â Q U I N N â
True love sometimes means giving someone else a piece of yourself, trusting they'll hold it with care. Real dominance isn't about power over someone else; it's about creating a space of deep connection and trust, a partnership where you both feel safe enough to explore places you've both dreamed of going together. Being a dominant is about taking care of your partner in every way-even in small moments, like reaching down to fix the strap of her shoe. To borrow from a well-known saying: you're never more in control than when you're showing kindness and care. A true dominant is both strong and compassionate, knowing that having power also means knowing when to be gentle.
Chloe was finally starting to feel more like herself again-cheerful, relaxed, even playful at times. Now and then, I'd notice her getting a bit jumpy when I was out of sight. She'd move quickly around, but the moment we locked eyes, I'd see her shoulders relax, her worry dissolving. I could still see the faint shadow of fear in her gaze, a hint of anxiety that hadn't quite let go. But I was determined to help her heal, to see her truly carefree again. Whatever it takes, I'd make sure she felt safe.
I woke up to the sensation of someone bouncing on the bed beside me. I blinked my eyes open to find Chloe watching me, her face lit up with a bright smile. I couldn't help but grin back, wrapping an arm around her to pull her close as she leaned onto my shoulder, lying on top of me.
"Good morning, baby!" Her smile spread even wider, lighting up her eyes.
I groaned playfully at her morning energy, still half-asleep. "Good morning, gorgeous," I murmured, my voice low as I tried to shake off the last traces of sleep.
"I'm off to work in a bit. By the way, Scar invited us for drinks tonight," she said, her finger tracing a soft line over my forehead, down my nose, and across my lips.
"Sounds fun, baby. I'll pick you up after work," I replied, watching her closely, loving the warmth in her touch.
She shook her head, a playful smile teasing her lips. "But I'll need to come back here to change first."
I shrugged, grinning. "So? We'll swing by here. No problem."
Her face lit up, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she looked down, clearly excited. "Okay, then. I would love that."
The cold breeze felt good against the open collar of my soft beige button-up, which I'd left slightly unbuttoned and rolled the sleeves up to my elbows. I'd paired it with a pair of black, straight-leg jeans that sat just right on my hips, faded just enough to look lived-in. They hit just above the ankle, showing a bit of skin and my low-profile white sneakers, completing the outfit.
I leaned against the side of the car, hands tucked casually in my pockets as I waited for Chloe outside the hospital. She'd be off work any minute, and I'd promised to pick her up before we met her friends for drinks.
A few more minutes passed, and there she was, stepping out of the hospital doors in her scrubs, her hair swept into a loose bun with a few strands framing her face. Her eyes searched the parking lot until they landed on me, and just like that, her whole face lit up with a smile that reached her eyes as she walked over.
"So you were the hot fella in beige that the nurses at the station couldn't stop talking about," she teased, wrapping her arms around my waist.
"Oh, did they now?" I smirked, slipping my hand up to gently hold her face, my thumb brushing her cheek. She hummed and nodded, biting her lip in that way that made my heart race. "Well, this hot fella was waiting on the most gorgeous person in that hospital," I murmured, brushing her lips with mine, feeling her relax into my touch. Our lips met in a kiss, slow and sweet, a taste of everything we'd been looking forward to all day.
She pulled back, her voice a soft whisper against my lips. "Baby, we'd better get going. Scar's already on her way to the club."
I hummed in response, reluctant to pull away, but as our eyes met, I knew the night ahead would only get better. With one last smile, I opened the passenger door for her, and we were off, headed back to the apartment so she could get ready.
I sat at the edge of the bed, my gaze fixed on Chloe as she slipped into her dress. The blush pink satin clung to her curves, hugging her body in all the right places. Her emerald green eyes shimmered, matching the soft pastel of the fabric in a way that took my breath away. She stepped into her off-white strappy heels, and I couldn't help but feel a wave of admiration for the woman standing before me. God, she's so beautiful, so perfect, I thought, my eyes unable to leave her for even a second.
"Baby? Can you help me zip the dress from the back?" Her voice broke through my thoughts.
"Sure, baby," I replied, my voice soft, as I slowly stood and walked over to her.
My hand rested gently on her waist, while the other trailed slowly down her smooth back. From the nape of her neck, my fingers brushed down, feeling the soft warmth of her skin until they reached her hips, carefully holding the zipper at the bottom. I watched her reflection in the mirror-her eyes were closed, and she bit her lower lip, lost in the moment. With a quiet movement, I slid my hand inside her dress, snaking it around her belly, pulling her back against me. Her back collided with my chest, making her breath catch in surprise.
"Do you know how beautiful you look right now, baby?" I whispered against her ear.
She slowly opened her eyes, and my heart skipped a beat. Her emerald green eyes, always so captivating, held that magnetic pull I could never resist. My finger traced the band of her lingerie, making her arch her back instinctively. I pulled her closer to me, feeling her warmth against me.
"You have no idea how much I want to rip this dress off of you right now, gorgeous," I murmured, my lips grazing her shoulder, my gaze never leaving her.
"Quinn..." Chloe's voice was low, breathy. "Didn't you tell me before you'd do anything to make it up to me?" She asked, her chest rising and falling with each shaky breath.
"Anything, baby," I whispered back.
A smile tugged at her lips before she spun around quickly, catching me off guard. Instinctively, I grabbed both her hands, lifting them above her head with one hand and pinning her back against the mirror.
"Anything you want, Chloe," I whispered, our lips almost touching.
"Good. So tonight, you'll do everything I tell you to, okay?" she said with a mischievous glint in her eyes. I nodded, no idea on what was coming. "Starting with zipping my dress, please?" A playful smile danced on her lips.
I chuckled softly, shaking my head in amusement. Without turning her around, my other hand moved to her back, slowly pulling the zipper up.
"Stay still for a bit, baby." I lowered myself, my hands tracing the curves of her body as I knelt to the floor. I hooked the strap of her heel and gently lifted it. "There. All set."
I slowly stood again, meeting her gaze.
"Thank you, baby," she whispered, licking her lips. "This night is going to be very fun." I saw the hint of a smirk forming on her lips, like she had something planned.
â C H L O E â
Real power isn't something that's handed to you; it's something you take for yourself. Control isn't about force-it's about trust, about being given the opportunity to guide someone. With that control comes a deep connection and a responsibility that only a few truly understand, though many long for it. But being dominant isn't about controlling someone; it's about creating a space where they feel safe and free. If dominance is about setting someone free, and submission is about choosing to give yourself to another, then who's really in control? A leash has two ends, after all, and both must be held. In the end, the dominant and submissive aren't bound by chains-they are bound by their own desires and the deep need to fulfill one another. We do for each other what no one else can, or will. We're here by choice-and we stay by choice.
The loud music thumped in the background as Quinn and I stepped into the bar. People were scattered around the room, some dancing with abandon while others relaxed at their tables, drinks in hand. In the distance, I spotted Scarlet, Penelope, Jessica, and Elise, laughing and chatting.
"Hey, girls!" I called out as we made our way toward them.
"Chloe! Quinn! Finally, you're here!" Scarlet exclaimed, pulling me into a warm hug.
We found the empty chairs and settled in. Quinn leaned over to Elise. "Where's Oliver, El?" she asked.
"He's working," Elise replied with a soft laugh. "And Scarlet made it clear this is a girls' night, so he's not allowed to come."
Quinn turned to me with a smile. "What do you want to drink, baby?"
"Vodka Martini for me, baby," I replied, giving her a playful wink. She nodded and headed toward the bar counter to order our drinks.
"You look great tonight, Chlo!" Jessica said with a smile.
"Thanks, Jess. I feel great," I replied, glancing over at Quinn, who was still at the bar counter waiting for our drinks.
It was then that I noticed a group of women seated nearby, casting glances in her direction. Quinn didn't notice-her back was turned-but one of the women was definitely eyeing her. I raised an eyebrow at the scene, feeling a twinge of annoyance. Just then, Quinn turned back, drinks in hand, and made her way over to our table. She set our glasses down and instantly caught my expression.
"What's wrong, baby?" she asked, settling into the chair beside me.
"Nothing," I mumbled, though I could feel her gaze fixed on me. Finally, I gave in. "Fine, those girls over there were looking at you," I admitted.
She let out a soft laugh, clearly amused. "Let them look all they want. But my eyes are only on you, gorgeous," she said, flashing me a grin.
I took my drink, clinking glasses with everyone at the table as we toasted to the night. Laughter and stories flowed freely, and it felt amazing to finally let loose and enjoy a night out with friends. Every so often, Quinn would rest her hand on my thigh under the table, and as it slowly slid upward, I stopped her, giving her a mischievous smile and a subtle shake of my head. She chuckled, nodding in defeat, her eyes sparkling.
"You're making me work for it, aren't you?" she murmured, her warm breath grazing my neck.
I tilted my head slightly, catching a glimpse of the blonde woman still watching Quinn from across the room. I smirked. "Yeah, I am."
"And what do you want, gorgeous?" Her hand gave my thigh a gentle squeeze, sending a spark up my spine. My breath caught, but I wasn't about to let her win that easily tonight.
"Dance with me," I said.
She laughed softly, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Standing up, Quinn held out her hand to me. I took it, and she led me slowly toward the dance floor, her fingers laced warmly with mine.
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Our bodies moved in sync, swaying to the beat that pulsed through the room, wrapping us in its rhythm. Quinn's hands slid to my back, pulling me in as my arms wrapped around her neck, our hips moving in sync. Her grey eyes, dilated, stayed locked on mine, and the way she looked at me made my pulse race. My gaze flicked down to her lips, then back up to her eyes. The way she was looking at me-it was like she was unraveling me, and I felt utterly intoxicated by her presence. Suddenly, she tugged me closer, our bodies pressing together, heat radiating between us.
"God, I really want to kiss you right now, gorgeous. Would you let me?" Quinn whispered, her voice low, her lips inches from mine. She licked her lips, and butterflies swirled in my stomach. The fact that she was asking, letting me stay in control, made me feel like I was melting. I bit my lower lip, giving a slow nod, and gently pulled her close, stopping just short, leaving a small, tantalizing gap between our lips, daring her to close it.
Quinn leaned in, capturing my lips in a kiss that was slow, tender, and passionate. It felt like everything else faded-the people around us, the noise, even our friends. All that mattered was the softness of her lips against mine. I wanted this kiss to last forever. She pulled me tighter, her hands exploring the curve of my back, sending shivers through me. I let out a soft moan, tangling my fingers in her hair as she deepened the kiss, her tongue brushing against mine, inviting mine to meet hers. I didn't hesitate, not backing down, meeting her with equal intensity, our tongues dancing, playfully vying for control. I pulled her in even closer, catching her off guard. She let out a surprised laugh against my mouth, which made me chuckle too, but I didn't let up, savoring the mint from her earlier mojito as I gently sucked on her tongue, making her groan.
When we finally pulled apart, we were both breathless, laughing softly, our foreheads resting together.
"I'm really getting impatient, baby," Quinn murmured, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and surrender.
I smirked, brushing a thumb across her cheek. "You promised you'd do anything I wanted, remember? That means you're not allowed to make a move on me. So... follow orders," I teased, winking at her. She groaned, half in surrender, half in frustration, and I could only grin.
As we made our way back to our friends, a figure brushed past me, knocking my shoulder. I looked down to see that it was the blonde woman from earlier-the one who'd been eyeing Quinn since we walked in. She stumbled, her Cosmo in hand, and before I could react, she "tripped," spilling the entire drink over Quinn's shirt. The sticky red liquid stained Quinn's chest.
"Oh my! I'm so sorry! I was just too clumsy," she said, steadying herself as her eyes sparkled with mischief.
I glanced at Quinn's shirt, the red stain spreading across the fabric, just as the blonde woman reached out, her fingers aimed right at Quinn's chest. But I was faster. I grabbed her wrist firmly before she got the chance.
"Don't you dare," I said coolly, my voice laced with warning as I held her gaze, my eyebrow raised just enough to make my point. "I can handle it."
The woman let out a light, amused chuckle, sliding her wrist from my grip. "Alright then," she replied, unfazed. Then, with a sly, flirtatious smile, she turned her attention back to Quinn. "Sorry again," she added, her voice dripping with insincerity. Quinn gave her nothing but a blank look, then glanced back at me.
"Let's go, baby," she said, her gaze steady on mine. I took her hand and led her towards the bathroom, feeling a fire simmering beneath my skin. My grip was tight-probably a bit too tight-but the whole scene had me boiling. That woman's nerve! I couldn't believe the audacity.
"That bitch!" I hissed, clenching my jaw as I closed the bathroom door behind us. I headed to the sink, wetting a paper towel, then turned to Quinn, dabbing at the red smudge on her shirt, my brows furrowed.
"Jealous much, baby?" she chuckled, her voice light as she tried to ease my frustration.
I lifted my head, meeting her gaze. She was smirking, clearly entertained by my reaction.
"Extremely, Quinn. I see you enjoyed that little scene, huh?" I shot back, not masking the edge in my voice.
She laughed softly. "You look so hot when you're jealous, baby," she said with a grin.
"Oh, do I now?" I replied, stepping forward. My hand pressed against her chest, pushing her gently until her back met the cool tile wall.
Without breaking eye contact, I slipped my hand up to her neck, holding it with just enough pressure to make my point. Her eyes stayed on mine, calm but amused, like she was enjoying every second.
"I told you, I'm a very possessive girlfriend," I said, tightening my grip ever so slightly. She didn't flinch; in fact, the hint of a smile told me she was anything but intimidated. "You're mine."
Quinn's lips curled into a smirk. "And I told you too, baby. That works for me. I'm all yours."
Quinn's intense gaze, mixed with my own frustration, filled the small space between us in the bathroom with an undeniable tension. Suddenly, my hand slipped from her neck to the back of her head, pulling her closer until our lips met in a fierce, urgent kiss. This wasn't like before-it was heated, almost desperate. I let my frustration show, biting and sucking on her lower lip, feeling the fire between us grow with each second. I felt her hand on my back, but without hesitation, I grabbed it and pinned it to the wall. She didn't resist-she just let me take control. My other hand from her nape slid back of her neck, tracing down her collarbone, grazing over her chest. I heard her soft moan, but she stayed calm despite her body tensing, letting me guide the moment, letting me have the power. I gently took her other hand, guiding it up to my thigh, moving up my waist, until it rested on my breast. With a soft squeeze, I silently signaled her to follow my lead, and she did, her hand tenderly squeezing my breast. A soft moan escaped my lips as the sensation sent a shiver through me. I leaned in closer, pressing my body against hers, our torsos firmly pressed together. My hand moved back to the buttons of her shirt, slowly undoing them one by one.
"Are we really doing this here, baby?" she asked, her lips briefly pulling away from mine, her hand still resting on my breast. I pulled back slightly, my fingers grazing along the waistband of her pants, feeling the heat between my own thighs.
"Just shut up and kiss me, Quinn," I whispered, my voice full of desire. I leaned in again, and so did she, our lips meeting with the same electric intensity.
My hand slowly moved down to her pants, fingers working to unbutton and unzip them. Quinn gasped, her breath catching as I felt her body tense in surprise. I deepened the kiss, my tongue slipping into her mouth. This time, I took control, our tongues wrestling, but I was the one who led, who won. I pressed my body against hers, feeling her soft groan against me. My lips began to trail down her neck, and Quinn tilted her head, giving me more room as I kissed and gently bit her skin, leaving my mark.
I whispered against her skin, "So is this how you feel when you're in control, baby?" She hummed softly in response, and I couldn't help but smile. "I love hearing your moans, baby," I murmured, gently biting her neck before trailing my tongue upward, grazing her ear.
Quinn moaned again, her breath shaky and uneven. "Baby, you're killing me," she whispered, her voice thick with desire.
"I want you to beg for it, Quinn. Tell me what you want, baby," I whispered in her ear, my teeth gently nibbling her earlobe.
"Fuck!" she hissed, her body shuddering. "Chloe..." Her breath was shallow, racing.
"Be a good girl and beg nicely, hot stuff," I purred, my voice dripping with desire.
"Make love to me, baby," she gasped between breaths. The sound of her voice made me bite my lip, unable to resist the pull of her words. "Not here, though. Please..." she pleaded, her voice trembling.
She was right. I paused, then slowly nodded. "Okay, baby. Let's get out of here," I whispered, my lips brushing against her skin.