Chapter 198: Machala
Everything ached, most of all my pussy. It had been a long time since I held a kneeling position for so long. I knew I pushed Luke and deep down I'd known it wouldn't work. He was always the one in control and that's what I needed from him. I suffered his punishment as desire swirled through my body.
I took a shower and tried to relieve some of my pain, but it didn't work. I needed to buy implements for self-flagellation. Something. Fucking anything so I could come on my own. I was now back to wanting Luke dead.
He knew my answer. There was no reason to wait until tomorrow. I needed to stop pushing, though. He didn't take it well and I fucking needed him so badly I screamed aloud. Hopefully the sound of the shower muffled it and my neighbors didn't call the police.
I lay sleepless in bed for hours-the simmering need in my pussy refusing to dissipate. I have no idea when I fell asleep, but the dream woke me up.
I was a young child looking in the mirror and watching as my body shrank to skeletal bones and finally dust. "Come along, you're too weak to just stand there." My mother spoke in my native tongue as she pulled me away from the mirror. I crouched on the ground, my arms circling her leg as we stood on the crowded street. She begged for food. People ignored us. A man offered her money for me and I silently screamed. I was so scared she'd hand me over that I bit my lip. When I rubbed it with my hand there was blood everywhere. It ran down my mother's legs and poured over the rags I wore as clothes.
"Stay there," she whispered. "You are too weak to stand."
I drowned in the blood, unable to move or draw in a breath.
That's when I woke up unable to breathe. Unable to pull myself from the past. My weakness. It saved my life, but at what cost? I pulled the pillow tight over my face, making it harder to breathe. I was no longer lost in the dream and the actual restriction of air brought me back. I did something I hadn't done in years. I cried for the little girl who blew away into the wind. The strong little girl who never had a chance to survive.
I have no idea how long it took to gain control of myself. I reached for my cell and called Luke. His sleepy voice had my pulse settling.
"I had a dream." He would understand. "I can't do this alone, Luke. Please. I'll come on the weekends, anytime you want. I need the pain to sleep. Please." I couldn't help the sob that escaped my throat.
"I'm on my way, girl." The phone went dead. I sat it back on the nightstand with trembling fingers.
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Luke
I didn't know if Machala had any idea how far she went with one phrase. I need the pain to sleep. I'd asked a hundred times why she needed pain. I crave it, I want to please you, the pain soothes me. I always knew her answers were lies, but I couldn't break through. I need the pain to sleep. She was no longer trying to control me, her words were her submission.
At a traffic light a few blocks from her home I sent her a text. Unlock the door and wait on your bed naked. I should be exhausted, but adrenaline was pumping so fast through my body that I felt intoxicated. I parked and grabbed my bag from the trunk.
The door was unlocked. I shut and locked it behind me, walking with slow even strides to her room-tapping a drumstick against my thigh. I wanted her hearing me and knowing what was in store.
She waited in the center of the bed on her knees, her hands resting on her thighs, her eyes down. This was the way I had her wait on Friday and Saturday nights. "Off the bed and in front of me, present yourself for punishment." She scrambled down so fast I had to hold back a smile. "You know your safeword, otherwise I don't want a sound from you."
I placed one of the sticks at her lips and she gripped it between her teeth. Usually I would strike her quickly, but not this time. I slowly walked around striking first on the back of her shoulder. She wasn't expecting the pain there and a small gasp escaped her lips.
"Silence."
The next struck the top of her ass followed by her breast. I didn't hold back. There was no rhyme or reason to when the next strike came down or where. Her lungs started heaving, tears stained her face. I didn't stop. I could see her nails digging into the skin of her arms where she held them behind her. I struck her upper arm. If it wasn't in the danger zone, such as her kidneys, I left small welts from the end of the stick. Her entire body quivered, but I didn't let up.
She took it.
I saw her lips move, but she didn't safeword... she was close. I went to my knees and pulled her against me, cradling her in my arms. Now her sobs broke from her throat.
"Thank you, Luke. Thank you."
"Shh. Quiet." I ran my hands over the welts, pinching at times soothing at others. I let her cry it out. My strong ice queen wasn't broken, would never be broken, but she was submitting fully for the first time. I couldn't lose the trust she'd finally given over and it took everything I had to say nothing about her dream. She would tell me when she was ready. It could take days, weeks, or months. I no longer cared.
When the tears slowed I helped her up and onto the bed. I grabbed tissues from the bathroom and wiped her face and nose. She didn't stop me. I always noticed these intimate touches made her uncomfortable, but not tonight. I threw the used tissues away and walked back over to the bed.
"On your knees and forearms, ass in the air." She didn't object or give me any defiant looks. She submitted.
I lubed a medium butt plug because I didn't plan to take her ass, but I wanted to feel the added tightness of her pussy when her ass was full. She had no idea what it did to me when Wade's dick was inside her and I could feel it as we both pumped into her.
"Push back and open for me girl." I pushed the butt plug inside without taking it easy on her. After rolling on a condom, I climbed behind her on the bed and my cock drove home. I placed one hand on her upper back, pushing her into the mattress. With the other, I grabbed the tight flesh on her ass and hips and squeezed painfully. She took it all.
"Don't come," I said when her moans grew louder and I knew she was close. She held back like a good girl. Several hard pumps later and I ground my thighs against her ass. "Now, girl, come for me."
Her pussy spasmed, the silky muscles milking me dry. I lay down, pulling Machala against my chest. I removed the condom and tossed it on my clothes. With a little wiggling, I got us both beneath the covers. "Go to sleep. I've got you."
"The plug," she whispered.
"Is staying put. Shh. Sleep." Our sweaty bodies slicked against each other. This is how I wanted her. I needed to breathe in the combined scent of us, unwashed and dirty. A shower or bath would only soothe her welts and I didn't want that either. This was who I was and this was what Machala needed.
I fell asleep an hour later, her breathing deep, my nose in the hair at her nape inhaling her scent.
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