I freeze in awe. She’s bleeding. My Reagan starts her period, and I get to watch firsthand. The world narrows to that beautiful color, that truth. She’s flesh and life and majesty.
My grin behind the mask is ear to ear. I can’t help it. I remove the mask bottom again and bury my face between her legs.
“Get off me, you son of a bitch!”
I ignore her and eat her up until I’ve had my fill. Then I smile at her.
“What the fuck? Why are you bleeding? Did you bite me? Am I too numb from the fucking drugs to feel it? What the fuck did you do to me?”
“No, darling. It’s natural. You got your period.”
She stares at me like I have three heads.
“This is so intimate, even more than being inside you, as if you’ve let me see inside your soul.” All my anger dissipates. I’ve never wanted to take care of anyone the way I want to take care of her now. “It’s like we’re really into The Italian Obsession. Remember that scene? Remember how Angel felt with Tino? We can reenact it. I don’t have a piano, but we can improvise.”
“No.”
“That book is your favorite, and you write a lot of period play. How is that not your kink?”
“Take those fucking clamps off my pussy and untie me.”
I smack my lips, tasting every drop of her sweet blood. “You know what? I’m in such a good mood, I’ve decided I won’t punish you anymore. You’re my queen, and you deserve to be pampered, especially during this magical time. I promised I’d take care of you. How about you tell me what you’d like to eat? Do you have any cravings, any rituals to make it easier?”
“Yes, I sacrifice two virgins and eat their flesh for breakfast.”
I laugh. “You’re so funny, my love. I know, ice cream and a heating pad.”
“How about underwear and an actual pad for starters?”
But I want to watch. I can’t take my eyes off that crimson spell. “I’ll tell you one thing. If you’re a good girl and answer my questions while you let me take care of you, I’ll give you what you want. Deal?”
Her nostrils flare as she says, “Fine.”
“Yes!”
I feed her chocolate ice cream as the comfort of the heating pad relaxes her in my arms. “Such a good girl. Would you like me to read some Tino and Angel for you?”
She squints at the bookshelves. “Maybe later. I’d like you to read fromyourfavorite book.”
Are you trying to trick me, little butterfly? You can’t be a good girl for long, can you? Not even when you seem to have a thing for praise rather than punishment.I just read her that spicy scene where Tino makes love to Angel while she’s on her period, and she finally realizes how much she loves his cock. Am I a good boy innocently reading parts of her favorite book to please her? Nope. My intentions are far from honorable. I guess I’m naughty, too. I can’t wait for her to punish me.
She winces, trying to move against the straps.
I put the ice cream bowl away. “Something hurts, darling?”
“It’s called cramps. The cuffs aren’t helping either. Can you free my limbs, even if it’s one arm or one leg for a few minutes? I can’t feel them. They’re so numb.”
“I’d love to do that, make you as comfortable as possible, but…”
“What? I did everything you said without so much as a complaint.”
“But you haven’t answered my questions yet.”
She takes in a long breath and exhales with another wince. “Fine. I’ll play your game again. This time, for every answer I give, you take off one of those cuffs, and the clamps, and then you put me in clothes.”
“Umm… Yes to the cuffs. Clamps can go if you let me eat you again and enjoy it as much as I will. We’ll see about the clothes.”
She mumbles something before she agrees. The story she tells me is dark and gritty and gruesome. The details break my heart and fan the anger in my chest.
