Kelly woke up the next morning beside Rafe. Slowly she got out of the bed–not that she suspected that he would stop her from doing so but she was afraid to wake him up.
The truth was she wanted to be alone. The sun was coming up and she wanted to rise with it. She put on a slip that she found on a chair in her bedroom, walked through the living room and sat on the floor next to the chair in the kitchen where she suddenly was too tired to put the coffee on.
She had orchestrated last night with Rafe. Kelly followed the orders he barked out and she pleaded with him to humiliate her and hurt her.
That was what she really liked, he had resisted but then did what she asked. It felt good when he spit on her, peed on her and used her as a receptacle for whatever fluids he deemed fit. There was still dried semen on parts of her and she relished it.
Kelly liked to feel like a dirty whore.
He had tried to be tender with her after and she refused him when he spooned her. Now sitting on the floor she wished she had let him because all she felt now was contemplative. Not regretful, but confused. He was still in her bed, which soothed her a bit. Sometimes when she had sex like that with a guy he left or was eventually uncomfortable with her because she had pushed his boundaries. Even though she wanted it that way, the guy might not have been completely comfortable executing it.
She had asked Rafe to cover her mouth and ignore her screaming and squirming. There was a safeword of course, but she said it for his comfort.
She would never use it–she had no bottom.
Her high school boyfriend told her if she did not control herself she would die by the hands of a lover because she was a true pain slut.
He had not lied, she asked Rafe to be really violent with her and the pain made her float on cloud nine but now…now she felt different.
Rafe walked into the kitchen and knelt beside her. Kissed her temple.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
Kelly smiled because she liked to be close to him. Her mind was all over the place because she had wanted him for so long. She got him and asked him to do everything dirty rough thing she liked on their first night together.
She nodded as he sat on the floor beside her.
“I never did anything quite like that before,” he admitted, pulling her close to him. Kelly wanted to be held now, this was normally how she processed a night like that.
“Did you like it?” she questioned him softly, holding his hands.
“It was different,” he sighed. “I was in a mood…”
“Me too,” she said as the sun was completely up and she could feel he was getting hard.
Kelly suspected he liked it a lot more than he was letting on. She knew that it was going to be a wild night. How could it be anything else but when her boyfriend and his wife had left together? Not that they had not been provoked, but this was not the way the night was expected to go.
She really did love pain because she had no idea what was going to happen next…
This is the first time I am not telling this series as part of Marie Rebelle’s Wicked Wednesday meme and I just want to thank her for the past almost ten years. Please follow everything she is doing–she is AMAZING!
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