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Part 42

My nipples tingled, my clit pulsed, my butt tightened with every breath, and my mind spun in this delicious, dizzying dance of sensations, all tied together by his voice, his touch, his command.

Trembling and breathless, there I was, riding waves of pleasure that seemed like they would never end.

That is all I remember…

The next thing I remember was slumped over Gabriel, panting and without the ability to talk coherently, so I stayed there catching my breath.
I remember thinking that I could really use a drink of water, but I was too comfortable and weak to try to figure that out.
Gabriel just sat there and held me, stroking my hair and my back. I felt so cared for, protected, relaxed—and a little bit embarrassed.
Everything was so… peaceful. Even in his silence, Gabriel was warm and caring. Attentive, even if his attention was somewhere out the window.

I wanted to talk but didn’t know what to say… so, I just sat there with him.

I wondered what he was thinking. I was a little worried, I didn’t know if I did something wrong or if my reaction to everything was what he expected or even wanted.
Did his opinion of me change because of what had just happened?
It was a weird mixture of feelings—everything felt good, but I didn’t know if it was supposed to feel good. I was embarrassed by what I allowed him to do, and by what I allowed myself to feel, think, and enjoy.

Then there was the whole Chrissie thing—not the person, but the thoughts that went through my mind at the height of my excitement.
After a few moments, I felt him kiss my head. He didn’t say anything; he just continued stroking my hair.
Eventually, he said, “Beautiful, you were wonderful, thank you for sharing yourself with me.”
I thought, “Thank me? What for?” but somehow, I knew this wasn’t the time to question things. I just smiled and asked, “What are you thinking?”
He smiled with an audible exhale as he said, “You are a curious little thing, aren’t you?”
I lifted my head to face him and said, “Yes… but I make up for it by being adorable, right?”
We laughed, and he said, “I wasn’t thinking anything specific… I’m just enjoying the moment, enjoying you.”
I said, “Me? I didn’t do anything… not that I remember anyway.”
He chuckled and said, “Just being you is enough for me to enjoy.”
I gingerly asked, “So, you’re not disappointed?” and he responded, “What makes you think I would be disappointed?”
I looked away from his eyes and said, “Well, you didn’t get to, you know… I didn’t do anything. I would think you’d expect me to, you know… do something.”
He looked at me and said, “Red, look at me when you’re talking to me. Don’t look away simply because you feel discomfort. Can you do that for me?”
What was his deal with eye contact anyway?
Still, I went back to looking at him and said, “Yes, Sir… sometimes it’s just too much, and I forget.”
He replied, “I understand, and I will remind you each and every time, but I need you to make that effort for me. Ok, beautiful?”
I just said, “Yes, Sir.”
He continued, “Good girl. Red, you did a lot more than you realize, and what you did means a lot to me.”
I asked, “Can you tell me what I did? Because I don’t know, and I want to know.”
He took a deep breath and said, “You surrendered. You surrendered to yourself, and in doing so, you surrendered to me.
I know some of the things that happened are outside of your comfort, and you could’ve yelled out ‘MAGENTA,’ which would’ve stopped everything. Instead, you trusted me and gave me control.
That requires a lot of trust, and I’m thankful for it. Not to mention that you pushed yourself out of your comfort zone and explicitly asked to be here.
Red, you did a lot. Thank you.”
Wow! I hadn’t thought of it that way—he thinks of everything, doesn’t he?

Interesting… but did I really surrender to myself, or did I surrender to him? Does it really matter?
What does “surrender” even mean anyway?

Anyway, he was right. A month ago, none of this would’ve happened, and I would be in my room wishing something like this would happen.
Well, not all of it—I did NOT see the butt thing coming... how embarrassing! But what’s worse? I liked it.
Holy shit, I am one of those!

I said, “Gabriel, thank you for taking care of me and dealing with my shit. I can’t promise you that it’s all over, but I am really trying, ok?”
He smiled and said, “You’re welcome, beautiful, you’re certainly making it worth it. I can’t wait to see what happens when you fully break out of your shell.”
I said, “Me too, Sir,” then I reached my hand up behind his head so I could bring our lips together for a kiss.
He said, “Mmm, I’m getting used to those.” And I playfully replied, “I hope so, because you have a lot of them coming to you!”
We laughed a little and then I laughingly said, “Sir, can we make Wednesdays ‘backseat’ date night? I’m enjoying it a lot more than the park.”
He chuckled and said, “Sounds like fun, but I don’t think we could fit you, Chrissie, and me back here. But I could always get a van,” and we laughed.

Oh yeah! The jiggly bitch! There was that ball of yarn to untangle… but not right now, I got my payback.

He then said, “So, talk to me about Chrissie. How are you feeling about that?”
Well, I didn’t enjoy the thought of her lips and her delicious lip gloss while you were making me cum, if that’s what you’re asking.
I kind of wanted to tell him about that whole lip gloss thing, but I was a little… ashamed.
Maybe I needed to process it a little more before I had a conversation about it.
I made a deal with myself—if it happened again, I would tell Gabriel and see where it went… well, maybe if it happens two more times to be safe.

I said, “I’m OK with Chrissie, I like her. I think she’s really cool. And that thing she did before she left, it didn’t bother me as much as I thought it would… but I kind of want to get her back at some point.”
I laughed while Gabriel said, “Hmm… this is not going to be fun.”
He continued, “Red, as long as you’re fine and we can all be one big happy family together, then you can get back at her as many times as you want… twice on Sundays.
I do have to warn you, Chrissie can be a handful, so be careful once you open those doors.”
I said, “But… you don’t have a problem with that? I don’t want to get in trouble with you.”
And he responded, “I can’t stop you or stop her from being as playful as you want to be. If I’m not OK with it, you’ll still do it, but it will be more intense, and I will be behind my back.
I would much rather be aware of what’s happening, making sure it never gets out of hand.
If it is in danger of getting out of hand, I will shut it down… but if being playful in that way is part of your nature and part of the chemistry you and Chrissie develop, I’d rather watch you both play and be safe, than find out that she did something, or you did something that hurt the other.
My job here is to protect this family, but I can’t expect her to change her nature anymore than I can expect you to change yours.
But again, I warn you, she will figure out your buttons and push them if you let her.
In the end, it all boils down to not dishing out more than you can take.”
Then he smilingly changed his tone to say, “And then, there’s the other aspect of this… I’m not going to lie and say it won’t be fun for me.
Think about it from my perspective—you and Chrissie having a kissing contest and me being the subject of the kisses… sounds like a good time for me, doesn’t it?”
Ah! I didn’t think of it that way… he would be on the receiving end of a lot of kisses while Chrissie and I duke it out for kissing supremacy.
I did have to think about it… I know me, but I didn’t know her and what if she figured out ways to make me react, or feel sad?
On the other hand, that jiggly bitch had to pay—and how many times would I be able to just sit there and let her taunt me?

If I’m being honest, I too could be a lot to handle, but since this is new territory for me, I thought I should ask Gabriel what I should do—so I did.
His response was what you’d expect, he said, “If I were you, I would slow down and see how far she pushes. If you don’t react to her, she will eventually give up and just accept that you’re not wanting to play. However, if you react, brace yourself.

Make no mistake about it, Chrissie is one of the most loving, sweetest, accepting, and caring people you will ever meet, but she does like to play. You should always remember and understand that she is not malicious in any way—she just likes to play. It all depends on how much you can take or if you’re willing to play with her.”

I was entranced by Gabriel’s knowledge and acceptance of Chrissie. I would have thought that he’d be more rigid or put his foot down to avoid conflict, but he was understanding and accepting. I liked that.

It also gave me the option to be as evil as I wanted to be—as long as I could take it.

I said, “Ok, Sir. I’ll think about it… but you should know, I can be more than a handful too.”
He smiled and said, “If that’s the price I have to pay to have you in my backseat and play with your amazing breasts, I will gladly pay it.”

I blushed, saying, “Gabriel, I am shyyyyyyy!”

to be continued...