"Sure, sounds good, ill see you in a little bit. I love you."
"I love you too, bye." Shit! Shit shit shit! I can't do this. I'm so scared, and I'm really freaking out. I don't know how I'm going to do this at all. It has replayed a thousand times in my head, over and over. No time that I have recreated that has it ever been ok in the end. Thinking too much, tears start to well up and I begin to cry harder than I ever have, balled up into the corner of the bed.
"Baby, I'm home! Fina... oh my god what happened?" I can't speak I just wrap my arms around you and cry. There comes a point where I finally calm down. All I can do is kiss your wonderful lips. This wave comes over me and I forget that anything was wrong. I jump on top of you and slide my hands up your shirt. You stop, and look at me for a moment. You see my eyes telling you that if you don't hurt me soon I'll only make it worse on later. Without warning, you flip me over your lap pressing down on the small off my back with your elbow and wrapping my hair around your hand bringing your arm straight up.
"Something isn't right." Your other hand comes down hard on my ass that I can feel it down through my toes. "Tell me the truth." Even harder this time grabbing harder and digging deeper into my back. "What did you do?" I can't speak I just start to tear up again. Your hand feels so hot against my red throbbing backside. "Talk to me you little cunt." Spreading my legs a little wider this time and smacking my hot wet pussy as I whimper. "You're going to be very sorry if you don't tell me what's going on." You pull me backwards by the hair looking into my eyes wait only a moment for a response before letting go and pushing me back onto the bed.
"You fucking whore. What did you do?" the anger builds up in your voice and I can tell you're thinking of the worst possible thing I could do to you. I have to tell you the truth before you figure it out for yourself.
"I, I..." you cup your hand hard around me again before getting up to walk away.
"I don't want lies. You'll tell me when you're ready; but you will regret not having told me sooner." You get up and cuff my hands around the top straps on either side of the bed, and my legs to the bottom. Then, you walk away. Fighting against the straps I want so badly to hold you.
"I am so sorry."
"Not yet." You come back with our box and a cup full of ice. "you will be very soon I can promise you that." Running the ice across my nipples and I smile if this is your punishment I can hold off all day. They get so hard it starts to hurt. Pinching the left between your thumb and first finger you pull away from my body to grab something out of the box. Your other hand comes to meet my right one with a vice gripped nipple clamp tightening it so hard I begin to wonder if its going to fall off. Going to the cup you pull out another piece running it along my slit then taking the connecting third clamp by sliding it over me. There isn't a part of me that's not throbbing and I'm clenching so hard I start to come. "You're going to tell me I have to fuck it out of you."
"You'd like that wouldn't you? If I just made love to you right now." Lying here sobbing bound and sore I want to tell you more than ever.
