Whatever desire that had overtaken me had completely faded now, leaving me to berate myself for my weakness and stupidity. Crossing my arms over my naked breasts, which still heaved slightly with the last remnants of our tender sex (which I refused to call lovemaking on principle's sake), I too tried to distance myself from you.
As the answering machine beeped on, I was startled to hear an unfamiliar female voice say, "Damian, pick up the phone, now."
I was even more startled when, without casting me even a glance, you quickly raced away to answer the phone.
Once again I was stuck trying to desperately understand a one-sided conversation as I numbly sat on the kitchen table, trying not to pay attention to my nakedness.
"Yes... Unchained... Of course ... Why?... No, I didn't mean to question you....Of course I wouldn't go against your orders...Fine...As you wish..." Your voice seemed completely different – somehow submissive, but more than anything you seemed upset and defensive. As you slowly placed the phone back in the base I was once again overcome by confusion. Although I now knew your name, I still knew nothing about you; why were you doing this, who were you talking to on the other end of the phone, and why did it seem as if I was missing some very integral part of this puzzle?
"So, your name is Damian." My words echoed in the silence, hanging heavily in the air as you slowly walked towards me.
"Haven't you ever been taught that it's impolite to eavesdrop on someone else's conversation?" Your voice was filled with a dark, yet slightly teasing, menacing quality as you slowly stalked towards me.
Knowing that I was playing with fire, but was quickly running out of options, I shrugged casually and continued on, "Haven't you ever been told it's impolite to break into people's houses and...use their phones. Who was that?"
Having crossed the room until you now stood directly in front of me, purposely invading any illusion of personal space, you pressed yourself against the counter and slowly took a handful of my hair, wrapped it around your fist, and pulled my head backwards.
"That was the Devil. Now, don't ask me any more questions. I can't answer them anyway, and if you continue to speak I will have to reprimand you." The dark velvet voice was back completely, reminding me of your past violence.
For once caution won out over curiosity and I remained silent, biting my lips to remain so, although my head was still upturned in a questioning way that had nothing to do with your fist knotted in my hair and my eyes blazed with haughty determination. Seemingly satisfied with my silence you let the issue die, instead pulling my legs around your waist with your free hand. With barely even a moment's hesitation, I willingly finished wrapping my legs around your waist, and allowed you to guide my arms around your neck, clearly feeling the corded muscles beneath my hands. Your lips descended onto mine, leaving me breathless with their abilities, as you lifted me off the counter and began to carry me.
The feel of my naked flesh clinging to you as your muscles moved, carrying me to the bedroom, made my whole body hot and wet with desire, making me forget about my soreness. One hand wrapped around the back of my neck, took a handful of hair, and forced my head backwards, exposing my already bruised throat. Your teeth fastened to my neck and your hands seemed to completely cover my body, being everywhere at once, as you lowered me down onto the bed.
My whole body thrummed with need as your hands, teeth and tongue expertly awakened my body, making me writhe under you in mindless pleasure until all I could do was whimper with need. My breathe caught in my throat as I felt you plunge into me without warning, the harsh abuse of the past few nights suddenly clearly remembered.
You must have felt me tense, because you stopped immediately, "Oh god, you're still sore aren't you?!"
With amazing alacrity you began to pull out of me, until I grabbed your ass and tried to hold you against me. "Wait...I...it's not that bad, just be gentle, okay?"
Even as I said it, I realised the words were true, somehow I seemed to already be almost completely healed, despite having been ripped open only scant hours ago. The cut on my lip from when you hit me was the only thing that still actually hurt, and at certain moments, like this, the pain could almost be forgotten.
"Mmm...I wish I could be gentle, but when you look at me like that, I can barely restrain myself." Your words were ground out between clenched teeth as I felt your body tremble within me.
Before I could reply in any way I felt you strain to the side, leaning slightly off the bed until you almost fell out of me. When you finally were fully back on the bed I realised what you had retrieved – the red silk tie that you had used on me that very first night.
My heart raced in sudden fear, making my whole body tighten – which inadvertently made me squeeze you, pulling you slightly deeper into me with the pressure and movement.
"Shh...this way I won't see your eyes...your gloriously passionate eyes..." As you spoke you gently tied the cloth over my eyes, feathering kisses over my face. I knew that even if I disagreed you wouldn't stop, and I wasn't sure I disagreed, so against my better judgement I let you blindfold me.
True to your word you gently brought me nearer and nearer to climax. Lost in the darkness I was reminded of the first night. I knew for sure I was lost when I felt you feather kisses across the side of my face, making me feel somehow cherished.
"Oh May, this is just like the first night. Just like how it Should be." Your voice was a hushed whisper, filled with reverence as you nibbled on my lower lip. I barely was able to nod my head in agreement as you continued to worship my body with your tender touches.
I felt the slide of soft rope brush against my wrist as you whispered in my ear, "Please, I know I don't need to, and if you don't want me to I won't, but please, can I? I want it to be like the other night – I want this to be perfect again."
Straining to form a coherent thought, I realised that being blindfolded and bound wasn't exactly my idea of perfect. Unfortunately, the thought disappeared as your mouth fastened against my sensitive nipple. After binding my wrists you restrained my ankles. Then your mouth slowly worked its way up my leg, from the inside of my ankle, to my calf, your teeth grazing the ticklish flesh on the inside of my knee, before your tongue began to lap its way up my inner thigh. A tiny prick of pain marred the moment for only a second, before it was forgotten as your teeth teasingly grazed my sensitive nub.
Squirming under your torturously tender ministrations, I let myself be completely seduced by you. Knowing that I had already passed the point of no return I felt my mind completely shut down and let myself be overcome with desire, losing myself in physical sensations and primal urges. The first orgasm built in waves as you teased and taunted me, driving both of us to the point of insanity as we fed our desire. When finally the orgasm burst upon us both I was reduced to nothing more than an extension of your body, one entity shattering and reforming itself. As my mind shut down completely and I fought to remember to breathe, I realised that reality was a hazy dream, lost to the feel of your body.
Even after the orgasm, we both pushed against each other, using the wet friction of our bodies to rekindle the moment. With amazing celerity you begin to swell within me once again. Every sense I had was overwhelmed by you - oversensitive to the perfect moment that we were trying desperately to recreate.
For a moment I thought I heard a noise, but the thought was forgotten as your teeth suddenly fastened onto my throat, making me whimper in pleasure and pain.
"Do you want me to bite you May? If you don't, I can stop." Your words made a parody of the question as you drew yourself slightly out of me, showing even a blind person what a stop of any sort would mean.
"Answer yes or no - all or nothing..." Gently you nibbled at my neck, working up towards my ear lobe, your teeth barely grazing my flesh as you waited for my response. Although I knew technically I was being given a choice, it barely seemed like one when you began to grind against me, making me quiver with desire.
"Yes, oh god yes." My voice was barely a whisper, filled with desperate need and a trace of self-loathing for being so consumed by my desires.
My startled scream shattered the stillness of the room as your teeth sank into my neck, ripping into my flesh until I was sure you must have punctured skin. As your teeth let go of their death grip I was left gasping for breath, trying to not focus on the pain.
"Are you still sure you want to say yes?" Your voice gave me one last chance to back out, to tell you to stop. For some reason, I think if I said no, you actually would stop. Knowing that I was still sore from the rough sex from before, and that I didn't enjoy being blindfolded and bound, let alone being bit quite that hard, I was just about to tell you no when I felt you slide down the length of my body. As I felt you bury your face between my legs, I knew all chances of me being able to speak, let alone say no, had just vanished.
You took me with near schizophrenic zeal, at one moment ruthlessly plundering my body and the next tenderly worshipping it. Once again astounded by your sexual prowess, I rode wave after wave of pleasure, content to lose myself to your talented body as it miraculously exploded into me over and over again. It felt like decades later when you collapsed beside me, completely spent. Realising that at some point during the night (or was that day, I couldn't seem to recall any longer) one of my hands had become free, I used it to blindly search out the side of your face.
Any movement I was about to make came to a startling stand-still as someone's applause rang out from near the doorway. With sudden fear I went to tear the blindfold away from my eyes to see who was there, only to be stopped by your frantic dive for my hand.
"Don't. Trust me, you do not want to see that person's face – ever." Your voice was filled with a defeated sort of resignation and fear, as well as what seemed to be loathing as you coldly emphasised the words "that person's."
Not quite sure what to do, and still suffering from exhaustion and shock, I dumbly let you tie my free hand back to the bed. I didn't even protest when I felt you get off the bed. It wasn't until suddenly I felt an unfamiliar bejewelled hand caress the side of my face did I jump and realise once again how much I hated to be blind and immobile.
"Are you sure you don't want to share her? I bet I could break her twice as fast as you are..." A voice like broken glass grated over my nerves, the words barely as disturbing as her obviously faked dulcet tones.
