Ginger Fox Part 2
" My life isn’t here. I still don’t know, to be honest, how it will be or what direction it will take, but I can assure you that we’ll always be together, always connected by what we feel inside... — I place my hand over her heart, hoping she understands what even I’m not quite sure about. — I’ll love you forever, Baby.
Her smile is small, but she still gifts me with an understanding look, gently stroking my hair.
“You’ll never leave my heart, my good girl.” — She holds my fingers over her chest, lifting them to her lips and placing a calm kiss, then smiling at me.
Her tender eyes focus on the marks on my wrists, now examining them closely. Baby quickly scans the rest of my body, stopping at the bite marks on my breasts and neck.
“When did he do this?” — She retracts, looking anxious and worried.
“We just got carried away, it’s fine.” — I stand up, pulling my robe off the floor and wrapping it around myself again.
“Fine? Your butt is covered in bruises, your body is marked everywhere, Gim. And you tell me it’s fine?” — I glance over my shoulder to see her dressing again, her eyes fixed on me.
I quickly tie the robe, making sure it’s secure, pulling my hair, which is tangled on my back, forward to cover my neck.
“Did he force you?”
“No... Oh my God, of course not!” — I turn around, breathing nervously, dragging the sleeve of my robe to cover my wrists. — “Baby, I’m okay, alright? We just got carried away... I got carried away. Actually, I think it was my fault.”
I divert my eyes from hers to the dresser, checking what’s on the tray. The coffee is already cold, but I still grab a toast for myself, offering the other to her.
“No, thanks.” — She gets up from the bed, coming towards me and holding my face in her hands. — “Gim, look at me. Why do you think it’s your fault?”
I bite the toast, trying to free myself from her hands, walking to the balcony door and opening the curtains and windows. The breeze that comes in cools my body’s heat.
“I provoked him.” — I shake the toast in my fingers, turning slowly to face her. — “It was as if my body wanted more. With every bite, I wanted another, stronger and deeper.” — I raise my eyes to hers, feeling like I’m sick. — “I wanted him to hurt me, Baby. I wanted to feel the pain, just to double my pleasure.”
I look at the toast in my fingers. I’m sick, that’s the only explanation for what I did, for how I acted, so libertine, against all my principles. Every bite, hair pull, and slap was consensual. I just wanted more, more pain, more pleasure.
More Jonathan!
“It was my fault, Baby.” — I collapse onto the mattress, sitting with a heavy heart. — “I wanted him to lose control, I wanted Jonathan to feel everything I was feeling.”
“Damn it, damn it, Gim! I should have warned you.” — Baby curses softly, sitting beside me and letting out a heavy breath with each intake of air.
“Warned me about what?” — I bite the toast, just needing something to make me feel normal, looking lost at the hard bread in my hand.
“Not to test Jonathan.” — Baby says the words heavily, shaking her head with regret. — “Do you know what tipped the scales for Jonathan to reach the Sodoma council?”
“It wasn’t because of your father?” — I turn my face to her, feeling exhausted in every way: emotionally, physically, and mentally.
“No, it wasn’t just that. Jonathan needed something more to reach the council. He had to be a Master in some practice, which they thought would take years to achieve.” — Baby looks at me, shifting her attention to my neck and gently pushing my hair back. — “By the age of twenty-four, Jonathan was already a perfectionist Master, he knew all the maneuvers, the exact points that could make a submissive bend before him like a docile kitten. That’s why he’s good at the Sodoma game. Jonathan uses your weaknesses against you to satisfy his desires. But he has only one weakness, just one.” — She raises her finger in front of my face, pointing to my neck. — “Just one, which makes him go into action when provoked. And like any Master, he is disciplined, controlled to release himself through what makes him lose control.”
“Master... Master in what?” — I pull my hair, covering my neck and feeling more confused than before.
“Jonathan is a sadomasochist, Gim!”
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