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Exes and Ohs

Despite the six hundred miles Milli had driven to get to Jared’s front door, her hand was shaking too much to knock. She had thought about what she’d say nonstop while driving, but now she couldn’t think of a single thing that could make her sudden reappearance alright.

What if Jared had moved on? What if he was living with someone else? What if he had a wife and a kid? Christ, it had been five years. How could she think that she could just show up at his house, he’d forgive her for leaving, and they could start over?

Milli turned from his door and fled to her old Corolla.

The glass security door clicked open.

“Did you come back just to run away again?”

Jared’s voice was steady and deep. He’d always been the unshakable pillar in their relationship. She took a deep breath and faced him. He looked the same, give or take a few years around his eyes. He was still sporting his long, dark hair, which had always been longer than hers; and his scraggly, short beard that she’d regularly nagged him to shave. His broad, muscular shoulders cut deep ridges through his Henley shirt.

Milli moved halfway up the walkway. But like a guard at the city wall, Jared didn’t budge from his spot.

“Jared, I—”

Jared’s eyes swept over Milli’s scruffy t-shirt and denim shorts. She should’ve changed into something more appealing, but she was afraid she’d lose her nerve if she pulled over.

“What are you doing here?” Jared asked.

“Can I come in?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Are you alone?”

“Goddamnit, Milli. Don’t do this to me again.”

“I’m sorry. This was a bad idea. Forget I was ever here.”

Milli sprinted toward her car.

Jared’s hand slipped around her bicep as she opened the car door. The second he touched her, her chest heaved, and a godawful sound that revealed just how nervous she was slipped out.

She yanked away, but Jared wouldn’t let her go. He pulled her to his chest, wrapping his arms around her body, and held her so tight that her fears began to quiet.

“I guess it’s time we had this conversation,” Jared said.

“What conversation?”

“The one you’ve been avoiding for over five years.”

“I can explain.”

Jared stepped back and turned her to face him.

“Talking never got us anywhere, Milli, so how about this. How about we each make one statement, no questions, no rebuttals, no long-ass conversations to nowhere.”

She nodded.

“I’ll start,” Jared said. “I won’t passively sit around waiting for you to decide what you want. I won’t hide my desires from you because I’m afraid you’ll leave me again. If you walk inside that house with me, I’m going to dominate you, and you’re going to submit to my will.”

Milli blushed. There it was, right out in the open. The thing he’d asked from her, the thing she’d run away from until she couldn’t run anymore. He was everything she’d ever wanted in a man, except for this one thing. Milli hadn’t understood it when Jared had brought it up. Milli was strong and independent and opinionated and stubborn as a billy goat. He even called her Milli Billy endearingly, so she couldn’t understand why Jared would want to stifle all those parts of her that she was so proud of.

When Jared first told her about his desire to dominate her, she’d rebuffed him. She wasn’t going to play some 1950s housewife in the bedroom. She wasn’t going to get on her knees and… Fuck. She’d changed. Or rather, she’d finally become brave enough to admit to herself what Jared had known all along. Submission had nothing to do with weakness. The stronger she was, the more appealing she was to a Dominant like Jared. If only she’d understood then what she understood now.

Milli opened her mouth to speak.

Jared stepped closer to her, right between her legs.

“No questions, no rebuttals, no long-ass conversations to nowhere. You know exactly what I want from you, Milli. The question is, do you want it too?”

Milli looked at her feet and chewed on the inside of her cheek.

“Well, I’m here, aren’t I?”

“You’re a little late.”

Milli couldn’t organize her thoughts. All the passionately scripted speeches that she’d prepared on the drive over disappeared like dust in the wind.

She looked at her feet, “I know what I did was wrong. I was scared, Jared.”

“Of me?”

She shook her head.

“Of myself. You saw who I was before I could even admit it to myself. And that terrified me. I’ve spent the last five years trying to quit wanting you, but it’s not working. I want to give us another chance ... on your terms.”

“On my terms?”

She nodded.

He sighed.

“I’m not going to tell you if you should stay or go, but if you come inside, you’re not leaving until I’m done with you. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“I do. Jared, please forgive me. I understand now. I see what you saw.”

“I don’t want to hear it. If you want to apologize, I’ll take it from your body. Your body was always more honest than your mouth.”

Jared walked inside. Milli stood on the sidewalk. Her body was on fire. His touch was like a magnet drawing her to him. It always had been. Milli walked up the driveway and opened the glass door.

“Take off your shoes,” he said.

She slipped off her leather sandals.

“It’s not going to be like the other times, Milli.”

“I promise I won’t—”

“I don’t want to hear your promises. I want you to stay still. Don’t do anything. And don’t ask me to change what I’m doing to you. You can leave, you can tell me to stop, but you can’t be in charge.”

Jared walked to the kitchen. His house had hardly changed. He’d always been clean and tidy except for the worn paperbacks that were scattered around every room. She’d always loved this about him. Those books were his one messy indulgence.

Jared returned with a pair of sharp, fabric scissors and stepped behind her. He slipped the flat of the cold stainless steel under the back of her shirt.


“Don’t speak, Milli, unless you want to go. Do you want to go?”

She shook her head.

“Next time you speak without being directly addressed, I stop, and you leave. Nod if you understand.”

Milli nodded.

Jared cut Milli’s t-shirt along her spine to the top of her bra strap. He turned the scissors horizontal and cut around her torso until everything below her bra was exposed. He was making sure she couldn’t run away again. He was cutting away everything that stood between them: the years, the half-truths, her unspoken fears that had torn them apart.

Jared lightly traced the flat of the blades up her sternum, opening them around the center gore of her bra. He snipped through the material and lightly ran his finger under the indentation along the top of the cups.

“You always wore your bras too tight.”

A little moan crawled up her throat. She tried to swallow it down, but he’d heard it. She saw the tiny smirk at the corner of his lips. Jared slipped his shirt over his head. God, he was even more in shape than he’d been when she left. He stepped closer, his hot breath rippling down her neck. He pulled back the cups of her bra as he stepped against her. His skin brushed against her breasts as he bound her arms behind her back, tying the cups of the bra above her elbows.

Milli pulled back her shoulders, trying to discreetly increase their skin contact.

“Your nipples were always desperate for attention.”

She blushed as he took one step back and stared at those stiff peaks.

“Are you afraid of what I’ll want from you?” Jared asked.

“I only want to please you.”

“Pretty words. Who taught you to speak that way?”

She stayed quiet, not wanting to tell him about the others, the Masters she’d played with on her journey back to him.

“I see. Turn around for me slowly, Milli.”

She slowly turned as he inspected every inch of her as though he could see signs of the others on the surface of her skin. But she’d never let any of the others mark her. It wasn’t their right. She didn’t belong to them. She belonged to Jared. She’d always known it, even before she could admit it to herself. She blushed at his close inspection.

Jared kneeled down and planted a tender kiss on her belly.

“Once more,” he said, gently guiding her hips.

As Milli turned, he circled his beard across her center, leaving behind beard burns instead of kisses. He was leaving his mark on her, and she wanted more. She used to hate the feeling of his beard prickling against her skin. She’d never known it could feel so personal, so intimate. Those tender spots now felt like the first step toward forgiveness.

“What if what pleases me doesn’t please you?” he said.

Milli stayed quiet, letting his question sink in. That had been the crux of her fear. After realizing that she was submissive, Jared had become the ideal Dom in her mind. But she didn’t truly know who he was as a Dominant. She knew who he was within the confines of a vanilla relationship. She couldn’t know if they’d be compatible on this level.

He stopped in front of her again. She eyed the bulge in his pants.

“This is what you need to know, Milli Billy. Everything I do is for your pleasure. That’s my job as your Dominant, to worry about your pleasure.”

Your Dominant, the words echoed in her mind, filling the crater-sized hole that had formed the day she walked away. She choked back tears.

Jared ran his hands through her hair and tugged a bobby pin loose.

“Even the things that hurt are for your pleasure,” he said.

Jared pinched open the bobby pin and slid it down her nipple, releasing it with a snap.

“Fuck,” Milli squealed.

Milli struggled against her bound arms to attend to the pain. Jared grabbed Milli’s shoulders, steadying her urge to fight against the pain with his attentive gaze. She paused.

“No talking out of turn. This is your final warning.”

The pain dulled and he ran his tongue over her aroused nipple, flooding her entire chest with heat before pinching the ends of the bobby pin, sending shots of pain back to that tender point. Milli whimpered but as Jared held pressure there, she could see his arousal building. There was a fire there that she’d only ever seen a glimpse of. She moaned into his painful grip. The tiniest glimpse of playfulness danced across her face, intensifying her pleasure threefold.

“Now you understand,” Jared said.

He released his pinching grip and covered her breast with his mouth, sucking and nipping at the skin around the bobby pin until she was angling her hips forward, begging for him to take her further.

Jared turned her toward the door, which was still open. She tensed at the precariousness of her exposed position.

“Uncomfortable yet?” he asked.

She nodded. He didn’t want her to have any illusions that she was in control. He was testing her. He pushed her toward the door until her breasts were pressed against the glass. The warm glass sent heat flowing down her body, straight to her sex.

Jared stepped behind her, unzipped his pants, and slid her hand to his erection.

“Do you remember how I like it?”

She nodded and ran her finger under his glans, playing with his head before taking him in long, slow strokes. His moan set her pace.

He slid his hand over her shorts, rubbing her labia. She squirmed and twisted, trying to get him at just the right angle to pull her to climax, but he wouldn’t allow it. He punished her little rebellion by holding her hips immobile, refusing to give her release. He pumped his cock into her hands. Milli had fantasized about his first release as her Dominant for so long, she was desperate to see it. She tried to look over her shoulder, but he turned her head toward the door. He was going to come. She could feel it.

“Please,” Milli begged.

He moaned, “I like that word on your lips, Milli Billy, so I’ll forgive you for speaking out of turn this one time.”

Milli spotted an old couple walking down the street with a small dog. She tensed.

“This is what I want, Milli. To show you off to everyone. To let them see how wet I make you, how hard you make me come. Do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about taking you against this door?”

Jared turned her to face him. He leaned her shoulders against the glass door and slid her legs wide. Milli gripped the door with her fingers for support.

“Tell me you want it,” Jared said, grabbing his cock and stepping between her legs.

God, it was everything she’d remembered and more. She wanted his cock everywhere. She wanted his come everywhere.

“I want it,” Milli said. “Please.”

She tilted her hips higher. Jared pumped hard and fast into his fist.

“Tell me it turns you on,” Jared said.

“I am so wet for you right now.”

He slid one hand under her hips, angling his cock just above her shorts. Milli flexed her heels, brushing against the head of his cock as he spilled over the fly of her shorts. Her eyes glazed over as she panted for more.

“Stay,” Jared said, stepping away to retrieve the scissors again.

Milli stared at her shorts. She had never been so aroused. She looked at Jared with desperation.

“What is it?”

“I’m so close, please, I need to finish.”

Jared kneeled in front of her and slid the scissors up her inner thigh.

“What you need is for me to decide, Milli.”

Jared cut her shorts along the inseam, effectively turning them into a skirt. He slid the denim up her waist, turning it inside out over her breasts. The jean material caught on the bobby pin as his come coated her breasts. Her sex fluttered even before he touched her. Milli moaned.

Jared stared at her soaked cotton panties.

“Christ, look at you.”

Milli groaned.

“I said look, Milli. I won’t have you ever doubt that this turns you on.”

Milli looked at him, at herself, but it was too much stimulation. She couldn’t take the visual stimulation on top of the physical stimulation. She was going to come, and she didn’t want to come without his permission.

“Please,” she begged.


“I can’t look, Jared. I’m going to come. It’s too much.”

He smiled and she felt her heart swelling in her chest.

“You will look, Milli, and you won’t come. Understand?”

She whimpered but nodded.

Jared ran his finger through the material, driving her mad with his gentle teasing before sliding the scissors under the crotch of her panties and snipping. He lifted the front panel of her panties, exposing her sex. He slid his fingers between her folds and spread her open.

“I missed your pretty clit, Milli, and the way it tries to dance away from me when it’s overexcited. I’m really going to test you now. Don’t disappoint me.”

He pinched back the hood of her clit and rolled his finger directly against it.

She squirmed and squealed to escape the direct assault, but he wasn’t having it.

“Oh, oh.”

Milli moaned, pawing at the glass door to try to escape her impending orgasm. But right when she was about to lose control, Jared paused, letting her fall from that peak just enough to pull her back higher, and on and on into no-orgasm hell for what seemed to last an hour.

“Fuck, Jared, give it to me. Come on!”

Jared laughed.

“This is funny to you? I’m suffering over here!”

“I knew you couldn’t stay quiet, but you lasted a lot longer than I expected. It’s too bad I’m going to have to punish you later because you’ve pleased me so much today.”

“You tricked me.”

“I coaxed you, it’s not the same thing.”

“Please, Jared, I’m sorry.”

“I bet you are. Or, at least, you will be.”

Milli flushed. Jared stood up and pulled Milli into his arms, flush against his body. Her body was tingling from the top of her head from the tip of her toes. Just his body heat, just his full body contact, set her ablaze. He reached between her legs and circled her clit again. Her knees buckled but he held her up and continued his relentless torture.

Jared slid his cock between her folds, rubbing against her spasming sex.

“Beg me for it, Milli. Beg me to fuck you right in front of the Robinsons.”

He didn’t think she’d be game. He was challenging her again. She wouldn’t let him keep spinning her in his web. So, she challenged him right back.

“You can fuck me against this door, you can fuck me on the lawn, you can fuck me against the Robinsons front door for all I care, just fuck me.”

Jared kicked the door shut and pushed her against it.

“This one’s just for me, Milli Billy.”

He slid his cock to her entrance and thrust inside, giving her his full length at once. Before she could catch her breath, he lifted her legs around his waist and thrust into her again. He rode her until her walls started to convulse around him. Then he stopped.

“Tell me that no one else could make you come like I can.”

“You told me, but I didn’t believe you.”

“That’s not what I told you to say.”

“Jared, no one could make me come like you. No one.”

“Good, then come for me.”

He held himself still inside of her, prompting her to action. She could barely move without the use of her arms. She squeezed hard around his cock, trying to hunt down the convulsions that had just been haunting her, but they wouldn’t return.

“I can’t. Jared, please, help me.”

He wrapped his hands around her waist and slowly bounced her on his length as she started to come unraveled.

“Now, Milli, do it now.”

Her walls convulsed hard at his command. All the tension she’d been holding, all of the fear released with that first orgasm. He cupped her face in the palm of his hand, kissing her tears as they fell.

“This is just the beginning of our conversation. All I want to hear from you for the rest of the night are your little whimpering exhales and your long drawn out ohs. Understand?”

She nodded.

“Now, about your punishment.”


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