Déjà Vu – Over the Edge

Daisy Jane Vanderbilt 03Taken from: Déjà Vu

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Daisy wiped the steam off the bathroom mirror with her towel. She had just gotten out of the shower to get a head start with her hair. Links was still in the shower, finishing up.

There was no finer way to start this morning than wrapped around his body while hot water rolled down her aching frame.

She smiled at her image in the mirror. It was that ache which reminded her she was no longer a virgin. She had waited 25 years, held out that long and she often wondered what state of mind she would be in once she had been deflowered. Would she regret the decision? Would she cherish it? Was it have been with the right guy or with a one-night stand-er whom she would never see again? Was he gentle or was he rough? Did it hurt so badly that she counted the seconds until it was over or did she submit to him, waiting until he finished without fussing?

She wrapped her arms around herself and closed her eyes, remembering that first moment when he entered inside her. Being filled within was a sensation she had often dreamt about and it was as overwhelming as she thought it would be.

She slid her hand down her belly, over the hood and onto her labia. She was still sore and tender to even her own touch, but that was the ache she had waited all her life to feel.

Was she any different now? No. She was still herself, yet inside, in her heart, in her emotions and in her perceptions of life, she was made brand new by a single experience.

And biting her bottom lip as she re-envisioned him on top of her, she could now say that she would cherish the decision to offer herself to him because he was definitely the right guy. He was gentle, but also rough and though it hurt she never wanted it to end.

“What are you thinking about?” she heard Link’s voice say as his arms wrapped around her and his left hand traveled down overtop of hers between her legs.

She shuddered at first, not having heard him turn off the shower or step out of it. But soon, his presence melted her back into the comfort she enjoyed inside his arms and his world.

“Whatever was on your mind, hmm?” Links said, parting the lips of her labia with her fingers before pressing in with his hand.

She winced from the soreness, but smiled as she opened her eyes to see their entwined image in the mirror. Reaching up with her right hand, she ran her fingers through the hair on the back of his head, scratching his scalp with her fingernails, a sensation he had grown to love.

“I was thinking of you, Daddy,” she whispered in a breathy, soft tone. “And I’m ready to do it all.”

Their eyes met in the mirror and her lust began to dance behind the irises burning back at him.

“Tell me what you’re thinking now,” he said, gazing at her image.

His arms around her were filling her with thoughts that knew no boundaries of discretion and modesty, but she withheld the wild side she was fantasizing about. Her former professor was asking her a question.

“I love you Daddy,” she said, feeling the security inside his tight grip of her frame. “I love how you make me feel when I’m with you. I mean something to you. I’m important to you.”

She could get the basic thought out, but she was having trouble finding the words to describe it. This was a problem she had sometimes. And it was a little ironic that she often had this problem when she took Link’s course last semester.

She would raise her hand and know what she wanted to say but couldn’t get the words out.

Here she was with him again, trying to stumble through her thoughts.

She enjoyed being taken by you last night. It hurt and it was painful and it changed her in a way she just could bring detail to.

Devotion was the word that escaped her. It was a devotion to him, a closeness that ached for necessity. She now felt like his possession and his pride. And she wanted to be nothing more than that.

“Sometimes you have to hurt to feel good,” she said quickly, trying to get herself back together. “I really like the pain of that.”

“Tell me why,” he said with a monotone quality as he began to drive the emotions out of her, one agonizing word at a time.

“Sometimes you have to hurt to feel good,” she said quickly, trying to get herself back together.  “I really like the pain of that.”

“Tell me why,” he said with a monotone quality as he began to drive the emotions out of her, one agonizing word at a time.

Links had enjoyed watching her agonize through her first time.  And he enjoyed seeing her feel that pain for the first time, knowing that every time afterwards would hurt less and feel better.

“Because pain makes me focus in on something a lot more.  If it’s physical, then it controls me,” she said, stumbling through meaning.  “It brings the fantasies out of my mind and places them inside my body.”

He kept his left hand pressed in between her legs as his right hand traveled up her midriff, between her rib cage, through her cleavage and reaching her throat.  He tilted her chin up and leaned in towards her right ear.

“Tell me of the fantasies that pain brings you,” he whispered into her ear.

The mind fucking had begun.  And she cowered inside is grip.  She feared it as much as she craved it.  And it was that mixture of emotions that brought arousal to her thoughts.

“I want to feel my worth when totally under your thumb,” she whispered back.  “I want to find that place where I’m completely broken of will and completely dependent on you for everything.”

She felt his right hand moving down to her breasts, finding her left nipple and rolling it between his thumb and finger.

“Under my thumb, hmm?” he asked as the pinches made her wince.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered with a tone barely audible and knees that were weakening.

“Tell me more.  I’m intrigued,” he said, cupping her breast in his hand.

Daisy leaned forward as he pressed his weight against her, putting her hands on the bathroom counter to brace them both.

“I won’t tell you what I want anymore,” she said, feeling she had done something wrong.  “Instead, I’ll beg you for it and I’ll accept what you give me because you own me now.”

“Don’t beg.  Not yet,” he said, clutching her body.  “I want to hear what you really want. But I want you to speak it from within yourself.  You have reservation still.  It’s time to let go of that and be bold, even if just one more time.”

“I don’t know what to say, Links,” she said, beginning to tremble.

“Yes, you do,” he insisted.  “Find the words.”

Daisy closed her eyes as tears rolled down her cheeks.

“I don’t want to say the wrong thing,” she whimpered.  “Can’t you see how much I love you?”

“I see it.  I feel it and I know it,” he said firmly.  “But the question is: how much do you trust me?”

“I trust you,” she said, trying to keep together what little composure she had left.

“When Pain is physical, it’s powerful.  And you’re right that sometimes you have to hurt to feel good,” he said, squeezing both of his hands as she whimpered at the soreness.  “But don’t let Pain into your mind.  Don’t let it into your thoughts.  When you do that, you close off everything good that could possibly happen.  Like the ability to love, the ability to abide … and the ability to say what’s in your heart.”

“I want to feel the control of your touch, but I want to feel it so deeply that I begin to obey what it tells me to.  Because I know … the physical for me is the mental for you,” Daisy said, trying to equal his philosophies.

“Don’t write me a term paper, Miss Vanderbilt,” Links said.

“I want to feel you inside my thoughts,” she said quickly, trying to find the right words.

“You spend too much time up inside that head of yours,” he said, embracing her from behind.

She opened her eyes and looked at their entwined images in the mirror.

“All my life, I’ve had to make what’s inside my head the best it could be!” Daisy said with anger as the tears overran her voice.  “I had to be smart because nobody would listen otherwise!”

“And now that you have someone who will listen to you, you have nothing to say,” Links replied calmly.

She stood there in silence.  He was right.  At last, she could speak and be heard.  Yet she didn’t know what to say to him.

“You will still be the Illuminati you have always been.  Speak from your heart,” he said firmly, trying to instill confidence in her.  “Tell Daddy what you want and make every word count.”

She turned to him and he released his grip of her.  She grabbed either side of his face, leaned up and kissed him as long and as hard as she could.  Her nails sunk into the sides of his face.  He embraced her, lifted her up and planted her to the bathroom wall.

Her face was stained with tears.  Her eyes were flashing with the insecurities she had tried to so hard to keep from him, but he had driven them out of her.  He pushed her until she broke and now she was exposed to him completely.

And it was at that moment of seething, unrefined emotion that she found the words she was looking for all along.

“Take me over the edge, Daddy and don’t allow me to come back until I’ve learned what I need to submit to you and you only,” she said, gritting her teeth.  “Fuck my mind.  Then my body.  Then my soul.  Make me your possession forever.  Unsettle me, break me down and build me again as you want me to be so that I never feel insecure again … so that I know what your love for me is all about.”

Links looked into her eyes, seeing the center of her soul and seeing she had bared her all to him.

“As you wish,” he said firmly.  “Let’s begin that journey now.  I’ll not only show you what my love is about, but I’ll make it your love as well.”

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Follow Daisy Jane Vanderbilt as she seeks the experience of total submission to Links, her Daddy and Dominant. He has opened doorways she never knew even existed and now she wants it all.

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