After Care

I woke alone. My wrists and ankles were freed and I was covered with the sheet. I noticed the shower was running. That could only mean one thing-the "scene" got to you. You were in there trying to wash away the guilt you shouldn't have.

I eased out of bed, my muscles and joints, along with much more sensitive areas, groaning with the effort movement required. It was delicious. Every step toward the bathroom brought back flashes from our evening. Your hand gripping my throat while you pinched and slapped my pussy. My breasts bound while you flogged my nipples, some of the stripes still remaining. My voice cracking as I begged you to stop fucking my tender ass with a toy and fill my pussy with your fat cock. Begging to suck you down while you looked me in eye, cock pressed against my belly, as you paddled my ass. Fuck, my abused pussy was getting wet again just thinking about it.

I put those thoughts out of my head as I stepped into the bathroom. This wouldn't be for me. You needed me to prove you weren't completely wicked and evil. You needed to be shown that I wanted all of you, and would still, even after the wicked times.

Most of the time we are fine afterward. We cuddle and talk, and occasionally add a few kisses and soft touches here or there for reassurance. There are times, though, when you feel you've went too far. It doesn't seem to matter that I begged for it or urged you on. You still feel guilty for inflicting some of the pain and brutality.

I looked at myself in the mirror and down my body. Wow. There were several stripes across my breasts, a few bite marks on my shoulders and neck, and bruises starting to show as well. My thighs and ass bore similar marks and there was a large bite mark above my pussy, which made me smile. Always marking your territory. My makeup was so smeared I looked like some sort of horror movie clown. My hair matched the rest. It was in a mass of knots and tangles from my thrashing and your pulling. Good thing I planned on a shower.

I opened the shower and slid in behind you. Your head was pressed against the tile, letting the water run over you, shoulders slumped. It was like you were Atlas himself, the weight of the world crushing you. I slipped my arms around you and laid my head between your shoulders. We stood that way for several minutes, the only sounds our breathing and the water. Finally you spoke.

"I'm sorry. I lost control and took advantage of you. I got entirely too rough and I hurt you. I should never have gone as far as I did," I could hear the pain in your voice and it broke my heart.

"Please turn around and look at me," I plead, unable to mask my own sadness.

When you turned, I couldn't stop the tear that escaped. You looked utterly defeated and miserable. I couldn't bear to see what you were doing to yourself. I gently placed my hands on either side of my face to anchor you to me and met your eyes with my own.

"I wanted that. A part of me needs that part of you. I need and want every piece of you, not just the pieces the rest of the world finds incredible. I need the dark, wicked pieces of you that fit so well with mine. Please don't hide them from me or take them away. If you do, we won't survive it. You would never continue beyond what you know I can truly handle. You would never actually hurt me when I didn't want it. Stop beating yourself up over something we both wanted and enjoyed. I still want you and am completely yours because of all that you are. Will you let me show you how amazing you make me feel, all the time?"

"I don't know why you would feel anything but hatred for me right now," you sighed. "You can try."

I pulled you down and kissed you softly until you began to respond. Once you slipped your arms around me I deepened the kiss. My tongue slid into your mouth, caressing and exploring. I was in no rush. My fingers slid into your hair as the passion slowly built, our bodies pressed against one another. I could feel your cock thickening and pressing against me.

I pulled back and began slowly licking and kissing my way down your neck. You began tracing soft lazy circles up and down my back. Goosebumps popped over my skin, my nipples instantly hardening. Your soft touches are just as much a turn on as any other. I ran my hands down your arms, reveling in the feel of your muscles and veins beneath the surface as my mouth made its way to your chest.

The feel of your breath and heartbeat under my tongue was incredible. I had to keep reminding myself to go slow. Your body drives me wild and it can be extremely hard to pace myself. I continued on to your stomach, licking and kissing, your cock bouncing against my chest. My hands made their way to your back, slowly caressing up and down it, massaging gently when I ran across a knot. Finally, I couldn't resist any longer.

I dropped to my knees and looked up at you expectantly. Your cock was rock hard, but I needed to know you were ready. At your nod, I softly gripped your cock and began running my tongue over it. I wrapped my tongue around the head before sliding it up and down every inch of your shaft. My head dipped lower as I gave the same treatment to your heavy sack. It never ceases to amaze me how full it gets, even after being emptied repeatedly. You let out a quiet groan as I sucked each ball into my mouth, pleasing them individually, before filling my mouth with both. Your thighs flexed at the sensation of me moaning with them in my mouth.

I wasn't touching myself in any way, just extremely turned on. You have that effect on me. I released you and slowly dragged my tongue up the underside of your shaft. I began to lick and roll my tongue over and around your cock again. Looking into your eyes, I slid my mouth over and down your length. I slowly began sliding up and down, softly sucking. You started to play with my hair and run your fingertips across my breasts. Again, you were rewarded with moans reverberating on you. Your cock got even harder in my mouth. I sped up, taking you into my mouth and throat to the hilt, my hand massaging your sack. You groaned. I looked up again and you were watching my every move, enraptured, biting your lip.

I needed to give you more. I wanted you to lose yourself for me, to let go. Gripping your ass, I started taking you as deep as possible on every stroke, swallowing your cock, my nose grinding against your body. I was sucking you as deep and hard as possible, urging you toward that release. You buried your fingers in hair and held on. I could feel your cock getting ready to explode. You threw your head back and roared as you pulsed down my throat.

I swallowed greedily and gently sucked up and down your shaft, making sure to get every drop, but not so much it hurt. You pulled my to my feet and wrapped your arms around me, kissing me on top of the head. I snuggled in close, kissing your chest.

We gently and reverently washed one another. Grabbing some towels we dried one another off and you insisted on helping me. I let you brush my hair and apply my lotion without any fuss. You needed to take care of me, even if I felt that I was fine. It helped ground you. We brushed our teeth and you led me to bed. We faced one another.

"Thank you," you said.

"For what? I meant what I said. I want and need all of you. I am yours, but only because you fit so perfectly as mine," I replied.

You pulled me in close, and we shared a few soft kisses and touches before drifting to sleep.