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[substandards]

WHO Peter Hanson (substandards), Robin Blake (indominate).
WHAT gosh idek, D/s 'verse that isn't totally stupid. First time scene between in-denial!sub and totally-with-it!Dom.
WHEN About three weeks after Peter and Robin initially meet.
WHERE Peter's bachelor pad.

It was probably a poor, spur of the moment decision that had led Peter into calling Robin. He had been perfectly honest with himself when he'd tucked the card away under his mattress and determined not to think of it again, too wrapped up in his own problems to think of inconveniencing such a wonderful, gorgeous woman no matter the offer that was extended. He had his friends, he had himself, he could totally deal with the times when his brain decided to shut off his common sense for a few hours... or days...

But then he broke a dish while he had been cleaning it, stepped right in the glass, and it didn't quite seem like a bad idea to keep stepping in it, maybe pick it up and see how far it could go until he couldn't hold back a noise. When he caught himself in that spiral, Peter retreated to pluck out what bits he could from his foot and bandage it while his thoughts kept whirling around in a tizzy. He'd had the card in his hand and flipped over, phone out and dialing before he had even registered it.

"Hi, um, Ms. Blake? A-about that offer at the party... Oh, uh, I'm at 87 Surrey Hill Drive. Okay."

That was that. She was already on her way before he could even think to regret it. Now he was a bundle of nerves and pacing by the door on a clean but still-injured foot to focus himself. She was going to see him as a wreck, but probably better to see her in person and convince her it had been a mistake to call than just call her right back and plead with her not to come. That would seem desperate, right?

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[indominate]

"Not like that," she responded, her voice still pitched in the same tone. Speaking was a step forward, but not quite there. He needed to use his voice in a certain way so that he could respond to her properly. She was patient, though, and would help him through this.

"You hear how I'm speaking? Speak like I am, change your tone," Robin said, changing her tone to be sharper, more precise, turning into a commanding voice. She knew he needed a bit more encouragement to help him learn this easier.

[substandards]

Peter was watching her with rapt attention now. Whatever she was doing with her voice, those simple changes in inflection that changed the entire meaning of what she was saying, was beautiful. There was force behind the words and even just a taste of it told him plenty. And now she was asking him to copy her, to...

Oh. He blinked, swallowed and tried, "Like... like this?" he asked, pitch lifting to convey a hopefulness that he was doing it right. Appreciation that she was there. He wanted to be good and able to follow the direction she was patiently giving. He didn't think he could copy the commanding presence she had adopted, so he kept at the first type instead. "Doing it okay?"

[indominate]

When she heard him tried, she smiled widely at him. It wasn't perfect, but it was definitely a good start. To reward him, she kissed his neck and snuggled up to him. He was definitely going to be a good sub with how eager he was to do what his Dom wanted of him. To train him like she was now was definitely a joy for her to do.

"Like that," Robin said, her voice pitched to praise him for a good first attempt. She would definitely keep up trying to teach him to help him perfect his voice for the future. "Good boy. You did very, very good."

[substandards]

Those light movements, the kiss in reward, inspired a shudder down Peter's frame. He hands swayed a bit, tempted to wrap them back up around Robin and never let go, never let her escape when she could inspire such a fantastic feeling in him. Even her praise was warmth and he made a pleased, humming sound in response to it.

"Good," he murmured in the same tone as before. Everything was a-okay on his end; he would gladly do anything else she asked of him.

[indominate]

The way things were now was good, but they could do better. Wrapping her arms around him, she cuddled up close to him, face pressed against the side of his neck. She had showed him most of what a mutual drop together could be like, so now it was the point where they cooled down and just snuggled up to each other until she felt it was time to pull him out of subspace.

Next time, she was definitely going to test him to the fullest, see just how much his instincts could handle and how fast she could pull him down. And there was definitely going to be a next time. There was an attraction from her side of things, but she didn't quite know if the feeling was mutual. It was always difficult to tell with subs, especially newer ones, but that just meant that she was going to have to investigate between then and now.

[substandards]

It was perfect. Peter sighed happily, settling down into the position Robin made for herself, and decided to wrap his arms around her. With the way things were now, he could stay there indefinitely and just ride the waves of this afternoon going in a horribly, somehow pleasant direction. He would owe Robin a lot for the sort of peace she was bringing him, but right now he wasn't going to dwell on that.

Right now, he was just going to hold her close and feel the rhythm of her breath and that amazing warmth against his neck. How had he never known he could feel this amazing, be this close to someone before? Peter was going to keep this feeling as dearly as possible for when it was over; he didn't want to forget any of it.

[indominate]

To Robin the best part about all of this was how happy and content Peter was right now, especially after how he had been before she pulled him into a drop. She couldn't guess exactly how long he had been like that, but from the signs she could pick up on, it had been a really long time. Years, probably. It was something that she wished that she could have stopped from ever happening, but that wasn't possible and all she could do is stop it from continuing.

She let out a content sigh, and looked at him, smiling. This was really wonderful and they were going to have to do this again. "You're my sub now," she said softly into his neck. "I'll protect you and make you happy." Feeling that words weren't enough to prove her point, she pressed her lips against his neck once more and started to suck hard on the skin for a good two minutes before stopping and kissing the spot. That was definitely going to leave a mark and the thought of his neck covered with bruises that she's made causes her to smile.

[substandards]

"Please," Peter said. "Yours. All yours." It was impossible to imagine anyone else being able to inspire such feelings, touching these parts of him that he hadn't even known had existed. How could he deny her claim on him when it was exactly what he wanted in return?

He whimpered, moaned at just the right pitch for the powerful lips at his neck. It was sending flurries of good things up and down him where the sensitive spot was brought to such a tender point before finally allowed to rest with the idea that she had just left something of herself with him. His eyes were half-lidded now, listless with comfort, and he practically radiated satisfaction.

[indominate]

"Mine," Robin growled possessively, his words causing her natural Dom possessiveness to return with a vengeance. Nails dug into his back slightly as she pulled his body closer to her, moving herself into a position where she seemed to be shielding him from the rest of the world and that the only thing that could touch him was her.

She hummed in response to his whimper, her voice pitched in such a way that it was distinctly her, commanding and loving and wild, and then pitched down to a soothing tone. Robin wanted him to feel safe and loved and accepted, so she had given him the cue that he would pick up on and react to. Part of her wanted to pull their clothes off so that it was just them, no fabric getting between them connecting in their shared space, but she knew he wasn't ready for that this time.

[substandards]

When Robin shifted, Peter moved along with her and curled himself under and around her as if to fit even better into the slot she had made. Those pinpricks at his back were nothing more than confirmation to her claim. She had him, he was hers, she was not going to let him go or let anything else get to him. He was safe.

Her tones only made him hold her closer, more precious, bury his face in her hair while she stayed at his neck. He was making his own sounds, nonsense words muffled by his position but no less sincere. It was a tone of himself, submissive and desperate and willing, and appreciation for Robin. He couldn't fathom why she was doing this, yet at the same time he couldn't possibly be more grateful for her presence, her action.

[indominate]

They were in sync, responding in kind to what the other has done and it was a great feeling considering how little Peter knew about anything involved in a D/s relationship. As much as she wants this to go on forever though, she knows it has to end, despite her urges to keep on going and force him to reaffirm his submission to her. She hums again, this time the pitch urging for calm and relaxing and cuddling, wanting him to wind back down into subspace bliss before pulling him out of the space.

Despite her plan to calm him down and pull him back into lucidity, she stayed in place, holding him protectively while she kissed his neck. She was riding high in her own Domspace and her instincts told her to keep going, keep pushing her sub as far as he could go, but she has had practice controlling her instincts and she reined them in. There would be time for that later.

[substandards]

He was happy. There was a lot going on under the surface, more than he could possibly understand right now, but Peter was happy. He didn't need to be anything but what he was right now, cocooned and cradled in the protective bubble of Robin holding him together while he made little noises in her hair whenever she pressed her lips to his neck.

It was a bit of a mixed signal, the stimulus and the vocal cue, and he settled for riding on the feeling of both and letting anything conscious drift away. All he wanted for right now was the sensation to mix with the emotion and leave everything else behind. Without realizing it, he had begun to make quiet noises, cheek pressed to the crown of Robin's head while he crooned in the feeling of certain safety.

[indominate]

Robin only kissed Peter's neck a couple more times before she stopped, her focus all on making sure he stayed calm. She knew that it was a mixed signal with the kiss, but she was happy with his progress and wanted to reward him for doing so well. When she first arrived, she had no idea that he would respond so well to a Dom's presence and it was definitely good that he had. That just made things easier for both of them in the long run.

When she heard the quiet noises Peter was making, she stilled and quieted, wanting to listen to him without interruption. It was adorable, hearing those noises come from him and her instincts flared up. It was all she could do to not squeeze him and make happy noises at him for being so cute. Instead she relaxed on him and listened to the noises he made and his breathing, content to just wait out his confusion from her mixed signals.

[substandards]

Those small noises continued, a litany of murmurs and breaths and sounds, while he shifted one last time to make himself as comfortable as possible. This ended up with one hand at the small of Robin's back and the other at the base of her neck, lightly tangled with her hair while the fingers of that hand stroked back and forth in a rhythm matching his vocalizations.

Eventually, even that died out when Peter simply slowed to a stop in the middle of his quiet and peaceful ocean and drifted. Nothing could ruin the moment for him, not while Robin was here to protect him from anything trying to reach him, and he savored the short eternity he was being given.

[indominate]

She waited for the calm to swallow him up and hold him for a few minutes before she made her move. Slowly, she unwrapped herself from him, pulling away so that she was straddling his waist, no longer laying on top of him like a protective covering. If she wanted to pull him back, the best thing would to break every connection she had made with him and reform new ones that would get him back to her.

"Peter," she said sharply, her tone one to focus his attention to her and carried none of the gentleness of her other cues. He was going to need a wake up call to get out of this one. "It's time for you to come back to me. Can you focus?"

[substandards]

Peter didn't want to give up that easily. She was moving and he didn't want that. He reached out as she got up and found her forearm, followed it down to her hand and held it there while he turned his head away in response to the tone. Despite trying to burrow down in the feeling, there were one too many connections broken for him not to feel the world slotting back into place.

"Nngh," he said succinctly, tone suggesting unhappiness and some confusion. He didn't want to focus, he wanted to stay where he was with her, just the two of them.

[indominate]

No matter what Peter did, he wasn't going to be able to stop Robin from pulling him back to his normal state of mind. His attempts to stay in subspace were incredibly weak compared to the force she was using to pull him back. She allowed him to hold her hand, but with her other hand, she grabbed his head and turned back to her.

"This isn't a fight you're going to win, Peter," she said sternly, keeping her voice at the same pitch. There was no doubt that she was going to pull him back and he would accept it. What little fighting he was doing was nothing. "Accept what I want you to do. Give in to my commands."

[substandards]

It was with extreme reluctance that Peter found clarity returning to him. At first, he didn't even look at Robin until she continued with her commanding tone and presence and then he slowly felt the calm slip into an emotional backburner while his thoughts started to become more coherent and less fantastic as time went on.

This had the unfortunate sideeffect of reminding him where exactly they were and the position they were in, and heat quickly spread up his neck and into his cheeks. "R-R-Robin," he said, timid and suddenly out of his depth while his emotions, subdued and freer than he could ever remember them being, tried to fit back somewhere regular. It was very hard when you had an incredibly beautiful woman sitting on you in your bed and dominating him into her every wonderful whim.

[indominate]

She didn't pull back her commanding presence until she saw him starting to truly come out of the drop, at which point she seemed to shrink, becoming more approachable to Peter. There was no plan to move from her spot on top of him until she was sure that he was truly back, but she did let go of his face and sit back, not trying to tower over him and make him.

"Welcome back, Peter. How do you feel?" Robin was no longer pitching her voice to control him, sounding just as calm and in charge as she had been before forcing him to drop.

[substandards]

Peter stared at her for a long moment, then tried to shift, pull himself out from under her without adding any more unnecessary contact. "Wow," he said without thinking about it. "That was... I'm okay," he said, uncertain as he poked around in his brain for signs of what had just happened. It had been utterly overwhelming and he knew that it was best thing he had ever felt before. "I think."

"How—how did you do that?" Although he was beyond denying that apparently, he was special enough to be an honest to God submissive, he still couldn't grasp the entirety of what that meant. Thankfully, he wasn't going to get too worked up over it when the glow of his recent trip into subspace was there to keep him steady, anchored and calm.

[indominate]

There wasn't any plan to stop him and instead she actually moved so that she was sitting next to him, taking hold of his hand and squeezing it gently. The aftereffects of their time in Dom/subspace together were still felt by her and she needed to touch him to keep herself grounded. "Feeling better than you were before we did this?"

At his question, she smiled, looking amused at what he asked. "As I told you before, I'm a Dom," she explained, her tone almost as if she thought that explained everything, but she was aware it didn't and continued on. "Your mind and body are hardwired to respond to a Dom like all subs are. You might not be aware of it on a conscious level, but everything I did to you was something you've been craving for a very long time."

[substandards]

Peter took a deep breath once they were apart, keeping his hand in hers as a lingering sentiment of their connection. It felt good still, despite his currently awkward dealings with the aftermath. Her grip was solid and real in the world where the edges were still blurred and not quite all there.

"It... it did feel pretty good," he mumbled, unsure of what to do with all of this information. "But it—all of that was just biological? Something that any Dom could have done? With any sub?"

[indominate]

There was definitely some amount of relief that he didn't pull away from the awkwardness of the situation and cut the small connection they had left. Everything was settling down now in her mind and she she glad for it. As much as she enjoyed it in the moment, it was somewhat frightening outside of it in these few moments right after it had happened.

"It's supposed to feel like that." She knew that this was a tough situation to be in, learning something new about yourself that you didn't even think possible by being thrown in the deep end and experiencing it for yourself. "Not all of it. Every sub is looking for something different that they need a Dom to fulfill and every Dom needs something that only specific subs can give them. You can't just find a Dom and expect them to be right for you.

[substandards]

Although he wasn't looking at her, Peter squeezed her hand momentarily. Right now he was just staring at his knees and down to his foot—the injured foot that had started all of this—and swallowed down a spike of fear of what would have happened if Robin hadn't come over. That was not something he wanted to think about right now.

"Was it right?" he asked. That was probably the weirdest part about this. Looking back onto what happened, he still couldn't take it in all that objectively. It had felt perfect and he already knew he wanted to go back at some point or another... and he wasn't sure how he was going to manage that. He didn't have the money and Robin wasn't going to be coming by again to deal with his meltdowns, so he would need to think of some other option. Somehow Peter had picked completely poorly in avoiding looking into his own submissive tendencies if one option was depression and the other was that. "For you? For me? I don't... that was—new."

[indominate]

Noticing him looking at his foot and what could have been if she didn't show up, Robin squeezed his hand in response, letting him know she was there by his side no matter what. Even if he didn't know it yet, she was there for good. He wasn't going to be able to be alone like he was again.

There was a pause, almost as if she was thinking about it. She remembered forcing him to submit to her, claiming him as her sub. If it hadn't been right, she wouldn't have made him hers. "Yes, it was right. For the both of us. We both needed something that the other could give." When she said that, she reached out and touched his neck. "There's a difference between necessity and an actual connection. We went to the latter instead of the former."