The door opened before the third knock. She must have been standing there waiting. The thought warms me as I look into her pale cream face. Her skin is smooth and spotless except for the tiny freckle under her left eye. Liquid aquamarine eyes hold my gaze as my fingers brush softly up her defined cheek bone. I drag my fingers through her silky smooth onyx hair and cup the back of her head in my hand.
I pull her to my mouth and kiss her gently. She pulls me over the threshold with her lips staying locked to mine; her tongue tracing the slit between my lips. My tongue slithered out to brush hers and her hands ghosted across my hips and up my spine. I shivered in her arms and she clutched me tight before breaking the kiss.
“Hey” I sighed out anticlimactically.
She smiled at me and moved to brush her full strawberry pink lips against mine. Her lips caressed my jaw before flitting over my cheeks, eyelids and ending with a kiss on the tip of my nose.
“Hey to you too.”
Sienna curled her hand into mine and twined our fingers together. She pulled my arm with a jerk and I had no choice but to stumble forward after her. She led me through her living room and up the stairs. She paused in front of her door and swung my arm around to pin my back up against it. She leaned into me and pressed her breasts against my body. Her tongue flicked out over the skin under my ear.
“It’s your birthday, I hope you don’t have plans for the rest of the evening.” Her breath was hot and wet against my ear.
“I have plans for you.” She added.
I froze at the sudden hint of malice in her lusty tone; polar opposite from our greeting. She licked out at my neck, dragging her tongue from the hollow of my throat up to the base of my jaw and under my ear. I shuddered violently against the door and she wrapped her fingers tightly around my upper arms. One of her hands snaked its way up my arm towards my shoulders. She pushed my long hair off my neck and reached into her back pocket with the other hand, never relenting the beautiful torture on my throat.
I heard a soft metallic clink and looked into her shining ice blue eyes. My breath caught in my throat and her hand wrapped tightly around it, cutting off the hitch. I closed my eyes against her glinting, glassy stare.
A strong familiar smell pulled my eyes open and I looked at the thick strap of midnight leather in her left hand making its way towards my neck.
“I bought you something.” She purred.
Her hand released me and the soft band of leather replaced her warm tight hand. She gently lifted my hair and pulled the strap against my throat, tighter than her hand, before clasping the metal end-pieces together. I closed my eyes against the snug coolness of the collar on my neck and huffed a contented but lustful sigh. Feather soft, her lips pressed against mine. She licked at my lower lip and pulled her face away; hands already working the buttons of my blouse. She had the top five or so undone before she lowered her head into my cleavage and brushed her lips along the edge of my silver grey bra. She finished the buttons and pushed me back against the door, softer this time, by my ribs. Her thumbs worked under the wire of my bra, massaging skin into bone. She pushed in one hard, tight circle and I gasped, knowing there would be bruises. She looked up at my sharp intake with an unreadable face but her brows furrowed as if she were angry. I brought up my hand to smooth them out but she smacked it away. Reaching under my arm she twisted the door knob, threw the door open and shoved me inside in one swift motion. Before I could fall backward, she grabbed my upper arm tight and whipped me around to face the room, my back to her. She ripped the shirt off my shoulders and threw it to the floor before I had time to register her room.
My eyes widened in shock. There was a surgical looking metal cart next to the bed with numerous leather and metal objects on it. She replaced her normal white bed sheets with black silk ones. I was pulled out of my surprised state by her hands roughly undoing the buttons and zipper of my slacks. They slid down my legs and she pushed me forward a single step and kicked them off my feet. Her hands traced the top outline of my quicksilver panties and elicited a near shriek from me when her teeth clamped down on the tender muscle between my neck and shoulders. She let go and licked hungrily at the new mark, soothing the pain and sending shivers down my spine. She slunk around my body to face me; mouth and hands never leaving my skin. She looked into my eyes with a mixture of eagerness, lust, and caution. She gently touched my jaw with her fingertips and cradled my face in her hands.
“What word do you want to use?”
“Uh, what?” I looked at her questioningly.
“Safe-word. So I know when to stop. If you say ‘stop’, I won’t. If you say ‘wait’, I’ll give you no more than thirty seconds to recover yourself before I start again, but you have to come up with your own safe-word to end it all.” She said all this calmly, with only the slightest hint of excitement given away through her sparkling eyes.
“Oh. Um, let me think for a minute. . . How about ‘belladonna’?”
“That sounds pretty. What does it mean?”
“It’s a poisonous plant thats used in muscle-relaxers.”
I chuckle at the surprised look on her face. Sienna’s hand reaches out, her palm and closed fingers slap sharply across my face. My jaw drops and she pushes it up with one finger and a hard, cold look in her eyes.
“That’s enough. Get on your knees.” It’s a command, not a request.
My fingers move to touch my stinging face as I sink to my knees. I can feel the burn of her fingers from my lips to my ear. My cheek bone feels bruised. Sienna pushes my hands away before they make contact and growls down at me, “Don’t touch it or you will get another one. Don’t do anything until I say it’s OK. Do you understand me?”
I nod my head and stare lustfully into her eyes. My nipples harden as I realize my biggest fantasy is finally coming true. I struggle hard to keep the elation out of my features but she caught it in my eyes before I could hide it away.
“Do you think this is fun? You are going to be punished.” Her voice is lower than I have ever heard before.
“You are going to cry and bleed and I am going to lick your tears when I’m done with you.” She added huskily and I barely detected the slight hint of lust at the end of her statement.
I lower my eyes, afraid they will betray me again, and nod my head. She steps back and starts to circle me. From behind, she grips onto my shoulders and pushes me down to sit on my ankles. She pushes my head down and unhooks my bra. Her short nails dig into my shoulders and arms as she slides the straps down. She hooks her finger in the collar and jerks my head up. Pulling it towards her until my back is a straight line and my bra falls onto the floor by my knees. With her finger still pulling the choker, she pushes my hair in front of my shoulders and leans down to lick my neck. Her hand travels through my hair and traces the line of my collar bone. Her deft fingers move to my breasts. She pinches and kneads my right nipple and flicks her nail across my left one. I jump at the sharp pain and a moan escapes my lips. She twists her finger around the collar, pulling the strap tighter to my throat, to effectively stifle it.
She lets go after a second and I can feel her bare foot on the top of my back. She pushes my back into the hardwood floor and I press my still stinging cheek to the cold wood. Her hand reaches between my legs and lifts my ass off my ankles. Her finger traces around the edges of the silver satin between my thighs and my legs start to shake.
“I can smell your cunt from here and I haven’t even taken these off.”
She snaps the the elastic waistband of my panties against my tailbone. Her fingers brush my neck before digging her nails into my flesh and dragging them sharply down my back. I let out a soft grunt as I feel her hair flow onto my skin and her hot tongue touch the base of my spine. She licks at the little dimples and slides my panties down my thighs to my knees. She draws one continuous lick as she runs her tongue up my spine, leaving a trail of liquid warmth. My back arches involuntarily and her breasts push against each of my ass cheeks. She makes it to the top and blows cool air on the strip of wet from my neck to my coccyx. Another violent shiver rakes through my body. I press my nipples into the cold floor and arch my backside farther into the air.
The creak of the floor alerts me to her movement and I twist my head around to look at her. She’s looks back and throws a reproachful glance at me.
“Put you face in your hands, or I’ll put a blindfold on you.”
I lean my forehead into my supine hands and close my eyes. I hear her returning footfalls behind me.
“Hm. Your so wet.” A single finger touches my lips and traces around my opening. “What a pretty little cunt you have.”
Her finger pulls at the hood of my clitoris and I moan into my hands. I feel a brief metallic chill before a clamp shuts around my clitoral cord and a finger plunges into my vagina. I scream out into my palms and bite down on the heel to keep from making further noises. Sienna strokes my g-spot once before removing her finger from me and blowing cold air on my wet lips. I shudder again and can feel myself starting to leak.
She lifts each of my knees softly and pulls my underwear down to my ankles. She puts a cushioned mat under my knees before setting them back on the floor. She grabs my panties off my ankles and walks around towards my head. Her hand fists into my hair and she pulls my face up, eyes still closed. She traces my lips with the finger she pushed in me and knowing what she wants, I slide my tongue through my lips and curl it around her finger, drawing it into my mouth. I suck my own juices greedily and open my eyes to look at her. She’s taken off her black silk robe and is clad in a black corset with blood-red lace trimming and matching panties with a garter belt. Instead of stockings she has on black leather knee high boots that lace up the front and has four inch heels. My mouth drops again and she stuffs my panties into my mouth. I inhale through my nose deeply in surprise and can smell her arousal as easily as I can taste my own. I look at her hungrily. She gives me a look of disdain and walks out of my line of sight.
“Keep those in your mouth. You may make noises around them but if they fall out of your mouth you will receive extra punishment.”
I clench my PC muscles automatically and groan as the clamp shifts.
A finger slips into my pussy and my cheeks stings sharply in the aftershock of the wooden paddle. She pulls her finger out but leaves it touching my lips
My body lurches forward and my knees dig into the mat. Her finger slides in smoothly and back out again.
My eyes are clamped shut and a grunt escapes my previously silent reactions when her finger slides back in. She withdraws it and pinches my clit hard before moving back towards my head. She runs the finger with my juices down my face and across my cheek. She pulls the panties out of my mouth and throws them to the side.
“I want you to count this time. If you please me, it will end sooner.”
Before I can nod my assent she walks over to the cart, puts the paddle down and picks up something else. I close my eyes against the ominous swishing of a whip cutting through the air. The leather tendrils drift across my pink ass and caress it almost lovingly. The second the feeling ceases I tense and feel the multiple lashes fall sharply on my tender skin.
“One.” I grunt out.
I feel something press against my pussy and slip into my slick opening. My muscles clench around it and I realize its the handle of the whip. She twists it inside me and pushes her fingers against my clit before pulling it out. I moan at the loss of the object and miss the nearly silent whistle before the tendrils lash at my skin again. This time they hit at the tops of my thighs.
I press my face into my hands and moan, “Two.”
The handle is pushed back into me and she wiggles it around again before pulling it out. There is an audible pop when the head of handle leaves my soaked pussy.
“Three. . . please, more.” I moan.
“Oh God! Four. . . More, please.” My pussy is leaking and my legs are shaking.
“Five. . . Oh, fuck.”
Each time Sienna inserts the whip handle in me. I can feel my orgasm building up as the welts along my back side burn in the cold air she blows on my rump.
“SIX” I scream and shove my fist in my mouth.
“Seven. Fuck! Si, I’m going to come.” The handle presses back in and her fingers work my clit and tug on the clamp. My back stiffens and my hands slide across the floor, stretching forward. She unclasps the clamp and bites down on the tender raw flesh of my ass, pumping the handle in my pussy furiously. I scream out and dig my forehead into wood. She replaces the whip handle with her fingers and rubs my g-spot as I spasm around her fingers. Her other hand is pinching my clit and she’s licking my skin where she bit into me. My head is pounding and black dots start to blot out my vision. I take a deep shaky breath and gasp out one more “please”.
She whispers, “You may” into my burning backside and continues her licking as my knees slide back and I lower myself onto my stomach. She straddles my calves and continues her licking over the welts along my ass and thighs. She rubs my cum off her hands onto my ass; stinging the welts. Her hands slide under my hips. She lifts them up softly and plants a kiss over my vulva. My legs jerk and she drops me to the floor.
She walks back to the cart and picks up something metallic. It clinks as she sidles up behind me. Straddling my ass she lifts one wrist behind my back and then the other, holding both of them in her hands. A foreboding ticking noise comes from behind my head and frigid metal handcuffs clasp around my wrists. She drops them to my back and kneels off my body. Her thighs clench around my hips and her hand smacks down hard on my ass. I keen in a confusing mixture of pain and pleasure as she grasps the link between the cuffs and yanks me backwards into a kneeling position again.
“Stay.” Her command is soft but rings with authority and she lets go of me.
She circles me predatorily and looks into my face with hungry eyes. Her knees fold and she holds my gaze until we are eye level on the floor. Her fingers trace over my face and my eyes close contentedly. Her fingers trace over my eyelids and I sigh a little noise of relief.
My face snaps sideways as she lands another open palmed slap. My eyes shoot open and she’s on her feet looking down at me with malice and a trace of intoxicated excitement.
“If you think this is over, you’re off by a long shot. I’m going to require at least three orgasms from you.” She started to walk away before tacking on, “And if they’re good, I’ll consider letting you come again.”
By the time Sienna came back to face me, she had taken off her corset and underwear and replaced her boots with black vinyl five inch heels. There were at least six different straps crisscrossing over her foot and ankle with tiny silver buckles. I look up into her face and she smirks at me.
“You like those?”
I nod my head, “Yes.”
“Good. You can kiss them, then.”
I half close my eyelids and gaze up at her through my eyelashes.
“Yes, mistress.” I purr at her and duck my head to her feet, but not before I see the shocked look on her face.
With the flat of my tongue I lap at her toes, sucking her big toe into my mouth. I suckle on each of her toes before tracing between the straps of her shoes with the point of my tongue. She moans when I lick into the arch of her foot before stepping back away from me.
“That’s enough, slave.”
Her eyes are full of desire and her body reeks of salaciousness. I notice, too late, that her hands are grasping something behind her back. She sees my eyes widen fearfully and leers at me as she pulls out a tightly coiled scourge in one hand and a ball gag in the other. My throat closes and I swallow loudly while staring into her hands. The scourge is tied together with a long thin leather thong; a mockery of the thing it binds. She slides her wrist through the coil and saunters towards me with the gag dangling from her fingertips.
“Open your mouth.”
She pops the ball into my mouth and buckles it behind my head. My tongue reaches out to it and I realize it’s probable that I would still be able to say the safe-word and it would be somewhat comprehensible. As I huff out a sigh through my nose I feel her hand under my hair seeking out the collar around my neck. She pulls it tighter and re-clasps it. I pull a sharp breath through my nose, testing out the snugness. The breath is jagged and the band moves with my throat as I swallow and suck in more air.
Her heels click as she steps back from me. She spreads her legs wide so she’s slightly to one side of me. Her arousal fills my senses. I inhale her musk deeply and my tongue licks at the ball as if I can taste her from here. Her lips glisten and I can feel myself getting wet. I grind my pussy onto my heel for relief and the whip cracks out, lashing a deep purple welt across my hip. My adrenaline is pumping and all I can muster is a weak whimper. My eyes sting and I close them tightly, panting against the constricting neckband thats tight as a python. I calm myself and open my eyes just in time to see the whip snap at my ribs. I double over at the excruciating pain and her hands are instantly in my hair jerking me upright. Fingers caress my cheek before slapping me again.
My eyes water and I look up at her retreating backside. Sienna turns sharp as a succubus and snaps out the scourge. The tail ends on my chest above my breast and I scream out. The ball muffles the noise but the air still holds the ringing. Tears have spilled over my eyes and I look into Sienna’s face. Her ice-blue eyes are tight and controlled. I can tell she’s fighting her emotions behind the mask. I nod my head once and keep it bowed, subservient.
She strips out three more welts on my anterior side, one across my thigh and two across my stomach. My breath is hitched and my entire body is shaking. The tears are pouring out of my eyes. She walks over to me and holds my chin tight between her slim fingers. Her tongue licks at a tear clinging to my jaw and follows the track up to my eye. She kisses my eyelid and does the same to the other side. She lets go of me and draws her fingers down my neck towards the bleeding welt on my chest. She draws up a drop of the dripping blood and puts her finger between her lips, sucking it clean.
Drawing herself up, she bends her knee over my shoulder and twines her fingers into my hair with one hand and takes the gag off with the other. She throws it to the bed and pushes my face towards her dripping cunt. Without a moments hesitation I bury my face in her snatch. I eagerly lick at her, cleaning the juices off her lips and clit before plunging my tongue in her warm velvet hole. I push my nose into her clit and throw my entire face in the effort to make her come. I suck her lips into my mouth and bite down softly while rolling my tongue over the soft skin. I let go and repeat the bite torture on her clitoris. Her body rocks against my face and I go back to fucking her with my tongue.
Her aroma is intoxicating and my head is spinning by the time she wails and thrusts her thighs together, trapping my head, and shaking out her orgasm over my face. Her cum drips off my chin onto my breasts as I try to lap up and swallow as much as I can. I lick over her thighs cleaning up what escaped my mouth. She allows my tongue a few swipes before she pushes my head back and unhooks her leg from my shoulder.
“Stand up, slut. You like my cum in your mouth?”
“Yes.” I whimper weakly.
Her only response to my answer was to tug me to my feet by the thick thong around my neck. On my way up she licks my face from chin to forehead and swirls her tongue once over my eyelid. She pulls a tiny silver key from the sole of one of her heels and unlocks the handcuffs around my wrists. She massaged her fingers into my back for a bit before pushing me forward, toward the bed.
“Lay down on your back and spread your arms and legs.”
I did as she told easily and watched her as she walked back over to the table and chose three pieces of rope. Two of the ropes had nooses on one end and the third had a noose at each end. She tied one end to a bed post near my right ankle and pulled the noose at the end loose, slipping it around my foot and tugging it tight. She did the same to the left ankle before climbing on the bed towards me. She brushed the noose over my pussy and trailed it up my stomach, around each of my breasts and down my left arm to my wrist. She slipped my hand through the opening and tugged it tight. My arm was stretched over my head as she tightened her fingers around my right wrist and brought it too above my head. Her legs straddled my chest and her still wet pussy streaked a thin line of cum between my breasts. I looked up at where her hands pulled the length of rope between the nooses around a phallic-like cutout in the intricate wood headboard. She pulled my arms down slightly, tightening the rope around each of my wrists.
She stood up above me and stepped around my tied down form. She hopped gracefully to the floor and I noticed she had taken her shoes and garter off, leaving her nude. Her round milky ass pulled a moan from my chest as she sashayed to the cart. Her back muscles rippled when she leaned forward over the cart, which elicited another moan. She wiggled her hips a bit before turning abruptly around with two handfuls of assorted objects. Her toned arms stretched taunt and her breasts perked up. I licked my lips at the sight of her pale beige nipples, hard as rocks.
She set the objects on the bed between my knees and continued to crawl up my body to straddle my waist. She reached behind her and, with her body twisted away from me, strapped something around my left thigh. She faced back towards me and pushed her rump up with her hands against my rips. I caught a brief glance at the strap-on dildo before she sank down on it, burying the thing to the hilt. Her back arched and her eyes closed as she rocked once against it. She reached between my thighs and pulled out a butane lighter and a thick slab of bright crimson wax.
“Have you ever done this before?”
I shook my head no and she set a wicked grin on her face. She lit the lighter and held it under a corner of the wax, hovering her hands over my stomach. My eyes widened as I saw the wax start to melt and a slow drip make its way to a hairsbreadth above my navel. My abdominal muscles pulled sharply and a soft scream poured from my lips when the tiny drip spread a pool of flames in my stomach.
Keeping the flame under the wax she moved her hands upward leaving a trail of blistering wax droplets up the center of my abdomen and stopped between my breasts; all the while, slowly riding the dildo attached to my thigh. The sharp iron-copper taste of blood fills my mouth as I realize I have bit into my lip. A strangled scream escapes me as she drips the wax closer to my skin. The fire pulls my senses taunt. Wax falls like molten lava over my nipple and I shriek as my back arches up and my arms come down sharply. The new tightness around my wrists makes my fingers tingle and a gasp escapes me.
Sienna bounces up and down on my thigh causing hot wax to splatter over my entire body and I groan under the decreasing pain and increasing pleasure. I was always told there was a fine line between pain and pleasure, I just hadn’t realized it until this excruciatingly beautiful moment.
She set aside the slab of wax and lighter and cracked the wax off my nipple. She brushed it off before swiftly ducking her head towards my breast. Her slick tongue sweeps across the nub once before latching her teeth onto it. I hiss at her and a string of colorful swear words escape my lips. She releases me and blows softly over the slick nipple. The cool draft of her breath mixed with the sudden painful rush of blood back into my nipple elicits a wail that swiftly turns into a deep guttural moan.
Her fingers move to my neck swiftly and unlatch the collar and she pushes it off to the side. With the tightness gone I begin to pull in a long awaited gust of air. Before I can fill my lungs completely, a stream of wax dribbles onto the hollow of my throat, rolling to the sides in opposing rivers, encircling my neck in ring of blazing liquid rapidly changing to a solid. My eyes flutter closed and contrastingly cool tears pool in my eyes and spill over across my temples and into my hair. As the wax hardens, she adds a second thicker layer to the new crimson collar. One of her hands is working her clit while the other pours fire onto my sensitive neck. I scream out again and this time I can hear her orgasmic scream echoing me.
“Oh god! OH FUCKING GOD! Fuck, Kaleigh, your fucking scream made me come! Scream again for me, baby, make me come again!”
She poured a vast amount of wax over my pelvis, splashing up my hipbones and down my thighs. The heat pulses to my clit and I howl out another shriek, pulling my limbs into my body. This involuntary movement thrusts the phallus deep inside her, grinding against her g-spot and she collapses over my body as another orgasm shakes through her. I can feel her trembling on top of me and she matches the tremors wreaking havoc through my system. I feel the slick juices of my sex slipping over my lips and I moan at the intense desire to have my own release.
The sound awakes Sienna and she hops off my body with so much fervor its impossible to imagine the two earth-shattering orgasms she just had were mere moments past. She nearly runs to the cart and snatches another toy off the table before pelting back towards me. Her legs wobble a bit and I can see it’s taking all her willpower and concentration to keep herself from collapsing again.
She props her heel up on the wood bed frame and I watch her slide part of an unusual looking contraption inside her. The thick bulb slid easily into her orgasm ridden pussy. When she seemed satisfied she moved her hands and I noticed she now had a makeshift penis. If I had been in any better state of mind, I would have marveled at the strapless dildo. She slunk towards me and slowly stroked her newfound dick before leaping onto the bed. Her hands drifted to my left ankle, loosened the noose and slid my foot free. Fingers drifted to the underside of dildo and she flicked a switch, moaning as a vibrating sound filled the air around us.
With her hand still on my ankle she pushed my calf over her shoulder and slid her hand sensuously up the outside of my leg to my hip. Her fingers wrapped tightly, bruising my skin and cracking some of the wax. Her other hand circled the base of her cock and she smoothly slid the head of it into me. She sat back on her heels and adjusted my raised leg before plowing into me to the hilt. The movement rocked me upward and throaty groan escaped me as the feeling of being filled overwhelmed my already tried and tested senses. Her fingers pinched my clit tightly and my body shook as the small, but powerful, orgasm rocked through my body.
“I haven’t even fucked your cunt and you already came. Tsk, tsk. This wont do.”
Her fingers traced around my face as she contemplated. Her lust glazed eyes pierced into me and I moaned at the feral expression. Her pupils were dilated and the lust darkened the thin ring of iris to a shallow Caribbean Ocean, blue. Her eyes tightened as she came upon a suitable conclusion.
Her hand reached out and smacked sharply across my face and she reeled back to backhand me the opposite way. My face stung on both sides and new tears sprung out of my swollen eyes.
“Don’t come until I say you can.”
She spoke in such a sibilance my body shuddered automatically and tingles zinged to my nipples and clit. My flesh broke out in goosebumps. Her keen eyes took in the changes flying through my body.
“You like when I speak like this to you?”
Her hiss was poison and my neck twitched my head to the side and pulled my wrists tight. I ground my hips downward onto the shaft impaling me. The hand around my hip clenched tighter and her other hand closed around my neck as she drew out of me. Her powerful hips slapped hard against my thighs as she pummeled into my pussy. Each time she was buried completely, a moan escaped me. Her hand clenched rhythmically around my throat with each of my moans, matching her repetitive thrusts.
She pounded into me with a relish I had never known in any of my previous partners. My orgasm coiled deep and hot in my pelvis waiting for the command to release. It was harder to hold my orgasm in than I had ever imagined. Her hand was so tight against my throat I was beginning to see black spots pop up in my eyes. I drew in a ragged breath and stared into her eyes with a wild abandon. She released my throat and held herself inside me, grinding her clit against mine, the vibrations flowing like electricity between us.
“COME NOW, YOU FUCKING SLUT!” She bellowed at me.
I screamed her name and came hard, throwing my entire body in convulsions. I heard her yell out my own name before she collapsed on top of me under her own orgasm. My body was still shaking and my blood streaked hotly through my veins, filling every part of me with endorphins. My head swam and white spots started to light out my vision. With one last look into her penetrating crystal blue eyes, I slipped into unconsciousness.
A steady drumbeat slowly brought me back to consciousness. I could feel, as well as hear, the blood rushing through my ears; feel the pulsating veins in my incredibly sore neck. My entire body ached and a slight stinging sensation above my breast made me open my eyes.
Sienna was sitting placidly next to me. Her legs were folded elegantly in front of her and her still nude form was pressing a soft cotton cloth to the welts across my front. Her morose expression pulled at my heart and I tried to cough to get her attention. The sound strangled in my throat and sharp pain lanced through my entire neck. My resulting whimper got her attention and she gazed at me with apologetic eyes.
“I’m so sorry.”
I stared up at her with confusion and she gestured towards my sore body before reaching for a glass on the night-stand. She held it to my lips and gently lifted my head up to swallow the soothingly warm tea. She placed my head back on the down pillows and poured hydrogen peroxide onto the cloth draped over her thigh. She methodically began to lay the cloth over each of my welts, leaving a sterilization sting behind before moving on to the next one.
I couldn’t understand her downtrodden expression and reached up to caress her face. My arm halted its movement as I caught sight of my wrist. A reddish welt circled it and a deep purple bruise surrounded the red line. She took my hand in hers and pressed her lips to the inside of my wrist in a supposedly comforting maneuver, which undoubtedly sent a shiver of pleasure through my body.
“Why are you so sad?” The question grated my throat and came out sounding gruff.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you. Why didn’t you use the safe-word?” Her inquiry took me by surprise.
“Because I liked it. I didn’t want you to stop. Sienna, I feel fine, maybe a little sore, but I honestly feel fine. I don’t regret anything that happened. You didn’t hurt me any more than I could stand. I trust you. If I didn’t I would not have submitted to such a game.”
“Are you sure?”
Her mouth twitched into a small smile and she leant down to kiss me chastely on the lips.
“Come here. Lay down with me. I want to hold you, my love.”
She unfurled her legs and spread herself carefully around me. She rested her head in the crook of my shoulder and I wrapped my arms securely around her, running my fingers through her fine obsidian hair. A contented sigh fluttered across my neck and I felt her breaths even out as sleep overtook her. My fingers mechanically worked through her hair and I pressed my lips softly into the top of her head, kissed her forehead and each of her eyelids before nuzzling my face around her silky hair. The tendrils slipped over my face and coaxed me to close my eyes.
“I love you.” I breathed into her hair before once again succumbing to unconsciousness.