Shared Serenity, Part Two

Turning and giving a gentle tug on her hand, he led her further down the beach. Content and happy, she followed him readily. At times, she would playfully break away from him, and take off. He'd run after her, a big, goofy grin on his face. Every time he'd reach her, she'd giggle with delight as he would grab her and pull her close, sometimes delivering a couple of firm swats to her bottom. As they continued walking, the warm water lapped at their feet, soothing away the pain of the day, and the sounds of nature lulled them both into a peaceful serenity. Conversation flowed like music, some spoken, much unspoken. The gentle guiding of his hand on hers, the looks that were exchanged often said all that needed to be said. This was an aspect she adored. . . . . the ability to just be. . . . . to not have to fill the silence with idle chatter. When the words came, they came naturally, and they flowed. . . . . As he lapsed into silence, she felt the subtle shift in mood. As his demeanor changed, she began to read the minute cues that let her know what he was thinking. . . . Her mind wandered back to earlier in the day, and she, too, began to go through a shift in body language. As her feelings of submission began to well up, she became much more willing to be led the further they walked. She drank in the singing of the birds, and the waves crashing against the shore filled her mind. She recognized long ago that they were far away from humanity. . . . . . She quickly glanced around and saw no power lines, buildings, boats, or even trash. . . . . . She was awestruck with the beauty, and her heart swelled with the privilege of being able to share this special moment with him. Her mind quickly returned to it's prior train of thought as she felt his attention focus sharply on something in the distance. She followed his light tugging without resistance, focusing on the feeling of his hand around hers, and when she looked up, the rock filled her vision. She quickly glanced up into his eyes and searched them for his intent. . . . and his intent was clear. Looking at the ground, she was overwhelmed with emotion. She was struck with the emotion of being his, of his leadership, of his love, of his simple joy. She was struck with THEIR joy, and perfection of the moment.

Looking back up into his eyes, her gaze held a simple sense of love, joy, and submission. It was a glow he cherished; a look he craved. He gently brushed a strand of hair out of her face, all the while holding her soft, yet charged, gaze. Silently turning, he led her closer to the rock. Leaning casually against it, he again sought out her gaze.

“Who are you, beautiful?”

Head slightly tilted to the side, a gently joy brimming in her voice, she held his look as she answered. “I’m yours, sir.”

Nuzzling down by her head, he lightly began to kiss her neck as he whispered into her hair, “What are you?”

Coming to her toes, she began to return the favor. Lightly tracing his jaw line with kisses, she replied, “I’m loved, sir.”

Gently, slowly, he eased onto the rock, bringing her with him. Settling her between his legs, he pulled her close to his chest. Her back was to his body, his arms firmly around her, his head nestled into hers.

“What do you offer me, love?”

Gazing out over the horizon, the sunset had reached peak color. The golden flame drizzled over the ocean, and the pinks were fading into darker colors. She brought her hands to his arm as she nestled even closer to his body. Her words lulled by the ocean, she openly offered her complete submission, with every fiber of her being.