Oh, she wanted to say so much more, he could tell, but she held back. Followed his order.

“Good girl.” This time he gave her pussy a harder slap and her hips bucked upwards, seeking more. “Are you the Dominant?”

“No.”

Slap. He squeezed her breast hard, rubbing his thumb over her silky flesh.

“Are you the submissive?”

“Yes.” Her voice was breathy.

Slap. Michael’s hand moved over to her other breast to give it the same rough treatment. Ellie’s little gasping breaths were a sure indication of her growing arousal.

“Do you get to decide what I deserve?”

“No, Michael,” she whispered. And then shook herself. “That’s what I was trying to tell you, but you didn’t let me finish reading what I wrote!”

With a sigh, Michael released her enough so she could sit up. “Okay, sweetheart, you finish reading the letter, but skip to the good stuff. I don’t need to hear about what you think I deserve, unless your name is at the end of the sentence.”

She gave him a slightly pouty look over her shoulder as she reached for the paper he’d discarded, but he could tell by the way her eyes ran over the writing that a chunk of it was going to go unread.

“Okay... okay, so,” her voice dropped back into her reading tone, although it was still tinged with desire. “Even though I feel like I don’t deserve you - OW!” He’d pinched the side of her breast hard, enough to hurt in a not-fun way. “It’s just how the sentence starts, I promise!” There was just a touch of amusement in her voice though. Michael went back to kneading her swollen breasts, occasionally giving her nipples a little pinch. “Even though I feel like I don’t deserve you, I’ve come to realize I have some self-esteem and self-worth issues which I kept pretty buried and still haven’t worked through yet. The others seem to think I do deserve you and you still want me, and if you’re willing to take another chance on me, I’d like to try again. I can’t promise I won’t freak out again, or that I’ll be any good at being in a relationship, but I want to try.”

Her voice wavered a little with uncertainty on the last sentence. She was breaking his heart. Not that she needed to know how she was wreaking havoc on his emotions right now right now. Right now, she needed reassurance and him to share his feelings - something he’d been reticent to do because he hadn’t been sure how she would take it before. But maybe if he’d been more open about exactly how much he wanted her, exactly what he wanted from her - which was a real relationship, then maybe she wouldn’t have felt so panicked and insecure about him.