She hurried to do it. She’d thought tonight maybe he’d want to snuggle on the couch and watch TV. In the past he’d always marked today’s date with quiet resignation and contemplation. She couldn’t blame him, either. The anniversary of his father’s death always hit him hard, just like the anniversary of her parents’ death always hit her hard.
Five minutes later she hustled back to the living room, dressed only in her wedding rings and day collar. When he specified “naked” that’s how he wanted her. If he wanted her in a leather collar and wrist and ankle cuffs, he always specified that.
Before she could enter the living room he intercepted her and blindfolded her, making her shiver. “That stays on tonight, baby, until I take it off.”
“Yes, Master.”
He held her hands and led her into the living room, where apparently he’d prepared. He laid her down on what she thought was MMA mats they used for rope with a sheet on top of them. He’d also positioned throw pillows and she lay with her head propped up and her thighs spread wide.
“Hope you’re hungry, baby.” His fingers touched her lips and she opened them automatically, just for him to pop a cherry tomato into her mouth.
She giggled as she chewed. “Yes, Master.”
He hand-fed her dinner, even the pumpkin lasagne he’d made, which was messy and had both of them laughing as it went all over him, all over her. In between bites, he teased her, licking her clit, finger-fucking her, biting her tummy, her breasts, her inner thighs.
When dinner was finished, he had her remain still but she heard him get up and wash his hands. Then he returned and a warm washcloth swabbed her upper thighs.
He set that aside and she shivered when the sharp smell of alcohol came to her. Another shiver as he swabbed both thighs with that, then set the bottle aside.
His voice dropped into the full-on shadows territory. “Holdverystill, baby.”
She whimpered and struggled not to move, her clit throbbing, her pussy aching to be filled, knowing what was coming next.
When he touched the knife to her left thigh she couldn’t suppress her gasp of pleasured pain when the tip pressed, bit, began dragging over her flesh. It slammed her into subspace.
It was also hard enough to leave a mark, she knew. Maybe not as deep of one as she wanted, but it brought the good kind of tears to her eyes.
She heard the click of a camera shutter and relief flooded into her.
He was completely back.
Damn, she’d fucking missed him.
He drew lazy doodles in her flesh on both thighs, taking pictures of them as he did, back and forth as she struggled to remain still for him. At some point he’d apparently put on music, Jason Mraz, and it played in the background as he once again marked her, claimed her.
Made her his canvas.
When he finished she hissed as he used gauze and alcohol to clean the marks. She was wrong—they were deeper than she first thought to feel like that. Then again, now she was used to pole burn and had more muscles than fat on her thighs than she’d had before.
He pulled her up and rolled her onto her hands and knees, plunging his cock into her pussy from behind and then holding still.
More alcohol, along her lower back. She struggled not to squirm on his cock as he drew in her flesh with the knife.
Then she heard him set it aside again, the sound of the camera shutter.
More stinging alcohol.
“Gorgeous,” he hoarsely said. His fingers dug into her hips and he fucked her, pounding into her, deep and hard and actually making her come like that, without his fingers on her clit. When he came it was with a loud, satisfied groan that almost sent her over the edge again.
But he didn’t pull out. He kept his cock buried inside her and reached around her, pressing something to her clit.
“Your turn, goddess.” The Hitachi vibrator clicked on and she exploded, back arching and her pussy clamping down on his cock, which started growing hard inside her once more.
“That’s it, baby,” he said as he slowly resumed fucking her. “No safeword. You’re mine and tonight you’ll come as long as I want you to.”
Her mind disintegrated. Intense pleasure bordering on pain rolled through her again and again while he took his time and had fun fucking her.
Only once he came a second time did he finally switch the vibrator off. She collapsed onto the mats, wrung out and wincing as her body reminded her of everything he’d done to her.
“Hold still, baby.” He pulled the vibrator away, untangled himself from her, and then removed the blindfold.
He helped her up and scooped her into his arms, a beautiful, satisfied smile on his face as he carried her into their bathroom, to the shower.
There they cleaned up and he washed all her cuttings with surgical soap, just to be safe. Then he dried her off and dressed the wounds after taking final pictures of them.
Then he pulled her into his arms and kissed her, long and sweet, their shadowy selves now sated. “I love you, baby.”
She smiled and rested her head against his chest. “Love you, too, Master.”
THE END
