Beauty and Her Beast Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Beauty and Her Beast Ch. 02

... three. We stayed up later tonight than the other nights, that is, the nights when I caned her. I still have to bathe and feed her. I'll tend to the skin I've bruised and broken. I'll sleep with her in my arms

She leans her head back against me while she's on the bathroom floor. I frown a little. Normally, I want to initiate all the touch. Yes, I know I'm an exacting master, and a frighteningly cruel sadist to boot.

"Sir, I love you."

And who can frown at that? I pet her silken hair, giving it the lightest tug. "I love you too, kitten."

Jess' Perspective

When I slowly, sleepily open my eyes the next morning, I notice something different about the light. It's the gray of a foggy morning, and it's startlingly bright after not seeing it for so many days. James is still sleeping, his arm heavy across my chest. When did he take off the blackout curtains? It must have been when I was asleep...and are our days up? Is the weekend over? Or...

He stirs, sleepily clutching me. "Jess," he murmurs. I snuggle against his side. "Naughty kitten, forcing me to wake up."

"You don't have to," I whisper back, guiltily. He clutches me more tightly, and I moan. It sounds...sexual, hungry. Without opening his eyes, he wraps himself around me, thighs around my aching thighs and his hands running down my sore ass and back.

"Do - do we have to go back to work today?"

"No, I'm easing us back into normal life today. We'll go out for brunch." His voice is still sleepy. Oh. ...

... Normal life. The curtains are gone, he's bringing our darkness back into the light. And somehow, it hits me again, the darkness and the depravity of everything we'd done together, in the bright innocence of the morning light.

And I wonder what it'll be like to be in public with him now, after everything we'd done and said this weekend. But no time to wonder, he's dragging me back into the dark and his hands are on my ass, finding my smaller hole, drawing me closer so that we're facing each other and I can feel how hard he is. My body reacts to him unconsciously, and I'm flattening my sore chest against his, thrusting my hips out into his hands. "Are you going to ask me about the light?" I can hear the smile in his voice.

It's a little difficult to think straight when he's touching me like that. "No. I trust you're doing what's best for us. I mean, I - I totally get it, it makes sense to give us a day to acclimate after. And I'm really, hmm, excited and nervous about going out after...you know, everything. Oh my god, I can't talk when you're touching me."

"Discipline, my cum slut. Here -" He reaches into that damnable side table full of evil tricks, and pulls out - a piece of paper. He's bounding out of bed, bending me over, putting the paper in front of me. "Read that out loud to me while I touch you."

And he's behind me, with - thank god - normal lube. His fingers tease me through the first line and then he pushes a finger into me. He's laced this domination with a ...