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Authors: Rebecca Brochu
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you do. I’ll make you love me and what I can give you.”
Josiah isn’t sure what happens. He only knows that Rafe goes from being still to in motion between one breath and the next. The submissive thrashes like a wild thing, his sudden struggling ripping his arms out of Josiah’s hold. Josiah’s too stunned, still buried too deep in his dominant headspace to dodge the punch that lands on his jaw and sends him staggering back a step.
Anger rips through him instantly, anger at Rafe for disobeying him so blatantly, and anger at himself for being caught off guard. He’s on Rafe then, hands grabbing and holding as he struggles to back the submissive against the wall once again. Rafe doesn’t make it easy. He’s a fighter through and through and he’s obviously spooked. He’s highly trained, clearly comfortable with his body, and knows how to move in a fight, but he’s panicking and Josiah is better. Still it takes the blond man a moment or two to get a handle on him, to get him sandwiched tightly between the wall and his own body like before but without the lust and the passion.
Josiah has one hand wrapped around Rafe’s wrists and the other around the front of his throat in a cruel echo of their earlier passion filled embrace. They’re both breathing heavily and Rafe’s eyes are wide with fear, but Josiah can see the panic laced calculations running behind that entrancing green, even as Rafe holds his now caged in body as straight as possible.
His hand tightens warningly around Rafe’s throat when the younger male shifts slightly as if he’s about to make another escape attempt.
“Submit.” Josiah hisses the word out through clinched teeth as he struggles with his own urges, struggles with the need to immediately see to Rafe’s punishment for acting so out of turn.
He sees the moment when fear turns to full-blown panic, sees the terror overtake the dark-haired sub, so he’s ready for the next round of fear-induced struggling. He rides it out, uses his body weight to keep Rafe pressed against the wall and in place. The fear he sees in the other man’s eyes, the terror that’s only growing instead of fading, helps him to lock down on his own desires, that deep-seated need to show Rafe his place as he realizes slowly that something beyond his understanding is taking place.
He loosens his grip on Rafe, watches as the fear retreats a bit but still not far enough for his liking as he forces his expression to soften, for the anger to drain from his features bit by bit.
“Rafe, I’m not going to hurt you. You know that so explain this to me. Tell me what’s wrong.” He gentles his voice, likes the way Rafe softens a bit at the sound of it and is surprised when the submissive immediately begins to talk.
“Noah used to…he would always…” Rafe can’t seem to find his words, can’t seem to form a coherent sentence.
Josiah releases him slowly and takes a step back until he’s no longer touching Rafe at all. He sees the way it helps the submissive calm down, sees how he’s able to get a better grip on himself. Josiah is equal parts pleased that he has such an effect on the man, that he can unsettle Rafe as much as Rafe unsettles him, but he’s displeased that it’s manifesting in such a negative manner. Rafe takes a deep breath and rubs at his wrists before he continues on, a bit calmer than before but still obviously shaken.
3“Noah’s a two and he doesn’t understand that I, people like me and you, subs and doms of higher tiers need the scene, the byplay more often than he does. That it’s different when you’re a four or even a three. He didn’t feel the need for it that often, didn’t have the same desires and needs that I do. But when he did…when he did it was…horrible.” Rafe shudders and Josiah has to stop himself from reaching out to him, from offering comfort that he knows might not be welcome when Rafe is so busy reliving something so obviously unpleasant.
“He’s a
Josiah isn’t sure what happens. He only knows that Rafe goes from being still to in motion between one breath and the next. The submissive thrashes like a wild thing, his sudden struggling ripping his arms out of Josiah’s hold. Josiah’s too stunned, still buried too deep in his dominant headspace to dodge the punch that lands on his jaw and sends him staggering back a step.
Anger rips through him instantly, anger at Rafe for disobeying him so blatantly, and anger at himself for being caught off guard. He’s on Rafe then, hands grabbing and holding as he struggles to back the submissive against the wall once again. Rafe doesn’t make it easy. He’s a fighter through and through and he’s obviously spooked. He’s highly trained, clearly comfortable with his body, and knows how to move in a fight, but he’s panicking and Josiah is better. Still it takes the blond man a moment or two to get a handle on him, to get him sandwiched tightly between the wall and his own body like before but without the lust and the passion.
Josiah has one hand wrapped around Rafe’s wrists and the other around the front of his throat in a cruel echo of their earlier passion filled embrace. They’re both breathing heavily and Rafe’s eyes are wide with fear, but Josiah can see the panic laced calculations running behind that entrancing green, even as Rafe holds his now caged in body as straight as possible.
His hand tightens warningly around Rafe’s throat when the younger male shifts slightly as if he’s about to make another escape attempt.
“Submit.” Josiah hisses the word out through clinched teeth as he struggles with his own urges, struggles with the need to immediately see to Rafe’s punishment for acting so out of turn.
He sees the moment when fear turns to full-blown panic, sees the terror overtake the dark-haired sub, so he’s ready for the next round of fear-induced struggling. He rides it out, uses his body weight to keep Rafe pressed against the wall and in place. The fear he sees in the other man’s eyes, the terror that’s only growing instead of fading, helps him to lock down on his own desires, that deep-seated need to show Rafe his place as he realizes slowly that something beyond his understanding is taking place.
He loosens his grip on Rafe, watches as the fear retreats a bit but still not far enough for his liking as he forces his expression to soften, for the anger to drain from his features bit by bit.
“Rafe, I’m not going to hurt you. You know that so explain this to me. Tell me what’s wrong.” He gentles his voice, likes the way Rafe softens a bit at the sound of it and is surprised when the submissive immediately begins to talk.
“Noah used to…he would always…” Rafe can’t seem to find his words, can’t seem to form a coherent sentence.
Josiah releases him slowly and takes a step back until he’s no longer touching Rafe at all. He sees the way it helps the submissive calm down, sees how he’s able to get a better grip on himself. Josiah is equal parts pleased that he has such an effect on the man, that he can unsettle Rafe as much as Rafe unsettles him, but he’s displeased that it’s manifesting in such a negative manner. Rafe takes a deep breath and rubs at his wrists before he continues on, a bit calmer than before but still obviously shaken.
3“Noah’s a two and he doesn’t understand that I, people like me and you, subs and doms of higher tiers need the scene, the byplay more often than he does. That it’s different when you’re a four or even a three. He didn’t feel the need for it that often, didn’t have the same desires and needs that I do. But when he did…when he did it was…horrible.” Rafe shudders and Josiah has to stop himself from reaching out to him, from offering comfort that he knows might not be welcome when Rafe is so busy reliving something so obviously unpleasant.
“He’s a
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