Red

He couldn’t take one more hit: his back was raw, his knees week. When she unclasped his hands from the chain above him, he collapsed to his knees. He rubbed his face against her legs. “I’m so sorry, sorry sorry,” he said.

She patted him on the head, caressing him. She touched his shoulder, guiding him up onto the bed as she lay down on it. He curled up next to her, and she pulled his head to her breasts. Tears streamed down his face, and onto her breasts, sliding down them, leaving warm salty trails.

“Shhhh,” she said. “It’s ok, it’s ok.”

“I tried to take it,” he said. “I just couldn’t take any more.” “I know, honey, I know.” She squeezed some body oil onto his back. He tensed at first, and then she gently rubbed it in. “You know why we do this, right?”

“Because I’m so bad?” He asked. He knew he was worthless, pointless scum. He couldn’t do anything right, nothing at all. He couldn’t even take one more hit. He sniffled. “Because I’m so bad.” He couldn’t say worthless. He couldn’t say useless. He wanted to, to let her know he was the worst thing in the world, but all he could say was “bad”. He sobbed.

“Shh shhh, ” she said, running her other hand through his hair. “That’s not right, and you know it.”

He let out a long sob. He hadn’t even gotten the question right, even though he knew, he knew he’d given the true answer. Her arms encircled him. “No, no,” she said, rocking him. “I would never do this for someone who was bad,” she said. “I love you, always and forever.”

He shuddered, crying tears of relief. “B-but, I said ‘Red’.”

“You took more than you’ve ever taken for me, hon.” She went back to rubbing the oil into his red back. “You’re going to be bruised,” she said with a smile in her voice. “I thought you would yellow a long time ago.”

“I didn’t want to red,” he said. “You just kept hitting the same place over and over and over…”

“Right here?” she asked, running her fingers over it.

He gasped, a quick indrawn breath. “Yes.”

“Come up here,” she said. “Kiss me.”

He slid up her body, and kissed her tenderly, a chaste kiss. “No,” she said. “Kiss me.” Her hand slid down to his ass, groping and squeezing. He kissed her, his tongue snaking out, and touching hers. She moaned. Her legs spread apart. “Fuck me,” she said.

He blinked away the last of the tears, and he was calm like he hadn’t been in weeks. A good flogging and a cry, and the stress and doubt were gone. He positioned himself over her, and plunged inside her wet cunt. He sighed happily at the way it felt to be inside her.

He smiled down at her, and she moaned up at him. “I love you,” he said.

“And I love you.”