Later, as her violent shudders began to subside, Mark took control again and extended the wonderful tremors shaking her body. He kissed softly over her clit. His fingers gently pushed into her before dragging back out slowly. He led her back up inside the echoes of her orgasm with squeezes across the tip and then brought her down with softer brushes around its base. She lay there and was played like an instrument.
And this awareness of just how much she was placing into his loving care affected him very deeply. He shook a little inside, where his thoughts swirled, when he realised that he would do anything for her or to her in order to make that joyful surrender surge through her. Anything, he nodded to himself, that did not place her in danger or harm her.
“This isn’t easy to describe. As you just saw, feeling submissive does not mean a woman must just lie there and moan. It’s more that she’s reacting to her Dom’s needs, meeting them, making them part of her own needs. That ‘weakness’ I mentioned is a wonderful feeling deep inside me. I should have described it as a strength. But it reacts to the man’s greater strength, to his intent. How can I say this? A submissive’s strength joins with her Dom’s strength and they become one. What’s that expression? The sum is greater than the parts! That’s it.”
Ingrid became quiet. She looked down at him. “Am I rambling?”
An ironic smile flashed across his lips as he considered what he was about to do to her. “You’re about to spank her and you’re telling yourself you will not abuse her?” Although he did not verbalise it at that moment, he knew he was not deceiving himself, not rationalising his behaviour to justify his desires. He was entering unknown waters but he felt the union of desires he shared with her. He had never abused the emotional trust she had for him and knew he was not doing so now.
Yet behind that certainty lay a personal uncertainty about where he was leading himself. Mark saw himself as a normal guy, one who may like to control love-making but within the bounds of accepted conventions. And now he was about to allow his inner desires to burst through those conventions. Despite his outward fixedness, his inner self trembled at what he might become.
He was strongly aware just then of the hard centre which existed inside him. Now and then, he could become very fixed of purpose. When he was like this, Sue smugly called him Mr. FOP. He felt Mr. FOP strengthening deep inside him. Late one night, after he had made love to her with her arms pinned out across the bed with his own, she had explained to him how she loved becoming the object of his sole, unbending focus. She loved the total attentiveness he gave her, loved his strength, his caring and his masculinity. Then she had added she loved, most of all, that he none of the arrogance of many men who acted strongly in the company of women.
As soon as he focused on her body, he heard her laughter die away. He could feel her tense anticipation in the way she held her body. He enjoyed allowing his instincts to guide him and, at that moment, his instincts told him to feed her anticipation. He had never spanked her and only ever joked about doing so. In fact, he had never spanked anyone and he was reasonably certain she had never been spanked either. She was a modern woman brought up with modern ideas about the equality of the sexes. He knew she did not believe in corporal punishment and did not use it on Tony. But he knew, deep inside him, something else. When he fixed his will on her, she reacted by giving in to it. Whatever ideas she held about how men and women should act simply slid away when he confronted her with his will.
Khul Law 2.1:
I truly never knew
the joy a phone can give
until you were there,
your joy flowing down copper lines
and washing over my joy.
And I truly never knew the love
that can flow and flow
as our selves join,
despite the distance,
despite the reasons,
and we pulse lovingly
against each other.
From the poem, The Phone
Khul Law 2.2:
Yet her body was his. He knew it. And she knew it.
They were different sides of one coin. He was loving, yet strong. She was loving, yet soft. Together, even though limited to the phone, they soared night after night with their joy. She gave herself and he took her in an endless dance of love and arousal. She could not wait till he was there. Bk 2, The Re-Taking of Kate
Khul Law 2.3:
She collapsed onto his chest. She was panting from the length of the orgasm she had experienced. Miles stroked along her back gently as he struggled to get control of his breathing. Then he laughed from sheer exhilaration and she lifted herself up to look at her lover. He placed his hands on the sides of her head, drew her down to him and kissed her with all the joy that was surging through him. Bk 3, The Runaway
Khul Law 2.4:
As Ingrid was given and followed his orders, she felt her inner self begin to swirl upwards again. She loved this man beyond her power to describe, but, more than that, she trusted him completely. She had not been exaggerating when she had told him earlier that the joy he allowed her to feel knew no boundaries nor any limits. As he sucked her offered nipple inside his warm, wet mouth, she shuddered and gave all of herself to his loving, considerate strength. To Meet Her Needs
Khul Law 2.5:
She groaned loudly as she realised that, by refusing to do anything at all, he was going to force her to make them both come. That was what he had decided her punishment would be. She began to slide his hardness in and almost out of her growing wetness. As she increased the speed and force of her pushes back against him, she felt her rising abandonment to that glorious throbbing of her walls clutching around his hardness.
WIP, Cashmere, Bk 1 of Tales From Terrigal