"I need you Cass" she whimpers and I kiss her my one hand sliding behind her head and I look in her eyes, my face right there, right over hers as we watch each others faces as my cock slides in and out, thrusting and making love to her.

"I need you" I answer her. "always" 

Sex with Callie, is always the most intense, and maye that's because my heart cleared out every space inside it for her the day that I met her. It saw her, and said, HER. It's HER. Before I even really knew it myself, my heart had spoken and claimed the woman in front of me, making only room for her, filling little spaces inside of it, with bits of her each time I was with her or thought of her. There's so much emotion flooding from her right now, in those fucking eyes, and I will die before I ever live another day without those eyes looking back at me. 

"I'm in love with you Callie" i admit and she lets out a cry, not of plesure , not of pain, but it's matched with tears as they fill her eyes. Was admitting it right now, in the middle of a party, tucked away in another room, while her ass was dripping with my cum from the rough fucking I'd just previously given it? Was right now the best time? No. But I couldnt hold it any longer. She needed to know. She needed to know exactly what this was, and that I didnt see her as just a submissive or a slave. Surely she knew that much by my moving her in. But I needed her to know that it was more than just to keep her close, to have her around. 

"I love you so much" she blurts as tears spill and my cock swells as I thrust in and out of her and I groan with the way her hands cant seem to pick a spot as she grabs my suit jacket, pushes them over my chest and over my shoulder and then landing on my face instead as she kisses me while crying. 

Her arm slings around my neck and she buries her face in my neck as I slide my hands on her thighs and to her hips and groan as she cries into my neck as she keeps repeating herself. 

"I love you..i love you" she cries and I go harder, my cock pounding into her now and she cries louder into my neck as she holds onto me while I make love to her harder. 

"I love you" I groan back to her.