I had Brandon naked and beneath me about three minutes after we arrived home. He smelled like soap I didn’t recognize, but clean and healthy and whole. I had him pinned, his arms stretched over his head and held by the wrists and his legs trapped by mine. I pressed my entire length against him, holding him down and not letting him even have wiggle room. He needed to be at my complete mercy, and I needed him to be there.
For long moments I did nothing more than hold him, neither of us moving, both of us breathing. The whole scene from earlier had been far more traumatic than I’d expected. I just needed to know he was safe, and having him in my control allowed me to feel that bone deep. He needed to simply feel, his choices taken away. Our needs meshed, as they had from the very beginning.
