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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]

Thankfully, that was the position Robin wanted him in and she sat down on the bed next to him. She was looking at him once again, wondering how to start first when she smiled and then placed a finger on his neck, running it down the length of his body with her nail scraping lightly against his skin. It was easy to tell that he wasn't quite at the place where she needed him yet, so she hummed at him with desire and want and dominance to make him squirm a bit for her.

Then, she moved to straddle him, just close enough to tease what she wasn't going to give him and then she leaned down, hands gripping his shoulders as she renewed her attack on his neck, wanting to start her claiming in a familiar place. She started to move downward, hands moving to his side to dig her nails in while she sucked and bit at his shoulders, nothing too painful, but definitely going to leave marks. She was going to mark his entire body and he was going to enjoy it.

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It was definitely a tease to be sitting over him that way, her tones sending him signals that he didn't dare try to act on. He wanted to submit, there was no question that he wanted to do everything she would ask of him, yet the rest of her was making him twitch and have to fight to hold still. She was testing him, teasing and worming around and he whimpered at her game. Part of it in pleasure, part of it in frustration and all of it in submission.

When she began her work on him, it was easy to get lost. Just letting the feeling of her love press through his skin and her embedding her claim through every touch. His hands flexed once, twice, moved to hold at her hips for needing something to hold onto while he rode through her marking. Whatever pinpricks he was feeling weren't registering as pain, only inspiring moans of pleasure while the sensations crawled up his spine and into his brain.

[indominate]

She was definitely testing him and so far, he was passing the test. Temptation was being dangled in front of him and he wasn't taking the bait despite how much he wanted to. She stopped her previous humming to hum approval at how well he was behaving. When she was done, she would definitely reward him.

From his shoulders, Robin started going down his arm, paying close attention to the sensitive skin on the inside of his arm. Moving it from where Peter had placed it, she sat back and down onto his lower abdomen as she got further up his arm towards his hand. Once she got to his hand, she kissed his palm a few times before taking each finger into her mouth separately, licking and sucking on each digit for a moment before moving on to the next.

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It was good, he was being good, she was praising him for it. She didn't even have to say anything, he could almost feel it in her tone, her actions, and that was more than enough for him. Those light touches and her firm grip and everywhere in between was making it impossible to focus, his only sense of movement and time being her progress along his body while she made it hers in such an intimate way.

Involuntarily, his hips twitched forward, a driving action thanks to the lips around his fingers. His sense-imagination was going wild and he moaned, tried to hold himself to the bed while he blinked up toward the ceiling in a daze.

[indominate]

Robin knew exactly what she was doing. Even in the act of claiming him, she was teasing and pushing him further along. The noises he was making were only encouraging her to do more to get him to respond to her. Holding his hand by the worst, she ran it down her body and then placed it on her leg. She'd get to the other arm, but first she had something else to do.

Placing her hands at his side, she leaned forward a bit and slid down his body a bit so that she could sit with him inside of her. Her hands moved to grab his hips and keep him still, knowing that his first response would be to move up to meet her, which wasn't what she wanted right now. No, this was going to be another test for him. "Don't move," she ordered firmly, putting the full force of her dominance down on him with those two words pitched just right. "If you do, we'll stop."

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Peter made a rather pathetic sound, body already trembling by the strength of her command fighting against the instinctual reaction he wanted so dearly to give into. His body tensed, grip turning hard on Robin's leg and the blanket beside him, legs locking to keep from squirming around. He couldn't help but stare at her, breath coming in measured gasps.

How was he supposed to not move when everything was right there for him? She had ordered it, and she was going to stop if he did but it was one set of instincts against another and his brain was going to end up running in circles. He curled his toes, shuddered, let his head flop back and tried so very hard not to start moving. "Fuck," he muttered helplessly.

[indominate]

She took a moment to take in Peter's struggle with his instincts versus her command. It was exhilarating seeing how much power she had over him and knew that this was only the beginning of the control she would eventually have over him. Soon, there wouldn't even be a fight between him following her orders and what his instincts wanted to do. She looked forward to him getting to that point and being fully hers.

When Peter spoke, she laughed softly and leaned down to kiss him. It was so very frustrating for him, but she couldn't help but find it amusing. She then started on his other arm, marking it as hers from shoulder down to wrist. Once she got down to his hand again, she paused. "You've been such a good sub so far. I know you'll follow my orders," she said, pride lacing her tone alongside everything else. Robin knew that he'd do his best to do right by her. She had no doubt about that.

[substandards]

Peter was slowly getting used to the feeling of being inside but unable to take advantage of it. That wasn't to say it wasn't driving him insane, only furthering his body's tenacity to try and make something of it, but he was working as hard as he could to keep himself still and equalize out. It wasn't all just a challenge, however, not when Robin was maintaining her attention on him and not forgetting what a good sub he was being.

As long as she was there to nudge him forward, he would go as far as he could in her name. His fingers curled in her grasp, tension working its way up and down his body while he controlled his reactions. "Yes," he said, voice strained but eager. "Yes. Yes. Please."

[indominate]

Once his fingers curled, she kissed his hand, humming softly as she did. She was no longer trying to tease him to make things worse, instead focusing on claiming him. Like with his other hand, she ran it down her body and rested it on her leg to keep it out of the way. Her next target was his chest and she adjusted herself so that she could bite and claw his skin, trying to leave as many marks as she could on his skin that she could.

"You're doing very good so far," Robin said, praising him for his obedience and control over his body. Since she was at his chest, she gave one of his nipples a suck as a reward for his behavior thus far. He deserved it for what she had put him through. "I'll take care of you, my lovely little sub. But until then, you need to hold on and listen to my orders."

[substandards]

It was when she adjusted that Peter had the hardest time. Every little movement was sending a signal throughout him and he couldn't help but make a small push while she made to take his torso. The pain was nothing, no longer even pain, and he sighed in a powerful rush as her possessive actions were settling into his bones.

"Y-yes," he said once more. "Anything. Anything." He was hers in everything that he could give, only asking for everything that she was willing to part with in return.

[indominate]

There was a limit to what she could do in this position to mark him, but she didn't plan to move just yet. She had him right where she wanted him and to move too early before he had control of himself would just ruin whatever time she put into this so far. What she was ignoring was the fact that she was only human and getting turned on by this as well, despite the supposed lack of reaction to everything they were doing together. Feeling him inside of her, her body tight around him as if to keep him in place, was making her legs tingle and cause her take notice of her own physical responses. It wasn't the time for that and she did her best to push any desires and reactions away.

Because she couldn't mark him properly just yet, she moved herself back into her sitting position and grabbed Peter's arms, pulling him up with her before she kissed him, rough and controlling as her hands wrapped around him. Robin growled into the kiss, wanting nothing more than to show off her dominance to the sub that she was claiming as her own. Then she revealed the main reason she had repositioned them a bit by having her nails dig into the skin on his back and dragged them down his back, using them to mark him where she couldn't with her mouth.

[substandards]

Every bit of control that Robin exerted over him, Peter gave up willingly. He wanted for nothing while she was content with everything he could offer, taking in every one of her breaths as his own. He mumbled nothings into the kiss, gasps of hopes and appreciation and true submission of whatever control he may have had left. Now that they were sitting, his arms automatically went around her back, one resting on the other side of her waist while the other gripped at her shoulder in order to maintain his own balance. He arched into the long raking motions, keening in pleasure while trying not to break away from anything she was doing.

How it had really come to this was a mystery. What he truly didn't understand was why it wasn't like this every moment of every day, just safety and love and nothing but her owning him and protecting him. It was hard to even conceptualize a world without her from where he was in his own head. His own passion was burning bright yet he was holding on, tethered to her commands to wait. She would deal with it on her own time, and he believed that completely.

[indominate]

Usually during this, Robin would stay quiet so as to hear what her sub was saying, but she wasn't now, being just as vocal as he was and responding to his noises with ones of her own, full of dominance and need and ownership. It wasn't about what he wanted this time, it was about what needed to happen to make him hers and what his wants were didn't come into play at the moment. That was a nice bonus when it happened, but it definitely wasn't the main goal of this time together.

Robin ended the kiss and pulled Peter closer to her so his head could rest on her shoulder and so she could admire the angry red lines running down his back. Her body shuddered a bit at the pleasure she derived from seeing her marks on her sub with nothing to hide them. One hand went up to pet Peter's hair for a brief moment before she grabbed a good bit of it and held onto it tight. "You've been so good staying still for me," she said with an air of praise. "But for what I need to do next, I'll have to move off of you. Can you handle that?"

[substandards]

Their sounds mixing was almost like music. Call and answer, push and pull, they were in a sort of rhythmless tune marked by the heat of their bodies and intensity of their claim. It helped to drown out a whole lot of other things slowly trying to bubble up in Peter's head to distract him and he wasn't going to stop any time soon. Only the moment existed.

When she pulled away and let his head rest, Peter took the opportunity to catch his breath. Every pull of air was accompanied by some small sound or another while every exhalation was punctuated with a kiss to her shoulder, and he was left sorting what individual sensations were coursing through his body in the small moment of peace. His head was suddenly pulled back and he winced involuntarily, looking on at her with flushed features and a completely open expression. Out of habit, he tried to nod as he promised, "Yes. Yes, of course. You want me to?"

[indominate]

"Yes, I do. I'm going to finish claiming you as mine and once I'm done with that, I'll allow you the release you desire so much and let you come inside me," she answered as she watched how he was responding to her. Peter was getting closer to how she wanted him and that was something she was looking forward to. Making him into something that was one hundred percent hers and banishing from his mind everything including his own wants was what she was working towards and she wasn't going to stop until he got to that point.

Letting go of his hair, she put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. She slid herself off him agonizingly slow, knowing that she'd cause a reaction from him. Then, she moved to his side and pushed him back down on the bed so that she could easily access his abdomen and attacked, biting and sucking and kissing the skin there to add more marks to her collection, not being quiet in her vocalizations so as to get Peter to respond with her as he had done before. To Doms and subs, that was a kind of music, an intimate one that differed between each individual and each partnership. It was theirs and theirs alone.

[substandards]

That was all Peter needed to know. It helped soothe his mind and kept him within his moment of bliss. If she wanted him to continue being good, if she wanted to make sure every inch of him belonged to her, there was nothing in him that wanted any different. He shuddered and gave a quiet hiss as she pulled away, thighs clenching and body tensing while he tried not to hold her back and stay where they were. His mind was hardly in control, instincts and physical reactions reigning over him, and half of him wanted nothing more than to finish what was being started. His hips twitched and he let out a breathy groan.

When she laid him out again and he was once again being made into hers, every spot she tended added another piece of himself to her ownership. It was almost a real, physical reaction that Peter could feel of losing himself, giving himself over. This was definitely how it should be, Peter helpless to anything Robin desired of him. With her at his side, his hand reached out automatically and rested on her head in need for every bit of contact he could make.

[indominate]

There was a pause when she felt his hand rest on her head. It felt comforting having him initiate contact with her like that, especially since that meant that they were getting closer to what she was trying to achieve. The brief moment of comfort passed as she returned to the task of marking him, moving down his body more so that she reached his hips, biting the one closest to her hard. She moved to the other side of him to do the same with that hip as well.

Once done with that, she spread his legs apart and moved to sit between them before she bent down to bite and suck of the sensitive skin on his inner thighs. It was definitely apparent that she was deliberately ignoring his groin, not because she was doing that for last, but because in her mind, she had already marked it by having him inside of her. She wasn't going to do anything to actively harm him or push him too far sexually to the point where her encouragement in getting him turned by her was pointless. After, everything she had done so far was part of her plan to claim him. There were reasons for everything.

[substandards]

Not reacting to Robin's new location was difficult, ever so difficult when his brain was gone and all he had left was sensation and Robin herself. He couldn't help but bring one of his legs up, toes curling and hands clenching in equal measures to Robin's hair and the bedspread while he shuddered and rode out the response to her attentions so close to where he wanted attention the most.

More and more as Robin worked, Peter slipped away. They were working themselves to the end, where there would be no start to Peter and everything belonging to Robin. He didn't stop to wonder what would happen then, just waited in eager anticipation for her to take him in whatever way she wanted.

[indominate]

For once, Robin wasn't going to tease him, instead focusing on marking his legs, going down them one at a time with her mouth and hands, taking great care to not miss a spot. When she gets down to the foot that was injured, she merely kisses the top of that foot. For the other one, she massages the bottom of his foot with her hands for a minute before she puts it back down and moves back up closer to the rest of him, still placed between his legs.

"You're mine now," she said, her voice pitched just right to show her dominance over him. Then she moved up, sprawling onto him and kissing his neck. Everything was good now and she knew it was time to reward him for behaving so well why she marked him and ordered him into an uncomfortable situation. He definitely deserved her not being a tease for just a little bit longer. "I did promise you a reward for doing so well. I give you permission to claim it."

[substandards]

His foot had mostly healed by now. All that were left of that fateful week before were small scabs slight pink marks indicating a missing layer of skin and soon even those would fade. Once Robin came to lay on top of him, he wrapped his arms around her back, and breathed sharply for the attention at his neck and let it fall back. He could feel that need bubbling up inside him and ticking away at his brain, Robin's permission bringing it all to the forefront of his mind.

"Yours," he murmured, breaths loud against his voice. He began to squirm, unsure of how she would want him to do this from where she was, unsure and desperate but not ready to make an incorrect move and displease her.

[indominate]

She gave him a moment to try and figure out what to do, but when he didn't do much outside of squirm, she took matters into her own hands. Positioning herself properly, she pushed herself back down onto him and exhaled a shuddering breath. She may not be planning on joining Peter in enjoying their intimacy to the fullest, but her body couldn't deny just how good it felt having him back inside her after removing him prematurely. This was for Peter's pleasure and not her own. She'd deal with herself later once they were done.

"Go on then. I gave you permission," she urged sharply, definitely backing that with an order. It was almost adorable how he wasn't immediately responding to this. That was definitely something she was going to train out of him, but for now, she had better things to worry about. Like what roles they would play in their scenes from now on and try figuring out what exactly he would like so they could do it together and make their time together even better.

[substandards]

Peter jerked when she settled around him, a shudder of pleasure running down his spine. It was like taking a breath of fresh air at the sudden influx and permission. He shifted his hands to take her hips and hold on while he began to thrust into her, cautious for only a moment while he found a rhythm and then strong and confident.

She was perfect. That was the only conclusion he could come to when she was so tight and slick and giving him so much. Every little bit of build-up, every step closer to his climax, he was making noise of some sort. It was all grateful, happy, appreciative and completely hers.

[indominate]

Once Peter started to thrust inside of her, she grasped his shoulders tightly and started to move with him, easily getting into sync with him. She thrust down onto him, pushing him further into her than he could have managed on his own in that position, wanting him to get the most out of this. All of this was for Peter and not herself, so she was going to do everything possible to have him gain the most enjoyment from it.

During this, she was being extremely vocal, responding to Peter's noises with her own. Moans and gasps were the most common, but there were words peppered in every so often, all pitched with desire and urging him to push himself more. Even during his reward, she was controlling him in any way she saw fit, though thankfully it was to his own advantage which currently coincided with what she wanted.

[substandards]

He got lost in the motions. It was an ebb and flow between the two of them, strong as the tide and just as easy to get caught in the undertow. Her words, her voice, her body, her heat, her everything. It was all he could think about as he pushed himself further and further, coming ever closer to the blissful end awaiting him. His motions became more frantic, voice a strained and powerful tension just waiting for release.

It finally came, and he was swept away by the climax. He cried out, arch and shuddered and eventually fell back with a long, shaky and satisfied sigh. Eyes half-lidded, he looked up at Robin in adoration when he said, "Thank you."

[indominate]

She rode him through his climax, not stopping until she knew he was done, once she could feel him coming inside of her. Everything beforehand was her marking him, but this little reward she had allowed him was secretly her making him mark her so that they belonged to each other. For as unbalanced as things seemed in their roles, this was one thing that they were equal in, even though Robin had yet another sub that she had claimed as hers. In this moment, she was Peter's and that all that mattered.

Easing herself off of him, she smiled at his thanks and kissed him on the forehead before she snuggled herself up against Peter's side, an arm and leg draped over his body in an almost protective manner. Looking at him, she relaxed a bit and sighed. "Ah, I think I know what you'll be to me from now on," she said, her voice filled with contentment and love. "You'll be my lovely pet."