Thread: Vanilla gets a flavor (SHARPii & Adam)

Chloe gasped. It wasn't mock horror or over exaggerated, not at all fake. Just a gasp. He called her a bitch and a joke. She swallowed hard as she moved onto her knees which were actually soothed in the mud and she looked at him tentatively actually as her hands, now coated in mud came to her lap. He started talking about three types of submissives. She listened carefully, immediately negating the first type. That wasn't her. Even she knew that. The second type seemed so sad and pathetic but it also sounded like her. That she was doing this for acceptance? It wasn't just acceptance but because she loved her boyfriend and it wasn't fair for her to live out her wildest sexual fantasy which basically ranged from dressing up to him spanking her. That was the extent of her fantasies and 'wild' sexual desires where she knew his were far, far more. Especially since Chloe could tell he always held back when he spanked her. She'd tentatively ask for harder but his harder was never hard enough, like he was even more afraid to hurt her or break her, make her do something she couldn't handle. Yes, perhaps she wanted acceptance but only from one person, the one person that mattered because she'd already accepted herself. She would have had to if it meant she was here, willing to be in this situation. No, the one person she wanted to accept her was Henry. Not hold back, do what he liked but still love her. It was possible. This was for him, for every time he said she couldn't be like this and most importantly, it was for her. She wasn't this girl that Adam of all people deemed her to be. She had surprises up her sleeve. Then again, it seemed pretty natural to be a little bit resisting right? This was crazy! He was crazy! A gasp came from her again and she swallowed uncomfortably from the tight confines of her collar as she looked at him, biting her lower lip. A small grunt came from her from how he ripped her top apart, pulling her bra away even and watched him toss it away. She pouted. That was her good bra. Of all days and it was gone, forever gone and she'd never see it again. So long. Farewell. Auf wiedersehen, goodbye. Looking at him, her pout instantly vanished and she gulped audibly, unable to help herself. He told her about the third type of submissive, the true type and her eyes couldn't help how they widened and her lips parted in almost disbelief. To think that there were women like that. Is that how Henry wanted her to be? Well wasn't she? She gave into him all the time. They only dated a month until she slept with him and he was her first, as well. Remarkably, he didn't ditch her. Which is what she thought would happen. That was the first time she left it up to fate. Sleeping with him and if it was meant to be, he'd call her. He did. Everyday she did actually wonder why but everyday, she loved him even more. Unconditionally. She was pulled out of her reverie rather instantly with how he stripped her completely. Her teeth captured her lower lip hard, feeling the brush of the back of his hand against her lower lips, which were actually wet, not from the beer either. Perhaps she was a natural? He left her, or was going to and she looked up at him, having not even tried to cover herself--for she had nothing to hide--but she was in mud, so how low could she get? Chloe had common sense and even if it was a natural inclination to cover herself up, she didn't. Though her arms were pressed together and her hands were on her knees, straight but pushed to her chest, to hide it, to hide the vital of the front of her body, completely nude. Her mind was cursing him, yelling at him, but then it just stopped the moment he called her that. Slowly, she nodded, unable to think a thought, her eyes wide blue eyes looking up at him. Yes. She breathed, swallowing hard once more before she looked down and away. The thoughts came back and she was thinking. Which submissive was she? If she couldn't accept the rules and if they hadn't really started then what was all this? A teaser trailer? She swallowed hard, almost raising a hand to run through her ruined hair but Chloe refrained, since she knew of the mud on it. Her eyes were wide and blue, staring at the mud. Could she do this? Could she do this for Henry and most importantly herself? What kind of submissive was she? You want him to accept you for you, not the idea he has of you. At the end of the day, that isn't so bad. It's not your fault you want to please him completely. Give him all of you, mind, body, soul and heart, fully. So do it. You're type two and it's not a bad thing because you know yourself, like yourself--if not love yourself--and you want the man you love to love you for you and take you, all of you and never hold back. So she knew. After a talk with her subconscious, addressing her minor doubts which were easily negated away, Chloe made a decision. She looked up, her eyes on the patio door, staring and waiting. She was ready. Her heart was pounding heavily, she could feel her pulse in her head, her neck, her fingers, her legs as she sat there the way she did, on her knees--everywhere. Her breathing was a little bit fast. She breathed in through her nose and out of her nose. She was calm for the most part but anxious. What were the rules? There was so much to know. And she didn't it. That's what made her so anxious.