Subfrenzy (the Subfrenzied Series)

by Jane, Kimberlee

  “You know by now, that I'm more than just a Dominant?”

  “Of course, Sir.” I said, wondering why he looked so serious. “You're a very strong Dominant.”

  He snorted. “Are you placating me?”

  “No... you're controlled when you want to be. You don't hurt me.”

  “You're a masochist. Your priorities for a Dom are how controlled he is, how much experience he has inflicting pain, not-” He half-grinned. “You struggle to let control go, not take it back.”

  I was confused. When he was surprised, looking at me like he saw through me, I never knew what to do. “What do you mean, you're more than just a Dominant?”

  “I'm a Dominant-sadist.”

  “I know you feel pleasure when I take the pain you inflict, Sir... I wouldn't say you're a sadist.”

  “That's the definition of sadist, baby,” he said gently.

  “You don't talk down to your submissives-”

  “To you. That's a Dominant thing, too, you know. Some submissives enjoy it.”

  “I know it's common. That's my point. We didn't talk about s/m until after we had sex. Nothing was stopping you, before you realized it bothered me.”

  “You were.”

  “How?” I asked, suddenly feeling edgy and really uncomfortable with the conversation.

  “...I'm still not sure. I'm really glad I didn't.”

  “I've never stopped you from-- Have I?” The flash of pain I felt was buried under a rush of submissive determination.

  Quinn pressed a button to make the water stop churning. “What was that last part?”

  “I don't want you to feel...” I paused, realizing my hands had gone to my neck. “Like this. If that's really something you want, I'll--” But I couldn't... “You can always-”

  “I don't ever want you to submit that way. It would bring punishment like you've never experienced-”

  Thank goodness. “See?” I kissed his shoulder. “You aren't cruel, Sir.”

  “No, I'm not cruel.” He put his hand over my mouth, pulling me back against him. “You knew all of that, you've accepted it already...” I nodded when he let me. “You know I'm a Dominant, and a sadist, because you're a masochistic submissive.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I said, when he let me speak.

  “Your limit for pain is where it should be. A little over where it should be. I want to work with you on being able to safeword.”

  “I really will if I need to, Sir.”

  “I know, you'll learn how.”

  “Since we're being so honest...” Guilt grated at me. “It's nothing bad, I promise. I think. May I tell you something, Sir?”

  He went still with his arms wrapped around my sides, his right hand on my neck. “Tell away.”

  “I did a really, really short pain session with Lane. For educational purposes, though, so-” That was no excuse, my submissive side hadn't been strong enough to stand against the chance for pain.

  “With Lane? Your roommate, Lanie?”

  “Yes. A bdsm lesson became a hands-on lesson about, um, inflicting pain. I'm sorry, Sir.”

  “... No problem, baby. What kind of lesson?”

  “She hit my back with her belt a few times. I didn't actually submit, though. I only instructed. It didn't even, er, leave any marks.”

  “Thank you for telling me.” He tipped my head up so I had to stop staring at his chest. “I'm not mad. You know I wouldn't be mad. How was it?”

  “Informative for her.”

  “If you help teach her s/m techniques again, you've no need to feel bad. Enjoy it if you can. If you teach as well as you submit, you should get pleasure from it.”

  “From you, but thank you, Sir. I won't feel bad if there's a next time.”

  “You're being careful, right?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “You let her use a belt on you. I don't want her taking your eye out or anything.”

  “She had my back to aim at, I leaned over my dresser to protect my face. Lane learns really fast...”

  “So long as you're safe.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Lean back, like you did before.”

  I moaned when he sucked my right nipple into his mouth. His tongue felt cold compared to the warmth of my skin. My left nipple was still sensitive from the clamp. I squirmed, wanting his cock inside me, more when he teased with feather-light pressure. He moved over a few inches and raised my hips. I realized why when he turned one of the jets that was releasing tiny bubbles. They tickled, hundreds of them rushing against my skin. My hips bucked when I felt them slide past my clit.

  “Sit next to me or kneel over my lap.” I did the latter, aching for him as his cock throbbed against my thigh. “I brought one of the toys with me. Do you see it anywhere?”

  The translucent pink toy looked purple, sitting on the dark blue ledge of his shower. It warmed against my skin as he adjusted to fit over his index finger. He put his arms around me and teased my nipples with his tongue. I moaned, remembering the clamps and how hard he had made them bite into my skin. The faint red marks pulsed under his tongue. My hips ground into his, the shaft of his cock feeling silken and warm against me.

  Quinn held my wrists behind my back. Then he made the toy vibrate harder. I spread my legs further apart and felt the water rise to my waist. The vibration changed, no longer pulsing, but vibrating fast and hard. It started at the tip of my clitoris, then swept lower toward the entrance to my body. I felt myself clench down when it rushed back toward the top of my clit. My hips moved in small circles. I dug my knees into the ledge and let my head fall back. He held my wrists behind my back to help me balance. Pleasure rose higher, higher still...

  “May I come, Sir?”

  “Yes.”

  “Thank you, Sir!” Orgasm fluttered through me. My nipples tingled with aftershocks, fading soon after he moved the toy away.

  “What do you want, baby?”

  “Please, I want you inside me... Will you fuck me again, Sir?”

  “Yes. Not here, though. Dry off and come into the bedroom.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He groaned, seeing me come out of the bathroom wearing nothing but my collar. I leaned against him when he kissed me.

  “What you were saying before, in the office? Show me.”

  The head of his cock was teasing pressure, slowly pushing inside of my body. My legs wrapped around his sides. I pushed my hips toward him when he rubbed over my g-spot. There was no frenzy or rising animalistic need. Every time he thrust forward, pleasure swelled a little higher. He moaned when I sucked on his bottom lip, then let my tongue dart into his mouth.

  “Move your arms,” he said roughly. “I don't care where.”

  I immediately brought my hands to his shoulders. When I scratched him lightly with my nails, he fucked me harder. I moved my hands down to his wrists, back over the taut muscles in his forearms. He cupped both sides of my face and kissed me hard. Then again, roughly enough to leave me breathless. I arched my back, holding onto him as I fucked him harder. Pleasure throbbed through my clit, soothed each time he withdrew and sinuously thrust deep inside me. I pressed my mouth against his shoulder to control how I was breathing. My heart felt like it was beating too fast.

  When he thrust forward, bright energy spread through my body. I clung to him, lost to it because he wanted me to be. Because I wanted to be. Pleasure built slowly, but I didn't try to have him fuck me any harder. He didn't move my hands from his hips. When my back arched, he kissed me slowly, the heat building until I burned with it.

  “You're close, aren't you?”

  “Yes... Yes, Sir!” I gasped, surprised that it was true. Without pain and from slow sex--?

  “Your eyes...” he laughed quietly. “I want to feel you come.”

  Orgasm broke over me a few seconds after. It was calm and smooth, I had no control over how high it rose, or when the tension broke and left me boneless. He jerked my hips toward him, making aftershocks feel electric. T
he intensity made me cry out. Energy rose higher than I could follow. The pleasurable, overwhelming submissive haze didn't lift. Not when I made him come, or when I curled up next to him with my back against his chest.

  “You're shivering.” He moved back, offering me the warmth from where he had been laying. “You okay?”

  “Yes, Sir. Are you okay?”

  “Yes, baby, I'm really, really comfortable.”

  Quinn had his hand over both of my wrists, his arm bent so that his elbow was resting on the curve of my hip. I breathed him in along with night air, sex, and leather from a wrist restraint hanging near my head.

  Things would change, and all-too-soon, yet what I felt for him had only grown stronger. I hugged him harder, unable to feel any emptiness, no desperate longing that left me feeling horrendously alone. There was still so much more submission I could give him, though I didn't know how to access it. He would have to show me how.

  “Thank you for taking me as your submissive, Sir.”

  “You're more than welcome, Clara.” I felt him smile against my hair. “More pain tomorrow. It's time for us to get some sleep...”

  Thank you to:

  Brandon: From emotional support, to being the only voice of reason I've listened to, you've really (really) stuck with me. Thank you for the endurance you found for the editing process, and for being willing to do it again. I couldn't have written this story without your help. You know how true that is.

  My Master: You taught me how to embrace submission and have it be part of me again. Then you allowed me to become your slave. Thank you for understanding all you have, and for forgiving me when you didn't have to. You've shown me what Dominance is, through rationality and the levels of self-control you never forget. You calmed the subfrenzy, Master.

  Meg: You bring clarity after a rant, you make sense of the nonsense. Thank you for being able to decipher those text-messages, the psychological perspectives you've offered, and for not taking me seriously when I'm being ridiculous.

  Gwen: It could have been awkward, but it wasn't. At all. You're incredible. I'm grateful to you for listening without judging, for editing and reading.

  Authors Note:

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