.:Tuesday, December 04, 2007:.

-V is for Vicious Ardor-

she wanted to hate Him. she wanted to rue the ground He walked on. she didn't want His words to be remotely comforting to her. However, every trace of His fingers on her skin was making her forget why she was upset. He had been gone far too long and she was in desperate need of what He was offering her. but still her mind raged against itself. How dare He assume things were okay? How dare He be restraining her with the soft velvet bindings He managed to find somewhere? How dare He make her wait? It wasn't fair for Him to be able to do this to her. she wanted to hurt Him but He hurt her instead.

He saw the look on her face. It wasn't entirely unexpected. He hadn't met a little girl yet that liked to be left to their own devices for protracted periods of time. For a while she was okay, she adored Him without pause. she told Him naughty things that made Him smile. Now she wanted Him to feel lonely. she crawled out of His lap earlier like an insolent child. she forgot she was angry and kissed Him deeply before remembering and biting His lip. Had no one been around she would have had a red bottom hours ago but she was saved by the crowd. They had all left now and He was taking His time binding her ankles to the bed. He looked in her eyes as He stretched her arms above her head and bound her wrists together much tighter than He might normally do. Yes He had been away but she should know better. When the rope tightened around the slat and she was stretched out like she was on a rack, she began to struggle. The rope felt nice but she didn't want to give in that easily.

The brat and the baby were arguing with each other again. One wanted to give up and give in and just take what was coming. The other stated quite plainly that if she got loose she was going to make Him pay. Neither side had much of a choice. While the debate continued, something made her reconnect to reality. It was His blade. It was dragging down her skin and not in its usual manner. she felt the tip of the blade criss crossing her thighs and she froze. That didn't prevent the blade from digging deeper into her skin. It followed no apparent pattern other than to center her attention on where it might go next. she would have scratches in the morning damn it was the last thought uttered by her inner brat. He dug deeper than He intended and drew a tiny bit of blood. He stopped, walked away and came back with a cotton ball that had be doused in hydrogen peroxide. He pressed it against the tiny wound and watched her wince. He threw them away and then sat next to her again. His fingertips caressed her face and before she could sigh deeply He slapped her so hard that her whole body shook. she cried out and when He cocked His head to look at her again she only said more.

The next slap made her toes curl and she whimpered. It wasn't as jarring as the first but it fed the masochist in her. her head rolled and then sank into the pillow pushing her face up to meet the next strike. He relaxed a bit but still slapped her as hard as He could without leaving a bruise. When He noticed a cut on her bottom lip He took off His wedding band before He cut another part of her face. He weighed His options and propped pillows under her lower back. she was nearly bowed out at this point, arched just enough to make her nipples tantalizing. He grabbed the fat black tipped clamps and placed them on each exposed bud. her body was relaxing into the pain until He carefully applied clothespins to each of her breasts. One for each month they had been apart so her breasts looked like flowers when He was done. He admired His work and fingered a flogger while tears escaped her eyes. He spanked the exposed flesh and watched her limbs jerk around in response. At least one of her ankles would be swollen in the morning if she kept up like this. He untied her legs and then removed her tie from the bed frame. she was lifted carefully to her feet before He threaded her wrist ropes through door restraints. Deep purple indentations were forming around the pins which intrigued Him but He was more concerned with spanking her again.

The belt cut into her back and the smell of leather made her orgasm. It wrapped around and hit her stomach. It made tiny welts when it hit the same area too many times and she still wouldn't beg Him to stop. He wouldn't have anyway but He admired her resolve. He abandoned the belt for the paddle she had crafted for Him. He spanked her as hard and fast as He could for about five minutes and noticed He was starting to sweat a bit. He walked away and left her prone while He rested. He pressed her warmed ass into the door and started removing the clips from her breasts. The blood rushed back into them bit by bit and her mouth locked into a scream of pain. No sound came out though and He chuckled. He picked her up and slid her down on His dick. He didn't try to comfort her. He was trying to abuse her as much as He could. He fucked her hard and bit into her swollen breasts. He bit into her neck and didn't stop until He broke the skin in multiple places. He grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. her eyes snapped open and He looked into them to see if the hatred was gone. To His surprise it hadn't gone anywhere but it had blended into that dreamy look of the woman that loved Him. He let her head go and it rolled to nuzzle into His neck while her arms dangled above her. He kissed her forehead and thrust into her like He'd never be allowed inside of her again until He came and she shuddered. He let her rest against Him and untied her arms. He let her rest on the bed and then covered her up while He went to shower. By the time He came out, she was sound asleep. He wrapped her in His arms and was glad that for the moment His little girl was His again.

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