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I grab the mouthwash and quickly rinse my mouth. Then I jump in the shower, I have to get her blood off me. Pouring body wash over me, I rub it across my skin with my hands. Ripping the condom off, I throw it to the shower floor. I program all the showerheads to the highest setting, the high-powered streams feel like razors cutting across my skin, but the pain is nothing compared to the guilt I have in my head. Two minutes later I’m out and in the bedroom, grabbing a clean pair of boxers. I almost fall trying to put then on while running for the door. Flying down the stairs, I try the handle to her condo but it's locked. “Me and My Broken Heart” by Rixtonis playing loud from the other side of the door. She would never hear me knocking, she wouldn't answer anyway, why would she?
I run down the stairs to the entryway door, sliding the rock sitting in the corner over to hold the door open while I retrieve the key to her condo. I had instructed Bob to have an extra one made and left in my mailbox when the locksmith came. I thought it might come in handy to have, little did I know I would need it this quickly. Grabbing it, I run back in the building, kicking the rock away from the door as I run back up to her condo. Opening the door, it is dark. “Kitten?” I holler. She doesn’t answer. I flip on the light and head to the stereo, turning it off. Heading farther into the condo, I see a light coming from a room at the end of the hallway. Entering, I’m in her bedroom. Boxes sit on the floor unpacked, the mattress on the bed is bare. I hear water from a shower, looking over I see the bathroom door is open a crack, but it’s dark. Walking in, I flip on the light and see her sitting on the floor of the shower. Rocking back and forth with her head down, her knees drawn up into her chest, her arms wrapped around them hugging herself tight. I slide the door open and turn off the water and grab her up in my arms. “I'm so sorry, Kitten,” I whisper against her dripping wet hair. Carrying her into her bedroom, I put her naked wet body down on the bare mattress. Placing my hands on her bent knees I spread her thighs. I need to see if she is still bleeding.
She kicks at me and screams, “No, no, don't touch me!” She scoots her body across the bed to get away from me, but I grab her ankle, pulling her back down to the edge. I quickly wrap my arms around her, but she continues to flail. I don't give in. I hold her tight. I am not leaving. “I am so sorry. Please, Kitten, believe me, I am so sorry. I need to make sure you are okay, please let me look.” The words coming from my cold fucking heart, but this is all foreign to me.
“Fuck you,” she spits, digging her fingernails into my arms so hard she draws blood. And that's it, I am pissed. I know she is upset, but she might be hurt, and goddamn her trying to fight me. I overpower her, pushing her down onto the mattress, then straddling her, I hold her arms down over her head and yell.
“Stop it!” She stops thrashing and stares at me with eyes full of hate and anger. Lowering my voice but still commanding I continue, “I know I hurt you and I’m sorry, but now I am going to take care of you.”
“I don't want or need you to take care of me. Now get the hell off me!” she shouts back, bucking and wiggling beneath me again.
“I got all night, Kitten.” My tone bored, I effortlessly hold her down while she fights with all her might to break free. After a few minutes, her eyes soften and fill with defeat and tears. Too tired to fight and shivering from the cold, her body stills. I nod approvingly at her surrender and then slide off of her. Spreading her legs gently, I spread her swollen folds. I don't see any blood, so I insert my pinky in her, making her wince. “I'm sorry,” I whisper. Taking my pinky out there is just a light pink streak on it. Relief floods my body that I didn’t tear or hurt her really bad. However, the emotion she feels toward me isn’t easily fixable.
I carry her back upstairs to my fireplace. Looking down at the pillows, there is only one that actually has a little blood on it. I kick it to the side and rearrange the rest with my feet before placing her down. Picking up the remote to the fireplace off the mantel, I turn it on high, the fake logs flame and crackle with a realistic feel, heating the area quickly. Grabbing a blanket off the couch, I lie down and pull her back to my chest, spooning her next to me, covering us with the blanket. She looks so small lying in my arms. I pull her wet hair off her shoulders, laying it behind her, off the pillows. Kissing every inch of her shoulders softly, I rub her skin trying to warm her. I'm shit. She gave me her virginity, a precious pearl, irreplaceable, and instead of handling it with care and tenderness, I ripped it from her, mocking her while I did it. I can never make this up to her.
Kitten stirs in my arms. Then turns over to face me. “Why were you such an asshole to me?” she whispers, her voice hoarse from crying.
I inhale a deep breath before answering. “I was pissed.”
She sits up on her elbow to get a better look at me and asks, “Why?” “Several things, but mostly because you lied to me. I followed you. I know you were selling weed, not watering flowers.” I look her in the eye.
She lies back down on the pillows, staring at the ceiling and says, “I did water the flowers, that was not a lie. I just didn't tell you what I was doing after that.”
I shake my head. “Omission is still lying, Kitten, and your smart enough to know that.” She turns her head back to the fireplace and I cup her chin, turning her head to face me and kissing her lips before continuing. “But what I did was inexcusable, you don't know how much I wish I could go back and change it,” I say sincerely.
“I knew what was going to happen...it's just...well, I knew you weren't going to make sweet sappy love to me...but I didn't expect a pissed-off ‘Fast Eddie’ either,” she replies, pulling the blanket up to cover her more. “Who or what the fuck is a ‘Pissed-off Fast Eddie’?” I ask, confused. She tells me the story of her friend Jenna and a hookup she had with a guy she had not-so-affectionately named Fast Eddie. The story has me doubling over in laughter. “You’re something else, you know that, Kitten?” I lower my head covering her mouth with mine. My tongue caressing hers passionately. I can taste the saltiness from the tears she had swallowed earlier. Sucking her tongue between my teeth, I twirl my tongue around it, trying to lick every bit of the salty sadness I caused away. Breaking the kiss, I hold the side of her head in my hands as I look into her big, beautiful eyes. “You can joke all you want, Kitten, but I know I really hurt you.”
Her arms come up around the back of my head, pushing me down to her lips. “Then make it up to me, make me forget,” she mutters.
“I plan on it,” I reply. Kissing her lips quickly, I jump up, and grab her back in my arms, and carry her to the bathroom. Setting her on the bottom step of the walk-in tub. I turn on the faucets and search the built-in back cabinets for the bubble bath and salts, pouring some of each in the filling tub. Sitting down on the step beside her, I pull her over into the V of my lap. “I'm sure your sore, this should help.” My mouth against her neck, her cheeks turn red with embarrassment, making me laugh. “You may be my first virgin, Kitten, but your definitely not the first woman I have fucked sore.”
“How many women have you....um, been with?” she asks, dipping her toes in the water of the filling tub.
“I don't know, Kitten, I didn't keep count, but a lot,” I answer honestly with a shrug.
“Were you in love with any of them?”
“No, I think I thought I was with a couple of them when I was younger, but most of the women I have been with are not looking for that type of relationship, and truthfully neither was I.”
“Like prostitutes?” she asks shocked.
“No,” I answer. Shaking my head no, then I continue. “Do you know what BDSM is?” I ask, sliding her off me.
“Vaguely,” she answers, her curiosity evident. Reaching over to the corner of the tub, I flip open the cover of the control panel and turn on the tub jets, then explain.
“Well, most of the women I have been with before moving here were part of that lifestyle. My stepfather owns and runs a club out of his mansion up north. I grew up there in my older teen years. So, I was raised and trained to be a Dom with many different submissive women.” Removing my boxers, I throw them over the stairs to the bathroom floor.
Then picking her up, I tell her, “Put your legs around my waist, Kitten.” She complies and I walk us to the middle of the tub and sit down in the hot swirling bath. The heat of the water and the bath salts hitting her sex stings, making her gasp. She jumps, trying to get out of the water, but I grab her hips, pushing her back down in my lap, hugging her to my chest. “It will stop in a minute, Kitten,” I reassure her. She leans her head against my chest, her face in a grimace. “Ssshhhh,” I soothe her, rubbing her back.Fuck, why do I love taking care of her so much?After a couple minutes she raises her head, her face no longer in a grimace. “Okay now?” I ask.
“Yes,” she answers with a shy nod. “What kind of girls do you date now that you live here?” she asks, tracing my chest muscles with her finger.
“I don't date anyone. I fuck club girls mostly, if that is what you’re asking,” I reply honestly.
“And me.” She smiles, looking up at me.
“Yes, and you.” I laugh. “Fuck, your adorable, and if you don't quit tracing my muscles with that pretty little finger, I'm gonna fuck you again right here and I don't have any condoms in the tub, so unless you’re on birth control, please stop,” I groan. She gives me a crooked smile like she has a secret. “Are you on birth control, Kitten?” I wonder aloud. She nods yes slowly. “Why?” I ask curious.
“It's not just used for birth control,” she answers as she watches her finger trace a path through my six-pack.”Crap, I remember while eating breakfast with some of the submissives a few years back at my step-father’s BDSM club, one of the girls was complaining how bad she felt. Said her period was so heavy and she had cramps so bad all she wanted to do was go back to bed and curl up in a ball under the covers and pass out. That was when one of the other girls had suggested she get on birth control pills. At the time I held my hand up and said, “Too much information, girls.” I always wear condoms and am tested every three months, so I know I'm clean, and I'm her first, so she definitely is.“Well, thank God for heavy periods.” A chaste smirk pulls across my face. Raising her head with my hand, I trace her lips with the pad of my thumb. She reaches up and runs her fingers through my hair, curling it around her fingers she pulls it hard, sending my dick into orbit. I grab her waist, pulling her up on her knees in my lap. Then grabbing her tit in my mouth, I suck and tease her nipple with my tongue while my fingers twists and roll the nipple of the other. She arches into me wanting more. “Stairs, baby,” I mutter against her tit. She moves to the stairs of the bath, and I spread her legs wide. The sight of her beautiful swollen pink pussy has me dying to taste her again, but does she really want this?
