Chapter 202: Machala

How did he do it? This man knew what my brain did not. The dull ache above my clit caused by the piercing had me craving more. It also reminded me that it wasn't just a collar that bound a submissive to their dominant. Luke piercing me was his claim and wouldn't disappear like the bruises he left after a scene.
He was on the phone while I used a mirror to look between my legs. He'd actually handed it to me before he went to make his call. Fuck, I desperately needed to come again or somehow get my mind off my body's greedy cravings.
I latched onto work. I had to call Danny and explain I wouldn't be at work for two weeks. Luke had removed the butt plug after our prolonged scene in the playroom. I sat on the end of my bed fully aware of my new piercing and hit Danny's name on my cell.
"Hello, doll. What's happening?" His anger over the newspaper article and picture was obviously gone.
There were times I used my icy business voice with Danny, but this wasn't one of them. I valued his friendship too much and I knew this would be rough on him. "Hi, Danny. I need a big favor."
"Anything."
Here went nothing. "Cover me at the office for the next two weeks."
He was silent for all of five seconds. "Anything but that. This has to do with Luke doesn't it?" Controlled anger sounded in each word.
I wouldn't lie to him. "Yes, I've agreed to move in with Luke for two weeks."
"Why didn't you call me so I could talk you out of this fucking mess?" His voice grew steadily louder.
I refused to question my decision. "Please, Danny, this is about my needs too."
I listened to his heavy breathing.
I needed him to understand. "I know you don't want to hear this, but I was so desperate, I invited a stranger to my house last week to take care of me. It shouldn't be that way."
"Christ," more heavy breathing, "are you okay?"
"Luke showed up, but what I'm trying to tell you is that I need this. I don't expect you to give your blessings, but I need your help at the office. You've always been there for me and I know I won't get your approval, but please, Danny, don't fight me on this."
He gave a long frustrated sigh. "It's not fair of you to turn this on me, but I love you. I'll be there to pick up the pieces when Luke pushes too hard. Again. He will, that's a given."
Now it was my turn to sigh. "Thank you, Danny. I have my laptop and my phone if something comes up that email won't solve. I'll check them both twice a day, otherwise they'll be turned off. I'll take you and Becky to The Capital Grille for dinner when I'm back at the office."
"Becky will be excited." When he spoke his voice had softened.
Relief washed over me. "I love you, Danny."
"I love you too. Take care of yourself and call if you need me."
We ended our conversation a few seconds later. I turned off the ringer and placed my phone on the dresser. I would check as promised, but for two weeks, I was giving my relationship with Luke a fair chance. The man had me coming with minimal pain and that had never happened before. I didn't know if I could get myself off alone, but eventually it might work. If some of the frustration over being sexually wired the way I was could be lessened I had to try. But these two weeks were more about a possible future for us.
He walked in the room. "How's your piercing feel?"
Why did I suddenly feel so shy? "Sore. Wonderful. Pretty."
I loved his non-sadistic smile as much as the sadistic one. It tempered his hard eyes. "Pretty?" he asked as he walked closer.
The shyness persisted. There was no part of my body this man hadn't possessed and embarrassment was the last thing I should feel over a simple conversation.
"Present yourself."
God, he even knew when I needed his dominance. I automatically did as he asked. Looking down, I could see the swollen outer lips of my labia but not the piercing itself.
He moved in close, running his fingers in my hair. His voice went gravely. "I'll change the balls to jewels when you've healed. It's best to use the non-hypoallergenic metal for now." He tipped my chin up and smiled again. "Eyes on me, girl. I gave you plenty of time to admire your pretty."
"Thank you, Luke, for earlier."
"Which part of earlier?"
"Every part."
His eyes grew fractionally hard. "I meant what I said about breath play. Erotic asphyxiation is dangerous. Too dangerous to do it alone."
"I won't. I promise. May I ask you something?"
"Yes."
"How did you know it would turn me on that fast?" I'd never had a desire to even try.
He gave me a long look. "I didn't, but with your night terrors, I hoped it would work. You can't catch your breath when you have them. We need to try correlating sex with an inability to breathe." He ran his fingers slowly through his hair, never taking his eyes off me. "I have no idea if it will help. We'll see over the next two weeks."
I froze at the first mention of my night terrors. My mind began shutting down, though a small niggling thought flashed. The dreams and hyperventilating never occurred to me as a reason to use breath play. The pinch to my nipple pushed back the haze slightly.
"You asked and I'll always tell you the truth, girl. I'm not delving deeper just trying to help the consequences of the dreams. I'm not a shrink, just the man who loves you."
He loved me. The words neither of us said. My lips trembled as I tried to hold back tears. His powerful arms lifted me to my feet. His head lowered and he kissed me. This kiss wasn't about dominance or possession. It was gentle and thorough.
He pulled back. "I love you," he said again.
My words of love stayed locked inside. I felt vulnerable, too vulnerable. I cherished Luke's declaration, but almost wished he hadn't said it. There was too much locked inside me to give everything. Luke deserved it all.
It didn't appear my lack of a reply mattered. "Movie night. You choose." He gave me a full smile.
We had shared nights like this before; mostly Sundays when he didn't have practice. His giving me control of movie selection didn't happen often. Luke loved nothing better than a shoot 'em up action adventure, while my tastes ran more to subtitled dramas. His movie collection included everything under the sun. More than half remained in their original cellophane packaging. He collected them for his subs. I remembered the movie I planned to watch the last weekend I had with Luke. Normally I would watch it Friday or Saturday night while he rehearsed, but him giving over the selection choice was too good for me to pass up.
He interlocked his fingers with mine as we walked to his home theater. He reclined against his couch while I looked through his alphabetized selection for the one I wanted. I pulled the box out and immediately noticed it was unwrapped. I turned it over in my hands and gave Luke a slight smile.
"You actually watched this?" I asked as I walked to the couch and showed him the box.
"I doubt it," he said with a laugh. "You truly want me suffering don't you?"
It took a few seconds for the small details to sink in. I looked down at Luke. "You had a submissive after me." Why did I feel hurt? Betrayed? It was so stupid. I knew Luke wouldn't go long without someone to dominate.
"Come here." He pulled me down beside him. "I'll always be truthful, so if you want the story, I'll tell you."
I couldn't look at him, just nodded. I felt small and insignificant and hated my weakness. He tipped my chin up until I looked into his soft brown eyes, devoid of the sadist within. "There were two of them." Hell, my heart ached. "They came as a team and lasted two weeks. I fucked them around the clock during those two weekends and it did no good. They weren't you."
"Two at the same time?" It was so ridiculous that now I wanted to laugh.
"I limped for an entire week after they left." He kept a straight face, but I could see the sparkle in his eyes.
"You lie." My smile broke through.
"A women sandwich is not the dream situation most men think it is. I chaffed so badly, I almost went to the doctor."
I started laughing. I had no idea if he was serious or not. I just couldn't picture intimacy like we shared if there were two of them. Probably a stupid thought, but two was better than one in my book for all the wrong reasons. And that made it acceptable.
"Now it's your turn. We were apart for six months. What did you do and who with?"
His arms had tightened fractionally and I knew he was keeping the question lighthearted, but he wasn't feeling as easygoing as he tried to appear.
"I visited a club twice that first month. Didn't work and I didn't connect with anyone I was willing to try more than a public scene with."
"Didn't work how?"
I could feel the heat race up my cheeks. "I didn't get off."
"Good."
I gave a slight shove to his chest, but my hand remained pressed against his warm flesh. "You're horrible."
"You or me. That's who will get you off."
I playfully pinched his nipple. "I still don't think I can get off by myself."
"Trust me, girl. We'll find something that's safe and does it for you every time."
From the look in his eye, he believed it. Movie nights were one of the few times Luke relaxed his dominant side. It was several weeks into our relationship before I realized he didn't mind my boldness on these nights. Now, my hand moved lower until I cupped his cock, which unsurprisingly was rock hard.
"This and a drumstick do it for me every time."
He moved my hair aside, leaned in, and bit my shoulder, hard. "Naughty girl. Your body needs a break and so does that sweet pussy. Let's watch something romantic."
Each word breathed against my skin sent shivers clear to my toes. I squeezed his cock lightly before moving my hand up. The man wanted romance and for some reason I was in the mood for blood and guts. Compromise was the key. After all, he'd given me the choice.
The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo. I chose the foreign version because I'd seen the English one. I rested my head in Luke's lap when the movie started. His erection settled down a bit a while later. My desire for him to fuck me did not. He'd told me he loved me and I wanted to show him how much I loved him, even if I couldn't say the words.
The next thing I knew, Luke lifted me in his arms. I'd fallen asleep sometime in the middle of the movie. I wrapped my arms around his neck. I wasn't exactly a small woman, but I felt like a pixie when Luke carried me. I swear his flexed arms turned me on as much as his rippled abs. I tiredly thought about working out with him in the morning and afterwards having a full day together. I smiled.