Old Habits. (1)

Jane had made up her mind to ask Chris to help stop her awful habit. Her nails were bitten to the quicks. The sides bleeding, scarred, scabbed over.

She hated her hands. Hated. Them.

She was embarrassed by them. Had tried — in vain — to stop thousands upon thousands of times. Her mother would nag her about it. Harp on her about quitting. She had a robotic response already.

“It’s no use. If I haven’t stopped by now, I won’t ever.”

She finally got sick of it. Got sick of trying and failing. Trying and failing. She needed help, which was no small thing for her to admit. For Jane was prideful to a fucking fault. It killed her to admit weakness and ask for help.

But she kept reading on those cursed blogs that her Dom — Chris — was there to help when she would admit weaknesses such as this. It wasn’t often that she’d allow herself to slink over to her loved one to ask for his assistance. But this time…this time she would. She had to.

She had waited until he had come home for work. She was nervous. Anxious. Hence the chewed fingers finding their way into her mouth. She was already blushing. Heat finding its way to her cheeks before Chris even walked through the door.

And when he did walk through that door, he knew something was up. He knew something was amiss. The way she couldn’t keep her fingers out of her mouth. That beautiful oral fixation that he so loved to exploit. She only did it when she was stressed. Whether eustress or distress.

Not only the fingers in her mouth lead to him to believe that she had something to say. She had plenty of other tells. As in the little, almost indiscernible huffs and sighs escaping her lips. Or her toes curling and uncurling.

He would wait though. Wait until she was ready to talk to him. And until then…he’d pretend not to notice a thing, silently observing tells.

Jane was cutting up bell peppers for the stir fry when she decided it was time. Keeping her eyes on the razor sharp knife in her — know to be — clumsy hands. Her focus was unfaltering as she moved her lips, her eyebrows knit together in concentration,

“Uh, babe? I was thinking today…I kind of have a uh, an issue? You know? A habit. We’ve uh, we’ve talked about it before. About you training it out of me…but then we didn’t and uh, and now…now I uh…need help.”

To his credit, Chris didn’t flinch at the agonizingly slow admission. Instead, he listened. Listened and waited for her to go on with slightly raised eyebrows. He was nervous watching her with the knife. He had watched that blade slip countless times before. She’d nearly sliced off her own finger!

So he listened and watched her hands move with surprising precision.

“Do you know what I’m talking about? The nail biting. I can’t stop and…and I need help.”

Chris could’ve swore he heard her voice break. Just a little. Barely enough to notice. A memory flashed through his mind. The first time they had spent more than a week together. Jane had been biting her nails in the car. He was showing her around town with her fingers in her mouth. Chewing, chewing, chewing. Chris had slapped her thigh. Her shriek of surprise carrying over the radio.

Had they been together for a little longer he could have started the training. Truth be told he had forgotten about that incident. Had not recalled the offer until this moment.

He watched his lover pause from her cutting and slicing. She sucked in her bottom lip. Eyes imploring. Pleading for his help. His guidance.

He smiled gently and stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Nuzzling his lips against the nape of her neck he spoke, “Jane darling, of course I’ll help you. Of course we can work on it.”

Jane breathed a sigh of relief as if she were scared he wouldn’t oblige her. She turned her face towards his and closed her eyes. She took in the feeling of his warm breath against her skin. How it seemed to warm her very core. How it seemed to make her blood heat.

The nuzzling didn’t last long. The nuzzling soon lead to kissing. The kissing soon lead to nipping. Her blood was no longer heated. It was boiling with lust. With raging want. With shameless hunger. All for him. Only for him.

It seemed that he felt the same way.

His hardness started to push against her back. Making her grind her hips against him. She wanted to arouse the devil inside him. Wanted to spark the hellfire within him.

She was successful in her endeavors.

Jane was soon naked, bent over the counter next to her unevenly sliced peppers bleeding on the cutting board. Chris buried himself inside her. Buried himself to the hilt. He thrust fast and hard. One hand gripping her waist, the other tangled in her hair pulling her head up, her neck back.

He shifted himself, slapping her ass and watching the bruised cheek ripple beneath his ministration. Chris’s growl rumbled in his throat as he wrapped his hand around her throat, squeezing. Just hard enough that her muscles started tensing. Just enough that her moans were nearly silent. Her sweet, sweet, melodic moans.

And the way she choked out his name as her body convulsed in the sporadic throes of pleasure,

“Chris…can I…c-can I c-cuuum?”

Chris leaned further into her, his abdomen against her slender back. He purred against her ear, “Yes Jane darling. Cum for me.”

Jane’s body erupted at the words. At his permission. Another reminder of who she belonged to. Another reinforcement that she was his. Her nerves spasmed as the orgasm shot through her like a bullet from a 22.

The sputtered sound of her climax. The way her body shook.

He joined her. Thrusting as deep as he could, with a guttural roar that the neighbours surely heard. He filled her. He remained inside of her. The muscles of her tight walls contracting against his hardness.

Chris groaned. Nipping her earlobe he slowly softened. His seed spilling out of her pulsing slit, dripping steadily down her quivering legs.

The duo straightened. Breathless. Chests heaving.

“Now Jane. I don’t know about you, but I am starving. I’ll help you with supper. And help you kick your habit to the curb.”

“When? When do you want to-”

“My darling, we begin immediately.”

Jane swallowed hard, “Yes Sir.”