I felt a hand feather up my thigh and onto my ass cheek, pulling the high slit satin shorts with it. I tried to turn enough to see what he intended, but he grabbed a handful of hair and made me face the headboard.
"Now Grace, you won't let me blindfold you, you never would. This is as close as it gets, so stay facing that way." He didn't add a threat. It would have been superfluous because it hung in the air and shimmered in his voice. He let his hand remain in my hair, tight, just above the nape of my neck like a comforting sting. His left hand left my ass and was replaced by something cooler than the radiant heat of his fingers, trailing circles where he'd left off. I could feel the rough leather of the crop softly abrading my skin. I suppressed the shudder that wanted to run through my body. The key is breathing. Focus on it. Oxygen flow helps with involuntary muscle control. That's what the text books say. I say it's bullshit.
"Watching you fight your natural reactions is amusing. You're heart's racing, no matter how you try to calm it. Meditation won't help you, Grace. I can feel your pulse, taste it in the back of my throat. I know you, Grace. That racing heart is not from fear." Tyler lightly tapped the crop across by upper thighs. And then I realized what was really going on. This was his way of us having a serious conversation. At four am, I just couldn't deal with his inability to communicate like a sane person.
"You obviosly have somehting to say, a point to make, so why don't you just tell me and then I can go back to sleep?"
Apparently I took the wrong approach. I was rewarded with a sharp smack to the ass from the crop and I almost gasped.long fingers smoothed the sore flesh immediately after and I suppressed a whimper.
"What is it you're so fond of saying? You're number one rule? 'If you have to ask, the answer is no'? I think thats it. Well, honey, you aren't allowed to ask questions, and no, I'm not going to get to the point. I want you to understand it fully with out the verbal expression. But first, I'm going to ruin you for anyone else. We always played by your rules, Gracious. You're limits. Now we're playing by mine." there was a moments pause, then I felt the sting of material cutting into flesh and heard the ripped skin sound of my satin shorts being literally torn from my body. The feel of it brought a groan from my throat. I know what i must have looked like, face first into a pillow, hands cuffed above my head, black and silver pinstriped camisole riding up my torso from squirming. the only thing left protecting my ass were my black silk mesh boycut briefs.
"Goddess on a cracker, Tyler. you know you're going to replace those. these pajamas are not cheap."
I recieved another swift pop to the ass for my outburst, followed by smooth fingers tracing the growing welt.
"Grace. I don't care about your goddamned pajamas. Were you expecting company, sweetheart? because you sure were decked out in your nicest pjs and panties." I heard metal scrape against metal. "Pity. I guess these things will have to be replaced as well. probably pricey, too. Silk this finely woven usualy is. I should have known it would be translucent mesh. you always did like the tease of being covered unless in the right light. oh well."
I felt the point of a blade scrape against my left ass cheek for less than a split second, barely touching the skin before i heard it whisper through the silk, first across to seperate the crotch of the panties from rest, and then upward, as it severed the strip covering my ass. I shivered as the blade tip slid painlessly up at my lower back.
"Ah, i remember now. you always did like the blades. knives and bloodplay are your thing." He chuckled to himself. "Razor blades and hard drives."
A thousand differant witty remarks flew through my head. but he wanted obedience. or at least obedience wiht enough cheek to earn whatever he wanted to dish out. So i'd comply. At least for a little while, I could hold my tongue. I said nothing. I was protesting everything he did, but part of me reveled in it. Even my Mistress couldn't elicit the responses from my body that he could. It's why She usually put him in charge of me, while She entertained herself with another pet. But i had never shown him the respect of the word "sir." That probably stung.
Tyler pulled the shredded underwear out from beneath my body.
"Ah. i'd forgotten. The reason this was so much fun. Try and hide your love of my attentions all you want, the dampness of your panties always gave you away. There were times when i could feel it through your bluejeans when we were getting warmed up. I don't know why I ever left whith the bounty that was laid at my feet in the form of you."
So holding my tongue was out of the question.
"You cared too much. you scared yourself, Tyler. and you ran far and fast from that emotion."
the crop popped again, this time on my mid back, in quick succession. three times it hit. but it was still restrained. Regardless, I squirmed, rose to meet the leather.
"I didn't care to much, grace." i felt the point of the blade used to remove my undergarments trace up my thigh. He was moved to lay beside me now and turned my face toward his on the pillow. "I didn't think you cared at all, Gracious."
"Bullshit" I said through clenched teeth and the sigh trying to escape my throat where his right hand rested, fingers turning small circles against my jugular vein as the blade traced lightly, never breaking -barely touhing- skin. "You knew i cared. you played me for a fool, Ty. I trusted you with my life and my heart."
the blade made its way over my ass and slowly up my lower back, each inch feeling like it took an hour.
"You never trusted me as far as you could throw me, grace. Yes, i'll admit to that fault being mine, but when i left, you returned to the friend position, of your own free will."
the blade slowly cut through my camisole shearing away the silver and black material to show the swirls of color tattooed across the top half of my back. these the point traced idly without so much as a scratch. I closed my eyes against the soft caress.
"I stepped back because..." -gasp- "you didn't say goodbye."
the blade stilled.
I opened my eyes to see the blue ones in front of my face register shock. the knife left my skin as i watched enotion flit through his eyes. lust faded to knowledge. knowledge to regret. regret to that again unplaceable look. and from there the cold glint of justification. while these changes took place, the hand holding the knife was moving.
I'd forgoten that his lanky form was fast. the minute understanding reached his manic eyes, i felt silk between my teeth. he tied it roughly behind my head, under my long dark hair. which he grabbed, pulling my alarmed face up, his mouth milimeters from my ear, he growled low in his thoat, sending a wave of tingles from my chest to tighten things low in my body. i'd always loved that growl.
He snagged my un encumbered lower lip in his mouth, sucking on it and then biting it before traceing his way back to my ear lobe, he lips teasing along the top of my ear as he voice rumbled from his chest to my eardrums to my heart to my groin.
"I didn't say goodbye because i was afraid if i did i'd never be able to leave."
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to be continued.
