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Love and Control (SMUT)
🕑 Added 2025-02-19 23:54:18 +0000 UTC#DOM/SUB #Praise/Control #Overstimulation/Surrender #Past Trauma #Power Play/Trust #Safe but Ruthless #Protective but Sadistic Dom
After two long weeks on a grueling mission, White returned to the spaceship, his footsteps leading him instinctively to Red’s quarters. The door slid open with a whisper, revealing a scene that seemed worlds apart from the high-tech austerity of the outer corridors. Inside, Red sat on their bed, engrossed in a digital book about exotic flowers and plants. When she heard the door, Red looked up, her eyes widening in surprise. “White!” she exclaimed, the book tumbling to the side, forgotten. Her face broke into a radiant smile, the kind that could warm the coldest of nights. White paused in the doorway, drinking in the sight of her. The fatigue of his mission began to melt away, replaced by a profound sense of relief. “I’ve missed you, love,” he said, his voice heavy. She rushed toward him, her arms spread wide to embrace him. But as she neared, the stark scent of sweat and the grime coating his uniform gave her pause. She stopped just short of touching him, her nose wrinkling slightly, though her smile never faded. White, looking sheepish, held up his hands, halting her advance with a chuckle. “Maybe hold that hug for a bit. I’m a mess,” he said, his voice rough but tinged with amusement. “I think I need a good wash.” Red laughed, stepping back and gesturing to the small en-suite bathroom attached to their quarters. “Do you wanna take a bath? I can start the water for you,” she offered. “That sounds perfect,” White replied, his tired eyes brightening at the thought. “Yes, please. Let the water run.” With a nod, Red quickly moved to the bathroom, turning on the faucets to fill the tub. The sound of rushing water was a comforting background noise. White followed and leaned against the bathroom door, watching her move with an affectionate gaze. Red busied herself preparing the bath, she carefully placed various herbs and flowers into the water, each one chosen for its soothing properties. The delicate scents mingled, filling the room with a refreshing, earthy aroma. White’s gaze lingering on the gentle movements of her hands. He had missed everything about her; her shoulder-length, soft hair that framed her face perfectly, her large, expressive blue eyes, and her petite figure that moved with such grace. Lost in his admiration, White couldn’t help but marvel at how deeply he loved her. To him, she was more than just a partner; she was the very essence of warmth and comfort that had kept him grounded. Suddenly realizing he had been staring for far too long, White was pulled from his reverie by Red’s voice. “How was the mission?” she asked again, noticing his distant look. “Oh, sorry,” White apologized, a grin crossing his face as he stepped closer. “It was tough,” he admitted, reaching out to tuck a stray lock of her hair behind her ear. “But thoughts of you, of this… us… kept me going.” Red blushed slightly at his touch, her shyness endearing to him. “I’m just so glad you’re back safely,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes met his, filled with love and relief. “What were you adding to the bath? It smells amazing,” White asked, his tone gentle. “Oh, just some lavender and chamomile I’ve been growing in my Space Garden,” Red responded with a shy smile. “They’re good for relaxation.” White nodded. “Perfect choice. I could use some of that relaxation,” he quipped.
Red noticed the bath was filled to the perfect level, the soothing aromas of lavender and chamomile infusing the steamy air. She turned to White with a shy glance. “The bath’s ready, you can undress.” White chuckled softly at her bashfulness, finding it endearing how she always managed to remain so gentle, even in their most intimate moments. He began to remove his uniform, the heavy plates clinking softly as he set them aside. Red stepped forward to help, her small hands working deftly to unfasten the clasps that were tricky to reach. As they removed each piece, her fingers brushed against a strange blue goo smeared on one of the plates. She grimaced slightly, pulling her hand back as the sticky substance clung to her fingers. She suppressed a shudder, trying not to let her disgust show too clearly, but White noticed her hesitation. “Oh, that,” he said with a chuckle, seeing the look of disgust on her face. “Black and I ran into a swarm of Mandes during the mission. It got a bit messy.”
“Mandes?” Red asked, her curiosity piqued despite the goo. “Yeah,” White replied, grinning as he tried to lighten the mood. “Think of them like mosquitoes from Earth, but imagine them the size of your head and covered in this blue slime instead of just being annoying.” Red’s nose wrinkled in disgust, but a small laugh escaped her. “That sounds horrifying,” she said, still trying to wipe the goo off her hand with a cloth. “It was a sight to see, for sure,” White continued, his tone playful. “They swarm you and before you know it, you’re drenched in this blue gunk. It’s like being in a bad sci-fi movie where the aliens slime you instead of saying hello.” Despite her initial revulsion, Red couldn’t help but chuckle at White’s description. His ability to turn a dangerous encounter into a funny story was one of the things she loved about him. “Only you could find humor in being attacked by giant, slimy bugs,” she teased, finally getting most of the goo off her hand. “Well, I have to find some way to entertain myself out there,” he quipped. “And if battling goo-spewing bugs doesn’t make for a good story, I don’t know what does.”
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Red suggested, turning back to the bath she had prepared. “And try to leave the alien slime out there next time, okay?” White chuckled and agreed with a playful nod, “Deal.” He then removed the last piece of his gear, his boxer shorts, stepping out of them with a casual ease. Red’s cheeks flamed with a blush as she turned away, avoiding his gaze. They had been together for about a year now, and she still found herself overwhelmed by shyness, especially in moments as intimate as this. White chuckled softly, finding her reaction endearing. “I love that you still blush,” he said warmly. Red peeked back at him, her embarrassment easing into a smile. “I can’t help it,” she said. “You still make me nervous in a good way.” White closed the distance between them with a few measured steps. He reached out, gently lifting her chin to meet his gaze. “I hope I always do,” he whispered, his tone sincere and filled with affection. Red took a deep breath, her nerves settling as she met his steady, reassuring gaze. “White, I…” she started, her voice faltering a bit as she gathered her thoughts. “I know we haven’t… since I told you about my past…” White nodded understandingly, his hand still gently cradling her face. “I know, and there’s no rush,” he reassured her. “I’m just happy to be close to you like this, love. Whatever pace you need, that’s okay with me.” Red’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, touched by his patience and understanding. After everything she had been through, his respect and care for her boundaries meant the world. “Thank you, White. That means a lot to me,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. White smiled softly, wiping away a stray tear that had escaped down her cheek with his thumb. “Hey, I’m here for you, love, always. We don’t need anything more than this moment right here, okay?”
“Okay,” Red agreed, a sense of relief washing over her. She leaned into him, resting her head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. White wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. They stood like that for a while, simply enjoying the closeness and the quiet comfort of each other’s presence. Finally, White broke the silence, his voice a soft murmur. “Tell me more about the lavender and chamomile you’ve been growing. I missed your garden updates while I was away.” Red chuckled lightly, the earlier tension easing, “Later, you should probably get in the bath now, you really do stink,” she teased. White laughed, the sound rich and warm. “That’s fair,” he admitted, stepping into the bathtub filled with steaming water and aromatic herbs. As he settled in, he looked up at Red with a sheepish grin. “Would you… could you help wash my back?” he asked, his voice hopeful. Red’s cheeks turned a deep shade of pink at his request, her heart fluttering with a mix of nervousness and affection. Despite their intimacy in conversation and comfort in each other’s presence, moments like these still sparked a shyness in her that she couldn’t quite shake. “Of course, I can,” she replied, her voice slightly higher than usual. She stepped closer to the tub, dipping the sponge into the warm water before gently starting to wash his back. Her hands moved carefully, tracing the lines of his muscles, and White relaxed under her touch, his eyes closing. “That feels amazing, love, thank you,” he murmured, fully enjoy the sensation. Her fingers accidentally brushed across his broad shoulders, feeling the tense muscles beneath the surface. On impulse, she began to massage them, her hands applying gentle pressure to ease the tightness there. White, caught off guard by the sudden change, let out a low growl, more from the unexpected relief than anything else. Red paused, her hands still on his shoulders, and she couldn’t help but smile at his reaction. “You like that, White?” she asked, a playful lilt in her voice. White turned his head to look at her, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and something more intense. “Yeah, that feels really good,” he affirmed, his voice a smooth, deep purr that matched the growl from before. “You’ve got magic hands, darling.” Hearing him growl like that sent a shiver down Red’s spine. She leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke directly into his ear, “I love it when you make that sound.” Her breath tickled his skin, sending a jolt of warmth through his body.
Reacting almost instinctively, his movement was swift and unguarded. He grasped her arm with a surprising firmness, his grip rough as he pulled her into the bathtub, the action far more abrupt than he intended.The water splashed high around them, momentarily engulfing them in a curtain of droplets. Red surfaced, her expression a mix of shock and confusion. “White! Why did you do that?” she exclaimed, the adrenaline from the sudden plunge lighting up her eyes. “Because I can,” he said with a low growl. He wrapped his arms around her, steadying her against him in the warm water. “And because I wanted you closer,” he added. Red, still processing, blinked away the droplets clinging to her eyelashes. “You could have just asked, you know,” she replied, her tone feigning annoyance but her eyes twinkling with amusement. She pushed at his chest lightly, maintaining a playful distance even as she allowed his arms to remain around her. “I know,” White admitted, his smirk broadening. “But where’s the fun in that? I figured a little surprise would make our evening more interesting.” His fingers traced gentle patterns on her back. “You’re impossible,” she said affectionately, finally settling into the warmth of the bath and his embrace. “But I suppose that’s part of your charm.”
“That’s right,” White agreed. “You love me for my surprises.” He leaned in, his nose brushing against hers in a tender eskimo kiss, softening his teasing demeanor with a more sincere gesture of affection. “Maybe,” Red said, her voice softening. She leaned into his touch, her earlier surprise now replaced by a familiar warmth. “But… a little warning would be nice.”
“I’ll consider it,” White murmured, as he kissed her forehead gently.
As he pulled back slightly, still holding her close, the warmth in his eyes made Red’s heart skip a beat, pushing her past her usual shyness. She reached up, her fingers brushing against his cheek, and then she leaned in to kiss him. Red’s soft kiss sparked a fire in White, and his response was immediate and commanding. He gripped her tighter, pulling her body flush against his. His kiss deepened, leaving no room for doubt about his desire or control. When they finally broke for air, his voice was low and firm, a seductive edge coloring each word. “You taste like you’re mine,” White said firmly, locking eyes with her. “And I’ve missed this; missed you; more than you know.” His fingertips traced up her spine, sending shivers across her skin as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. “We’re going to take this slow… and you’re going to remember just who you belong to, darling,” he growled, his breath hot against her ear. His hands moved confidently to the hem of Red’s soaked sweater. With a firm pull, he lifted it over her head, the fabric sticking slightly due to its dampness. As he tossed the sweater aside, he noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. A smug smile played on his lips as he made an approving, teasing comment. “Seems like someone was already planning for this.” Caught a bit off guard by his observation and the sudden exposure, Red instinctively crossed her arms over her chest. White’s gaze softened, seeing the sudden vulnerability flash across Red’s face. His teasing demeanor faded, replaced by a tender, reassuring presence, as he remembered her past traumas and the need for reassurance. He reached out, gently guiding her arms away from her chest and holding her hands in his. “Hey, look at me, love,” White said gently. His voice was soft yet compelling, to draw her back from the brink of any unpleasant memories that might haunt her. “It’s just us here. No one can hurt you. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. I've got you. I'll never let you fall.” Red’s eyes locked onto White’s, his thumbs brushed soothingly against her hands, wiping away the shadow of any fear. “You’re safe with me, love. I want this to be good for you,” he continued, his voice a soothing balm. Red couldn’t help but laugh softly at his sudden change, finding his protective concern endearing and a bit amusing given their situation. “I’m fine, really,” she said with a shy smile, “I want this, just… a bit nervous, that’s all.” White leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a kiss filled with all the love and tenderness he felt for her. It was slow, deliberate, a contrast to the intense passion of before, meant to reassure and comfort. As he deepened the kiss, he poured every ounce of his affection into it, hoping to chase away the shadows of her past and replace them with a sense of security and pleasure. Breaking the kiss gently, he kept his forehead pressed against hers, his breath mingling with hers, his eyes never leaving hers. “Let’s just focus on this moment,” he whispered. “On us, here and now. Let everything else fade away, okay?”
“White, I… I really want this,” she admitted, her eyes locked on his. “The first time with you was so beautiful, and I’ve thought about it a lot. I wanna experience that with you again. But….” White’s expression softened further, touched by her openness and the trust she placed in him. But he also caught the hesitation in her voice instantly. The way her sentence trailed off, the way her gaze shifted slightly to the side, thoughtful, uncertain. It was unlike her. Normally, when she worked up the courage to speak about something so personal, she followed through; but this time, she hesitated. “That means everything to me, love,” he replied warmly, breaking the silence and squeezing her hands gently to affirm his commitment. “Nothing is more important to me than making you feel safe and cherished. We’ll go at whatever pace you need, for as long as you need.” As Red smiled, her eyes flickered with an unreadable emotion, that hinted at unsaid thoughts. White caught that in her gaze, his keen observation picking up on the slightest hesitation. “But…?” White echoed softly, tilting his head slightly as he studied her face. He waited for her to continue, but she didn’t. Instead, Red bit her lower lip, her fingers subtly tightening around his, but still, she didn’t speak. White could tell there was something on her mind, something important. His thumb brushed over the back of her hand in slow, reassuring circles. “You know you can tell me anything, right?” His voice was gentle but firm, guiding. “If something’s on your mind, love, if there’s something you’re worried about, or something you want but aren’t sure how to ask for… I wanna hear it.” Red exhaled softly, still looking away. White gave her the space to collect her thoughts, though his curiosity was now fully piqued. His dominant nature urged him to push her, to demand an answer, but he knew her well enough to wait. To be patient. Finally, he squeezed her hand harder, leaning in just a little. “What did you mean, love?” he murmured, his voice dipping lower, his tone coaxing. “You wanna experience it again, but… what? Tell me. Please.” Red’s appreciation for his care was palpable, yet a part of her yearned for more; a glimpse of the intensity she knew he often tempered just for her. Drawing a deep breath for courage, she looked up at him earnestly. “White, I love how careful you are with me,” Red began, her voice tinged with a shyness. “But I trust you… more than anyone. You don’t always have to hold back so much. Last time, I felt you were constantly checking in… I wanna feel the real you, just a bit more.”
White’s reaction was immediate; a hearty laugh that filled the room. He looked down at her, his expression one of amused affection. “All of me, you say?” he chuckled. “Babe, if I were to truly let go, I’m afraid you’d be overwhelmed. You’d be screaming so loud, we might wake the nearest planets; or worse, you might not survive the ordeal.” Red blushed deeply, her eyes wide as his words painted a thrilling, if slightly alarming, picture. “Maybe not that extreme,” she murmured. “Middle ground?” he growled lowly, the sound rumbling deep in his chest, a hint of his true nature peeking through. Red swallowed, her breath hitching at the weight of his words. Slowly, she nodded. “Middle ground… maybe even a little more,” she admitted in a whisper.
For a moment, the air felt thick, charged with something dangerous yet intoxicating. Then, a deep growl rumbled through his chest, vibrating against her as he exhaled sharply. His cock twitched beneath the water, the simple admission from her sending a jolt of possessive desire straight through him. His grip on her tightened slightly, his fingertips pressing into her waist as he pulled her just a little closer. “A little more?” he repeated, his voice a low purr. Red’s blush deepened, her body betraying her nervousness and excitement all at once. She nodded again, but before she could utter another word, White’s hand slid up her spine, fingers threading into her damp hair as he tilted her head back just enough to make her look him in the eyes. “Careful, darling,” he murmured, his lips barely brushing against hers. “You have no fucking idea what you’re asking for.” White watched her closely, every little reaction, every shift in her expression. He needed to be sure. Needed to see just how much she meant what she said. White’s fingers slid deeper into her damp hair, tightening his grip at the back of her head. Firm, unyielding. He tilted her head back just enough to expose her throat, to make her feel the weight of his control without crushing it. Red gasped softly, her breath hitching, her body instinctively tensing for a moment before she realized; she wasn’t scared. The pressure, the way he held her, it wasn’t a threat. It was a test. One she had no intention of failing. Her cheeks darkened, a deep blush spreading across her face as she swallowed hard, her pulse quickening under his touch. Then, a sound; small, delicate, but unmistakable. A whimper. Soft, high-pitched, slipping past her lips before she could stop it.
White stilled.
After a moment of silence, she lifted her gaze to meet White’s. “I want you,” she whispered, her words soft but clear. “I trust you, White. Please, I wanna be yours, completely.” His grip on her hair tightened just slightly, pulling her head back a fraction more. Her lips parted in surprise, another breathless whimper escaping, but she didn’t resist. She only flushed deeper, her fingers twitching against his chest as if holding onto something solid, something grounding. White’s smirk deepened, satisfaction curling in his gut like fire licking at dry wood.
Perfect.
He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, his voice a deep, husky whisper that sent a delicious shiver down her spine. “Just so we’re clear, I’m holding back less this time,” he whispered. “And if I do let go, you might just find out how loud you can really scream, babe...” Red’s eyes widened slightly, her pulse quickening not just from his words. She knew he was playing into her challenge. His presence was enveloping, his control absolute, and in that moment, she realized just how much she desired this side of him; the unbridled part he’d kept in check. “I’ll hold you to that,” Red managed to reply, her voice a mix of excitement and mock warning. White chuckled, a sound full of dark promise. Slowly, deliberately, he loosened his grip, his fingers untangling from her damp hair. His hand didn’t leave her, though. Instead, his touch softened, his fingertips gliding down the back of her neck in slow, soothing strokes. A contrast. From firm dominance to gentle reassurance. A silent reminder that no matter how far he pushed, he would always be the one to bring her back. Red exhaled shakily, her lashes fluttering as she leaned into the touch instinctively, her body following his lead like it always did. White smirked, his thumb brushing lazily over the sensitive skin at the base of her neck. “Good girl,” he murmured. With the air cleared, White’s hands gently cradled Red’s small yet voluptuous breasts, his thumbs delicately massaging them. The tender motion elicited a soft moan from Red, her body responding to his touch. Hearing her moan, White’s eyes flickered with a mixture of pride and desire. “I need you to stand up,” he commanded softly, his voice firm. “Take off your pants for me, love.” Red nodded, a surge of excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness passing through her as she complied. She slowly stood up in the bath, water cascading down her body, tracing the contours of her figure as it fell away. The sight was mesmerizing, and White watched intently, his gaze appreciative and intense. With a deep breath, Red reached for the waistband of her tight leggings, peeling them off her damp skin. The leggings clung stubbornly, but she managed to push them down and step out of them. As she stood before him, exposed and beautiful, the steam from the bath casting a soft glow around her, White couldn’t help but admire her. “Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice a low growl that vibrated with raw admiration.
White’s eyes followed the contours of Red’s legs, his gaze intense as he reached out to trace his fingers along the smooth skin of her calf, feeling the warmth and the softness that tempted his primal instincts. There was a part of him, raw and untamed, that wanted to claim her utterly, to taste and consume the very essence of her. Yet, he tempered his desires with control. He slid his hands up her legs, the muscles of her thighs firm yet yielding under his touch. His fingers danced closer to the edge of her panties, pausing just as he made contact with the fabric. He locked eyes with her, his look predatory. “These need to come off too,” he commanded. Red hesitated, a visible swallow moving through her throat as she met his demanding gaze. She reached with trembling fingers to the sides of her underwear. With each downward tug, White’s breath sharpened, his primal senses heightened. “Good girl,” he praised softly, his voice a husky whisper that sent shivers down her spine. “You’re doing so well for me, love.” The moment the fabric slipped past her thighs and freed her, an intoxicating mix of sweet and fruity filled the air; like a potent drug that spiked his desire. Before Red could cast her panties aside, White’s reflexes kicked in. He reached out, snatching the fabric from her grasp with quick precision. Bringing it to his face, he inhaled deeply, indulging in her unique scent. Red’s cheeks flamed a deeper shade, her eyes widening in surprise. “Why… why did you do that?” she stammered. Lowering the panties, White locked eyes with her, hers. “You should know how much you affect me, darling,” he said, his voice low. “Every part of you calls to me, demands my attention. I can’t resist, and frankly, I don’t want to.” Holding the soaked panties in his hand for a moment longer than necessary, he then tossed them aside with a swift, deliberate movement. They landed somewhere in the corner of the bathroom, forgotten.
As White’s gaze drifted down, he caught sight of his own arousal, hard and insistent. With a dark chuckle, he allowed himself a brief moment, his hand wrapping around his length, giving it a firm, quick stroke. “Look at what you do to me,” White growled, as he briefly jerked himself. “This… this is all for you.” Red swallowed hard, her body reacting instinctively to his dominance. “I… White, I…” But then, with a breath, he regained his composure. He released himself, his hand returning to the task at hand. “Shh,” White interrupted, a slight smirk playing on his lips. He extended his hand to her, guiding her back into the water with him. “No more words. Let your body speak for you.” He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “I want to hear you moan, not talk. Understand?” Red nodded, her breath hitching. With a firm but gentle motion, he reached, his hand cradling the back of her neck, drawing her in close. His lips met hers in a deep kiss.
Red leaned into him, her hands pressing against his chest for support as she responded to his intensity. A soft whimper escaped her lips when White deepened the kiss further, his alien tongue exploring her mouth. Red instinctively pulled back slightly, a natural reaction to the overwhelming sensation of his longe alien tongue. But White’s hand was firm at the back of her neck, holding her securely in place, not allowing her to retreat far. Despite the initial urge to pull away, Red found herself melting into the kiss again. His tongue continued its deep exploration, skillfully maneuvering within her mouth. Her movements were slight, her body reacting with a mix of desire and the basic need to breathe. She whimpered into the kiss again, her sounds muffled against his dominating mouth. Slowly, he retracted his tongue, the motion deliberate, leaving her breathing in short, whispered gasps against his lips. “You’re so responsive,” White murmured, his voice low and filled with approval. His breath was hot against her cheek. “I love how you surrender to me.” Red, caught up in the intensity of his affection and the assertive way he handled her, managed a breathy reply, “White… I can’t-”
“Shh,” he cut her off gently, his tone still dominant but coated with care. “Just feel. I’ve got you.” The brief pause allowed her just enough time to catch her breath before his lips descended on hers once more. This time, the kiss was urgent, claiming, as if he was making up for the momentary break. He continued the kiss for a moment longer, savoring her whimpers and the flutter of her heartbeat against his chest. Then, sensing her growing discomfort, he finally allowed the kiss to break. His tongue retracted slowly, sinuously, dragging along her tongue and lips as he pulled back, creating a string of connection that only broke when he fully parted from her. Red gasped for air the moment their mouths separated, her breaths coming in rapid, shallow bursts. Her eyes were wide, her lips parted and slightly swollen from the intensity of the kiss. She looked up at White, her chest heaving as she tried to regain her composure. White watched her reactions with a mixture of satisfaction and a faint, smug smile playing on his lips. “Needed that, didn’t you?” he chuckled. His thumb gently caressed the sensitive skin at the back of her neck where he had held her, soothing the area he had gripped so tightly. “Tell me you like this,” he commanded softly, pulling back to look into her eyes, searching for her consent and pleasure. “I love it,” Red confessed, her voice a whisper of admission that pleased him. “Please, don’t stop.” White’s smile was both triumphant and tender. “Never,” he assured her, his lips crashing against hers once more in a brutal long kiss. “You’re incredible,” he murmured against her lips, after a while, his voice a husky whisper that contrasted sharply with the tone he had used earlier. Red, now regaining her composure, looked up at him. “White, that was…” she started, struggling to find the right words. “I know,” White interjected softly, his smirk returning as he sensed her overwhelmed state. “And there’s more where that came from.” His words were a promise.
His strong arms encircled Red, pulling her up against his body, her head finding a natural resting place on his shoulder. The warmth of her breath against his skin sent a shiver down his spine, prompting a low, satisfied growl from deep within his chest. She began to plant soft, affectionate kisses along his jawline and down to his throat. White’s thoughts darkened with desire as he felt her soft kisses against his neck. His hand wandered down to her lower back and then further to her curves, his fingers digging into her flesh, kneading her ass with a possessive grip. The sensation of his strong hand on her made Red shiver, her breaths becoming shallow as her body reacted to his touch. “I love how soft you are here,” White whispered, his fingers kneading into the plush softness of her ass. “Every inch of you was made for me to touch, to claim. You’re mine to enjoy, remember that.” White’s fingers drifted from her behind down to the more intimate spaces between her thighs, his touch slowed, becoming teasingly gentle as he traced the outline of her entrance. He watched her closely, gauging her reactions and savoring the sight of her growing arousal. Red’s breath caught in her throat. “White, please,” her voice a desperate whisper. “Don’t tease… I need you to-”
“Need me to what, babe?” White interrupted, his voice low and commanding, drawing out her request as his finger paused at her entrance, not moving further. He wanted to hear her say it, to admit her desires aloud. Red’s eyes met his, her gaze fiery and determined despite. “Finger me,” she said clearly, the words a surrender to her desires, giving him the permission he sought to take control fully. A satisfied smirk spread across White’s face at her directness. “As you wish,” he responded. He slid his finger deep, setting a rhythm that matched the urgency in her voice. Red gasped, the sensation of him entering her caused her breath to hitch. Her kisses on his neck paused as a moan escaped her lips, vibrating softly against his skin. He slowly increasing the pace. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, his free hand moving to stroke her hair back from her face. “So open, so mine.” Red clung tighter to him, as he began to move his finger in slow, deliberate circles. White’s eyes darkened with intent as he sensed Red’s body reacting to just one finger. The smirk on his lips grew wider, and without breaking eye contact, he slowly slid a second finger inside her. The added thickness made her body tighten around him, a sharp intake of breath and a soft whimper escaping her lips as she adjusted to the fuller sensation. “Easy,” he murmured, pausing to let her acclimate. His fingers were still inside her, unmoving, as he watched her face for any sign of discomfort or pleasure. The tension in her body was palpable, but so was the growing need.
After a moment, feeling her relax slightly, White gently began to spread his fingers, stretching her from the inside in a slow, deliberate motion. Her body yielded to the pressure, her initial resistance melted into a deeper moan of surrender. Encouraged by her response, White began to move his fingers in a slow, circling motion, brushing against her sensitive walls. “Just like that,” he coaxed. “Let me feel you loosen up around me.” As Red’s moans grew louder and her body more responsive, White gradually increased the pace of his fingers, driving them deeper with each thrust. The sound of her pleasure filled the room. Each whimper and cry that slipped from her lips only spurred him on. “Now, let’s see how much more you can take,” White whispered, a predatory glint in his eyes as he prepared to push her boundaries even further.
With a firm, guiding hand, he gently turned Red around, adjusted their positions in the bath. The water around them rippled, carrying the floating herbs and flower petals in gentle swirling patterns that caressed their skin. Red found herself pressed back against White’s muscular chest, a wall of warmth behind her. This new position allowed him closer access, and he wasted no time taking advantage of it. His one hand remained focused on her, fingers moving faster inside her, while his other hand drifted down to her front, finding her clitoris and beginning to massage it with expert, rhythmic motions. The dual stimulation overwhelmed Red, and she leaned back into him, her head tilting back against his shoulder, exposing her neck. White bent his head, placing soft, hot kisses along her sensitive skin, each touch intensifying her sensations and drawing soft gasps and moans from her lips. Red found herself overwhelmed by the sensations. “It feels so good,” she moaned. “But it’s almost too much… it’s so different from anything I’ve felt before.” White smiled at her words, a warm, genuine expression that softened his typically dominant demeanor. “I know, love,” he whispered against her ear, his breath hot against her damp skin. “It’s new for you, feeling pleasure like this without any pain or fear. It’s okay to let yourself enjoy it, to let go of those old fears.” His kisses continued, each one a soft contrast to the firmness of his touch, reassuring her that she was safe with him, that this experience was worlds away from the painful past she had endured. His hands, skilled and knowing, adapted to her reactions, ensuring she felt nothing but pleasure. “You’re doing so well,” he encouraged, his voice a soothing rumble against the backdrop of soft water sounds. “Let me show you how good it can be, how it should always have been.”
Gently, but with deliberate intent, White curled his fingers inside her, directly targeting her G-spot. He pressed firmly and rapidly, catching Red off guard with the intensity of the stimulation. Instantly, Red’s body tensed, her breath catching in her throat as a wave of pleasure overwhelmed her. Her back arched into him, pressing her further into his embrace, her head falling back over his shoulder. Her eyes rolled back as she released a deep, resonant moan. “White!” she cried out. Her hands instinctively clutched at his arm, fingers gripping tightly as she rode the waves of pleasure that cascaded through her. Each movement of White’s fingers was precise and purposeful. “Feel that, my love?” White’s voice was deep in her ear. “That’s only the beginning. I want to hear you, don’t hold back. Let it all out.” Red’s hands reached up to grasp at White’s wet hair, pulling him closer, needing his solidity to anchor her as waves of pleasure started to crash over her. Her breathing became ragged, her body beginning to tremble with the intensity of her approaching climax. “You’re so close,” White murmured, feeling her body’s responses under his hands. He increased the pressure, quickening the pace even more, determined to draw out every moan, every whimper that he loved to hear.
With White’s encouragement and touch, Red was pushed over the brink, her body arching against him in a powerful climax that left her breathless and clinging to him, the sensations swirling through her became nearly overwhelming. White, sensing the deep shudders that ran through her body, didn’t relent. Instead, he maintained his movements, his fingers continuing to drive her forward, past one peak and aiming for another. White leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. “That’s my good girl, you’re doing so well for me,” he praised in a low, dominant tone, his words punctuated with a firm, rhythmic movement of his fingers. Red felt as if she was floating and burning at the same time, the intensity of his actions drawing out screams of pleasure. “We’re not done yet, are we?” White murmured. “I haven’t had enough of you yet. You’re going to cum for me again.” As his fingers continued their relentless dance inside her, his other hand moved to cup her chin, gently turning her face towards him. “Look at me. I wanna see every moment you lose yourself to the pleasure.” Red’s eyes, clouded with rising pleasure, met his. “White, it’s becoming too much…” she gasped, the sensations teetering on the edge of overwhelming. White responded firmly, his grip tightening. “It’s never too much. You can handle this. Let it happen, darling, just let go.” His words were like a command, and he increased the pressure, his fingers pressing in a rhythmic, relentless pattern that edged her closer.
Feeling another wave of climax building, Red’s instincts kicked in. She reached for his arm, her hands desperate, trying to push him away as the sensation bordered on unbearable. But her attempts were weak against the iron strength. Her body betrayed her, craving the overwhelming pleasure even as she tried to escape it. “White, please,” she gasped. White only tightened his grip, holding her firmly in place. “No. You’re not pushing me away,” he said, his voice a commanding growl. “You’re going to take this. You’re going to take all of it.” Red whimpered, her body tensing as she felt the relentless approach of her second climax. Her eyes were wide, her breaths shallow and quick, as the wave crashed over her, breaking against the shores of her resistance. “Scream for me,” White demanded, his tone brooking no argument. His fingers quickened, pressing more insistently, more deeply. “Show me how much you can handle.” His fingers, which had been pressing deeply inside her, quickened their pace and curling to press firmly against her G-spot again. Simultaneously, his other hand traced a deliberate path down from her chin, over the soft curve of her neck, and across her chest. Reaching her breasts, he grasped them firmly, massaging the tender flesh and squeezing slightly. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, teasing them into hardened peaks.
Unable to hold back, Red’s voice shattered the quiet with a piercing scream, her body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through her. Her entire body shook, tremors of pleasure mixed with the intensity of her emotional release. Even in the midst of her overwhelming climax, Red continued to push against White’s arm, a futile but instinctive reaction to the intensity. But White was unyielding. Even as her screams filled the air, he didn’t stop. Instead, he continued, pushing her further, past her limits. Her body twitched and squirmed under the overwhelming sensation, White’s fingers relentlessly targeted her G-spot, pressing harder and moving faster. His other hand gripped her firmly to steady her as she convulsed under the intense pleasure. “Keep going, love. You can take it,” White urged, his voice firm yet encouraging, as her screams echoed through the room. “Let it all out,” he continued, his tone both commanding and reassuring. Tears welled up in Red’s eyes, not from pain, but from the raw intensity of her experience. The tears streamed down her cheeks. White watched her face, his gaze intense and focused. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he murmured, almost reverently. “So vulnerable. I’ve got you, love. I’m right here.”
His words were a lifeline, a reminder that he was both the cause and the keeper of her sensations. As her cries subsided into soft whimpers, White finally eased his touch, allowing the waves of her climax to slowly ebb away. He held her gently now, his hands soothing as they traced gentle patterns over her skin, helping her catch her breath, grounding her as she floated back from the heights he had driven her to. “Shh, it’s alright,” White whispered. “You did beautifully, love.” Red leaned into his embrace, exhausted and spent, yet enveloped in a sense of safety and care.
White, observing her closely with a mixture of concern and admiration, couldn’t resist a teasing comment, his voice gentle yet playful. “Maybe I should hold back a bit next time,” he murmured, watching her reactions to gauge if he had indeed pushed her too far. Red’s response was immediate, a soft whimper escaping her as she shook her head faintly, her voice breaking through her tears. “No, don’t,” she managed to say, her words laced with intensity. “Please, don’t hold back with me.” White allowed a faint smile to play on his lips. Inside, a darker, more sadistic side of him stirred, amused by the situation. He hadn’t even come close to truly letting go, but he kept that part of himself hidden, masked by a gentle demeanor. “I gave you everything,” he murmured, the lie slipping easily off his tongue. Internally, he was almost laughing.
He leaned down to kiss her gently on the neck, his lips brushing against her skin soothingly. Red had a nagging feeling that he was still holding something back, a deeper, wilder part of him that hadn’t fully surfaced. Despite this, she chose to play along with his pretense, returning his affection with a tender smile, while silently wondering about the depths of the man she loved. “You were incredible, love,” he whispered, his tone filled with deep affection and awe. “So brave and beautiful. I’ve never admired you more.” His words seemed to calm her, and Red leaned into his embrace, her tears slowly subsiding as she absorbed the warmth of his praise and the reassurance of his touch. “You took everything I gave and asked for more,” White continued, his voice a soft growl. “That’s not just brave, it’s downright sexy.” Red turned to face White, the movement causing the flowers and herbs in the warm bath to swirl gently around them. She placed her hand softly on his cheek, looking deeply into his eyes. As she did, White gently grasped her hand, pressing it against his cheek.
“How was it for you, love?” White asked, his voice a soft murmur, filled with genuine concern and curiosity. “Did it… did you enjoy it?” His eyes searched hers for truth “It was… overwhelming,” she murmured, her voice hesitant as she searched for the right words. “I didn’t realize I could feel so much…” She paused, her fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw as she gathered her courage. “It scared me,” she confessed. “Not because it hurt, but because it was so powerful. Feeling that much pleasure, it was almost too much.” Her cheeks flushed with a soft pink, her shyness making her words even more endearing. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his skin. “But I felt safe because it was with you,” she added quietly. White’s eyes softened as he listened to Red, he cupped her face gently with his hand, his thumb brushing against her cheek in a soothing motion. “You’re doing incredibly well, love, and I’m so proud of how much you’re opening up to me.”
As he continued to stroke her cheek gently, Red tilted her head slightly, pressing a tender kiss to his palm. “I love you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the gentle lapping of the water around them. White’s response was immediate and warm. He pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly. His hand moved to the back of her head, fingers threading through her damp hair with a gentle touch, soothing her with each stroke. He leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. “I love you too, more than anything,” he murmured. White’s kisses were soft against Red’s forehead, her temples, and occasionally, her lips, each one a whisper of affection and reassurance. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear, each word sinking into her heart, affirming the safety and love she felt in his arms. Red, nestled against him, she sighed contentedly, turning slightly to press her nose into his neck, breathing in his familiar scent.
“I’m here,” White said. “Just like this, always,” he whispered as floating petals brushed against their skin. Red smiled softly, her eyes closed in contentment, fully trusting and completely loved.
