This is a direct follow on from Saving Eva from Abuse 6, the stories are fairly short so if you haven't it would be worth reading from the beginning.
Comments and stars are much appreciated.
Bob
On the seventh day God rested, what a fucking good idea (sorry for the blasphemy) Friday the last day of the week, hopefully nobody will be crying in the toilets. As last Friday didn't really count, the day I rescued her, so today is the seventh day.
Things were a bit awkward in the morning, we were I think both embarrassed about the belt thing. The good news was that there were no marks on Eva's body, not one even the original bruises were almost gone. That was a relief and we will talk about it this weekend. But today we will rest.
That evening I checked the toilets twice! I met Eva in the coffee shop and we bought a take away on the way home. We spent the evening binge watching Netflix and went to bed early.
Saturday.
What a difference a week makes. Our relationship has come on in leaps and bounds. Leaps and bounds rather than smoothly at least it has come on. Today is the big day of me fucking her arse. Following Thursday's belting we really need to sit down and talk about our relationship.
Obviously Eva is submissive therefore I am dominant, not reluctantly I must admit. Eva was in the kitchen wearing a short sexy nightie and making tea. I was sitting on the couch in my dressing gown. It took her some time but eventually she came in, her long legs accentuated by some heeled fluffy slippers and that nightie that almost covered her bum.
She kind of curled herself down between my legs, I stroked her hair. "Tell me what was happening when I was hitting you with my belt."
"Oh God, I don't really know. I know that the pain changed, it was sending shocks, no not shocks but some sort of tingly messages from the pain to my centre which spread all over especially to my pussy, my nipples and that place at the back of my neck. It doesn't make sense does it?"
"I don't know," was my useless contribution. "But was it abuse? Was it different from the beatings you took before? I am not an abuser, I will not do anything against your will."
"I know you wouldn't sir, if I had asked you to stop would you?" she asked.
"Of course I would."
"I trust you, in fact sir, that on another level accepting the beating and having you fucking my bum makes me feel that I belong to you, that you are mine." Tears were slowly meandering down her cheeks.
"Is that what you want?"
"Yes please, sir," she sniffled.
"Lay across me on your stomach," I ordered. She jumped up and lay across me, her lovely arse under my nose. Her little nightie covered only half of her arse, the bottom of her cheeks on show. I admired her from head to toe. I gently folded the bottom of the nightie up to expose the full cheeks. "Lift your chest up so I can hold your tit." She did a press up and I slipped my left hand under her left tit and squeezed the nipple. I smacked her arse, alternating cheeks. Hardly a smack really, little more than a caress just enough to cause a pink glow.
"Thank you sir."
"Go and get the baby oil, the belt and a band to hold your hair up. Go." I watched her scramble out, wearing those silly slippers. She returned with the items and gave them to me. I gave her the scrunchy thing to tie her hair up in a high ponytail.
When she had done this I poured some baby oil on her shoulders and began massaging it onto her skin. Working from her shoulders to her back I rubbed the oil down her back to the top of her bum adding more oil as required. To be honest I didn't spend a lot of time on her back or arms but tried to make it look as though I wasn't too anxious to get to her tits (I was).
I kissed her mouth, tilted her chin back and poured the oil across her collar bones and throat. I watched it run down the curve of her tits to the end of her erect nipples. As it dripped off I caught it with my fingers and wiped it across her pussy lips.