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cmk418For my free space in the Kink Bingo, I chose Aftercare
Faith smiled. This had taken Wesley’s mind off the everyday horrors of life that at times could be so much worse than the demons they had tracked from one end of the globe to the other. He lay on the bed, looking spent, come spattered over his stomach, marks on his chest where she’d teased him with the flogger, deeper welts on his thighs where the single tail had stung. Bruises in the shape of her fingers started to show on the skin around his throat.
She retrieved a cloth from the bathroom and came back to clean him up. “You were very good for me,” she said, as she gently washed his stomach. He smiled back at her. She’d learned that he responded well to praise and she could press his limits a little further the next time they did this. She pressed her fingers into a bruise, and heard him give a little indrawn hiss from the pain. “It’s okay, Wes. I’ve got you.”
She was getting better at this as well. When they started, she would tell him to clean himself up before she left. Now that it had become a semi-regular thing between them, she was a bit gentler in her aftercare. She didn’t talk much while doing this, no idle chit-chat to bring up unpleasant topics, just the occasional praise and check-in with him.
She eyed the marks she’d put on him. She would need to treat them. That had changed too, with Wes picking up a whole bunch of herbal remedies to help with the healing. She took her time applying the various lotions- concoctions to minimize bruising, to heal cuts, or to ease burns. There was quite the drugstore in the single drawer of the nightstand.
When she was done and all the lotions and salves had been put away, she took her place next to him and wrapped her arms around him. He leaned back into her, taking comfort from her presence. Each time they met, their time together extended further into the evening. She never woke up here the next morning, but she wanted to ask if she could even though she was afraid of the answer.
Tonight, he took her hands in his and held them against his chest. He whispered, “Stay with me.”
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“I’m sure.”
Faith closed her eyes and allowed herself to sleep.
Faith smiled. This had taken Wesley’s mind off the everyday horrors of life that at times could be so much worse than the demons they had tracked from one end of the globe to the other. He lay on the bed, looking spent, come spattered over his stomach, marks on his chest where she’d teased him with the flogger, deeper welts on his thighs where the single tail had stung. Bruises in the shape of her fingers started to show on the skin around his throat.
She retrieved a cloth from the bathroom and came back to clean him up. “You were very good for me,” she said, as she gently washed his stomach. He smiled back at her. She’d learned that he responded well to praise and she could press his limits a little further the next time they did this. She pressed her fingers into a bruise, and heard him give a little indrawn hiss from the pain. “It’s okay, Wes. I’ve got you.”
She was getting better at this as well. When they started, she would tell him to clean himself up before she left. Now that it had become a semi-regular thing between them, she was a bit gentler in her aftercare. She didn’t talk much while doing this, no idle chit-chat to bring up unpleasant topics, just the occasional praise and check-in with him.
She eyed the marks she’d put on him. She would need to treat them. That had changed too, with Wes picking up a whole bunch of herbal remedies to help with the healing. She took her time applying the various lotions- concoctions to minimize bruising, to heal cuts, or to ease burns. There was quite the drugstore in the single drawer of the nightstand.
When she was done and all the lotions and salves had been put away, she took her place next to him and wrapped her arms around him. He leaned back into her, taking comfort from her presence. Each time they met, their time together extended further into the evening. She never woke up here the next morning, but she wanted to ask if she could even though she was afraid of the answer.
Tonight, he took her hands in his and held them against his chest. He whispered, “Stay with me.”
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“I’m sure.”
Faith closed her eyes and allowed herself to sleep.
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