"We'll stay in bed today." He kisses the back of my head. I can feel his cock hard against me.
Again in a small voice, "I have to go to work..." I'm feeling so confused...seeing my face bruised made me afraid of him again...and made me feel...I don't even know...this other sensation...a hunger for him that makes me wet. I should be running out of here...but instead I feel his warmth and feel safer.
He kisses my head again. "We're playing hooky....You're not leaving." His tone is final, warning me not to say anything more.
"No one can see me like this," I whisper. I want him to say something about my face...about what he did to me...my anger and fear resurfacing. I move to face him, my body stretched out next to his, but leaving a space between us. I put my hands on his chest to keep him away. "Look at what you did to my face, Max..."
He looks into my eyes, like he's looking for something. "Watch your tone, Lucy." Damn...that instant pussy pulsing...what has happened to me?! I look down at my hands, unable to keep his stare, then back up pleading with my eyes for him to answer me.
He pushes my hair away from my face on the right side, but I can see him scrutinizing the left side again. The cheek mark is probably just visible to him from his angle.
"I think you're beautiful." His voice hasn't changed, the same even-toned, depth with a hint of warning.
I smile, then stop, then try again, nervous. "But...?"
"But nothing...I wanted to leave a mark on you." He agains looks like he's looking for something in my expression. I realize he's guaging my reactions and again feel a flutter in my stomach. He's so calm and in control and my head is so not in control right now.
"You...you meant...to give me a bruise?!" I'm completely stiff now, my hands cold on his chest.
"Yes." He covers my hands with his. I flinch away from his sudden movement and see him smile in response. "I wanted to leave you with a mark last night...as a reminder of what disobeying me will get you."
I stay stiff and quiet, unsure of what to do or say...hell, unsure of what I want to do or say!
Jump out of bed? Hit him and scratch his eyes out? Crawl into his arms and beg his forgiveness? Bury my head in his chest and cry again?
I can only manage a shuttering breath in and out. My head light again.
"Lucy." His voice brings me out of myself. I open my eyes. "I need you to understand. This is how it's going to be...from now on." He speaks slowly to me, like I'm a child he's teaching. I still have a hard time following his words...good thing I'm already lying down!
"Do you understand that?"
"Yes." It's a stuttered word, my whole body shaking with it. I want him to put his arms around me, to cover me with his warmth, but he doesn't move.
"Is that how you answer me?" Warning voice...fluttering stomach.
And I know that the hungry feeling for him has won against all my other sensible thoughts. I give in to what I need...him.
"Yes...Sir." And I am rewarded with his warmth.
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