His large hand traced her cheek, wiping away her swollen tears with his thumb. Her hair was disheveled, a long brown fury of tangled strands. Nakedness felt good against his clothes, the way it scratched against her nipples when they wrestled or how it pressed against her sore bottom when she sat on his lap to talk.
Yet, earlier today, through all of her happiness all she wanted this morning when she crawled out of bed was to take a razor against her arm. She found him in the kitchen contemplating a cup of coffee, trying to remember how much sugar she liked in it.
"Hey baby." he whispered in her ear softly as he ran his hands along her curves.
"Sir?" her voice trembled while her eyes stared at the floor. He looked down at her softly then picked up her chin with his hand. His lips kissed hers passionately. He had missed her all morning. He then kissed her nose, something that usually made her giggle and yelp yet today she simply glared at him. He stared into her eyes solemnly
"Yes puppy?"
"May I please cut Sir... please?" She looked up into his eyes, "I haven't done it in a really long time...I just need to. I want to and I have for a long time. Please Sir?"
He stared at her softly in surprise. "Awww, puppy." His hand reached out and stroked her cheek, "You know you can't." he smiled at her. "Do you want to play ball puppy?"
She shook her head, "No Sir, May I just go back to bed."
"Go get your ball puppy, or better yet, you can go stand in the corner." His voice became stern.
"But Sir... Can I just play ball. I don't wanna. Please?" Her voice whined.
"You are acting like a child. Go to the corner now young lady." He scolded her.
She glared at him with a scowl on her face. He raised his eyebrow at her. She turned and walked heavily to the corner.
"Nose against the wall puppy. This is a punishment, not a tantrum." He chided. She sighed then pressed her nose into the corner. She hated things touching her nose, a quirk of hers, and he knew it.
He walked to the box of doggie toys in the den and grabbed her favorite squeaky ball. He sat down at his computer to listen to music. He randomly squeaked the ball, making her flinch. An hour later he moved restlessly to his recliner to flip through channels. His cock strained against his shorts. He stared over at his sub. She stood completely still, nose still pressed against the wall, tears falling down her cheeks to occasional quieted sniffles, she held her wrist together at the small of her back. He squeaked the ball and still she did not move. Maybe she had learned?
"Puppy." She remained still. "Come here puppy." She turned quietly then knelt before him on the floor. He ran his fingers through her hair. Hr patted his lap twice, "Come sit on my lap puppy. "
"Please Sir, with respect, I'd rather not." She bowed her head and stared down to the floor.
"Puppy I think we need to talk. You may go sit on the sofa if you would like."
She stared up at him, "No Sir, I am fine here."
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"Puppy." he cooed at her.
"Yes-Sir?" came as a brittle reply from her pink lips. Her tears fell against his chest as she stared down to the oak floor.
His voice hardened, "Puppy, look at me." Her eyes found his. "Puppy I am not mad at you, but you need to tell me why you are crying." She stared back at the floor in shame. "Puppy!" She whimpered, cowering at the anger in his voice. "Look at me girl."
She began to shake as she looked up into his eyes again. Fear burned in the green sparkles of her eyes. She was falling back into her old habits. She fell back asleep silently.
"Puppy why are you so sad today?" He sighed then stared at the silver clock on his dark red wall. What more could he do for her? She had cried at his feet until he scooped her up into his lap against her will. He rocked her until she had fallen asleep. What more could he do? Even if the tears would stop he would never let her cut again. She was afraid to loose the one bit of sanity left in her life, and he did not want to loose another person that be cared for. She thought nothing of herself and occasionally let him know it. It resulted in what their relationship called a fight. He sighed again then ran his fingers through her hair, trying to tame it slightly. He leaned over and kissed her forehead softly in an almost fatherly manner.
She began to whimper softly and nuzzle her cheek against his chest. As consciousness overtook her she tried to move from his lap. Not because she loathed it, but because she knew she did not deserve it's warmth. His arms tightened around her as if he could read her thoughts. She yawned softly.
"Hold up your arms for me puppy."
She looked up at him with a pained expression. She held her hands wrist up to show him the milky white flesh. He grabbed her wrist in one hand then ran his fingers over her inner forearm. She shivered and twitched.
"Aw, does that feel good puppy?" she whimpered softly, "Would you like me to cut you puppy? Feel the razor splitting your skin?" she tried to pull her wrist from his. "Maybe you would like it if I cut you arm... right here." he traced an old scar on are arm. "Would you like that puppy?"
"No Sir, please, I'm sorry." tears fell down her cheeks.
"Are you sure puppy?"
"Yes Sir. Please I'm sorry. I don't mean to upset you. But I always upset you ..." her voice trailed off.