Colt Lynn

reminder || bolt, 8.24

Belle crossed her arms over her chest, just for something to do with her hands so she wouldn’t do something stupid like grab Colt tight and order him to never think something like that. Instead she just nodded, forcing herself to stay looking at him - to keep from showing weakness. Her jaw clenched slightly. “Well, you don’t seem to understand my explanation, so I’m not quite sure what else to say. Perhaps some space will be best after all. We jumped into living together quite quickly.” The words hurt to force out, and her body was cold with terror that he would figure out she wasn’t what he wanted - she wasn’t good enough for him, wasn’t male enough for him. 

reminder || bolt, 8.24

He had said it, but it still didn’t feel as though he believed it or was happy about it. “I know you have been, I’m just thinking out loud to avoid another misunderstanding in the future.” Belle opened her mouth to explain a bit more into what she was thinking, only to have her breath come out sharply, like she was punched in the gut. He was leaving her, after one disagreement? One misunderstanding and he was retreating to his own space? This time it was more difficult to hide the tremble of her lips, no matter how hard she pressed them together. Her face was blank, though the shine of her eyes was hard to hide. “If that’s what you think is best, I can’t stop you,” she finally said, her tone completely devoid of the usual warmth it held for Colt - because she had to be cold. She had to shut down, and she thought in the back of her mind that maybe it was a good thing Colt hadn’t gotten a tattoo of her name quite yet. Nothing had ever been official. And now, she wasn’t sure anything ever would be.

reminder || bolt, 8.24

“You didn’t seem very happy about it,” she said, though there was no heat or confidence behind her voice. Had she, once again, just let her stupid emotions color how she saw a situation? Belle let out a soft sigh, pressing her lips together again to keep from showing off the tremble that threatened to take over. “I… I know you like denial, you’ve proven that you’re capable of it and enjoy it. So perhaps it was wrong of me to consider that something special to share with you,” she said softly, almost more to herself than anything else. ”So I suppose this was just a mistake of mine that I won’t be repeating, and I’ll wait for you to ask for an orgasm instead of granting them.”

reminder || bolt, 8.24

Her lips trembled slightly, a crack that was beginning to show more than she cared to admit. It all came back to the deep-seated confusion that she could usually ignore, but this small change had just brought everything roaring to the forefront. Belle took a few moments to center herself, taking in a few deep breaths because like hell was she about to break in front of this confusing, frustrating, darling boy. “I don’t understand what you want from me,” she finally said, trying to keep her expression neutral though the pinched tightness of her features betrayed her effort to keep from breaking. “Because my wanting to get you off didn’t have to do with anything aside from making you cum - from giving something special to the boy I lo-” Belle choked on the word, clearing her throat. “And you just… asking not to have it feels like a slap in the face. And now you want me to be affectionate and - I don’t understand, Colt. So I just need you to tell me when you want me to own you and when you would rather maintain control over your own body.”

reminder || bolt, 8.24

“Do you want me to have control over your body, Colt?” The question flew from her lips without even realizing it. “Because I was under the impression that you did, so if that’s changed, you need to tell me. If there are limits on what I can do, you need to tell me. I didn’t realize that wanting to give you an orgasm was a limit now to the point where you would publicly refuse something that most regularly denied submissives would consider a gift. I don’t understand why your first instinct - after it’s been weeks since you’ve had the opportunity to get off - would be to say no. So if you would like to be in charge of when you can or can’t get off, you just have to tell me.” Belle tried to keep her voice as even and conversational as she could - despite how it felt like a rejection, another rejection from one of the two people whose rejections always cracked her hard exterior. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I just don’t understand the reaction.”

reminder || bolt, 8.24

Belle tried to quash the queasy feeling in her stomach. “Who said anything about a punishment? I’m not trying to punish you,” she said, her voice a little softer. Of course, the first time she tried to flex as the Domme Colt seemed to want, it goes sideways. She set down the cage in her hand and stepped back. “If I ever punish you there will be clear reasons for it, and there will be no question about it.”

reminder || bolt, 8.24

She arched one brow, her lips pressing together in a thinner line as Colt didn’t move to obey. “I do. I’m aware of all of your kinks you’ve shared, Colt. Which is why this reminder is necessary. Your body is mine. You are mine,” she said, her voice low. “I decide when you receive pleasure, and when you’re denied. If that’s no longer an arrangement you’re interested in, you are free to tell me. But until then? That’s how things are, and I think you’re well due to remember that.” It felt odd to be talking to Colt, her good boy, so seriously. But this was called for.

reminder || bolt, 8.24

Her brows furrowed slightly at his comment, her face otherwise her normal, smooth expression. The furrow disappeared quickly though, a mere ghost of emotion flitting across her delicate features. “I did, but you didn’t seem very grateful for the opportunity, so I changed my mind.” Picking up the cage, she raised a brow at her boy. “Strip and sit on the bench. We’ll get this on before we begin to make sure my toy is completely restrained,” Belle said, running her fingers over the plastic of the small cage.

reminder || bolt, 8.24

She’d successfully shaken off the sting of Colt’s unintended insult to her. She knew he hadn’t meant it, that his innocent suggestion was meant to build on their journey to denial. And maybe it was a good wake up call. At least this time Colt wasn’t about to have a panic attack after she had a soft moment. She left the door open as she set up, the skirt of her minidress fluttering around her thighs as she moved. She got a bench set up under hanging cuffs, a mounted dildo fixed to the end of the bench. On a table to the side lay lube, a vampire mitt and a thick black marker, along with a small cock cage. Her boy wanted a nub cage, he’d get one. 

And hopefully - she could get herself back in line once she was finished giving Colt his reminder.

@colt-lynn

Colt was smiling as he walked into the room. It wasn’t often they played in a room like this, preferring Belle’s dorm room before the fire, or the bedroom at the hotel, these days. But it was definitely nice to try somewhere else, every so often. As far as he was concerned, he was eager for every chance to impress with his denial kink, and he’d never been shy about showing that off to the people that mattered to him.