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More Than Darkness	By : SaMe Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time In Mexico Views: 4591 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 48
Salida woke up early.
The sun was just starting to rise, but already her mind was starting to
crank with ideas about how to torment her husband...and appear innocent at the
same time.
They were facing one
another, Jeffrey nearly on his back and she was leaning against him
slightly. Slowly she shifted until more
of her body was pressed against his, then she insinuated one of her legs
between his before nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. Purposely she started to breathe through her
mouth so her breath washed over his neck.
All this done, she waited for him to wake and automatically respond to
her.
Jeffrey hummed a
contented response as something warm and soft was pressed up against him and
instinctively moved closer to it without opening his eyes. Opening his eyes was
many times more effort than he wanted to undertake at the moment, so he simply
tried to move into the source of the contenting warmth and fall back asleep.
His hands moved out and pulled that warmth closer to him even as he moved.
Wanting more of a
response than that, Salida settled her leg more firmly against the morning
erection she could feel, and softly moaned in his ear.
Feeling the
pressure on his now slightly aching arousal galvanized Jeffrey into action and
he opened his eyes and saw his wife above him and immediately moved his hands
to the sides of her head and pulled her down for a passionate kiss before he
could stop to think about what she was trying to do to him.
Salida kissed him,
pretending to be sleepy and half-awake.
Certainly he couldn't accuse her of cheating if she was simply reacting
to something that had woken her.
Once he was sure
she'd stay kissing him, his hands began to move of their own accord down her
sides and up under the edge of her pajama shirt to skim along her back and
under the waistband of her pants to cup her ass and press her down towards him.
Mmm...
As pleasant as this was though, if she didn't stop him, he'd win by
default. They had rules, and while they
were both still fully clothed, she doubted Jeffrey would stop in his
half-conscious state.
"Lover,"
she murmured in his ear. "You're
about to lose."
Jeffrey's hands
stilled and he let out a groan of frustration. "You know what? Fuck it. I
don't care. I'm tired of this. So, I'm a bit of a sex addict. Who cares? With a
wife as sexy as you, it's no question. I like sex. I like the physical act,
sure, but you're right. I like the emotional contact that comes with it. I like
being close to you in all the ways I can. So fine. You win, vixen. I give
up."
" doe doesn't
count," she murmured as she moved against him. "Remember the terms of your
surrender?"
"Tell
me," he murmured, nipping at the underside of her chin.
"You have to
willingly put yourself at my complete and absolute mercy without knowing what
I'm going to do. You have to willingly
put yourself into restraints, and then allow me to do whatever I please. You also said that you could do all that
without saying a word or making a peep.
Through all of it. Still want to
give up?"
"Let me get
this straight. Either I do this-go along with everything you said-or no sex? I
don't like those options, vixen," he said with a frown.
"Those were
the terms of our bet. The staying silent
part isn't required, although you did say you could do it. Your surrender has to fall under the terms we
decided though. You voluntarily in your
hand restraints. You may leave your legs
free. It's either that, or we keep going
until you cooperate, or your 48 hours are up."
48 hours seemed
like an incredibly long fucking time
to him right now. "How long are you going to leave me like that?"
"You don't get
to find out. I may not leave you be
until we're exhausted. I might leave you
until nightfall, Sands' appearance or not."
They were shitty
options, but what choice did he have? He didn't want things to go on like this.
He hated having to restrain himself
every single time he wanted to respond to his wife. It wasn't in his nature to
hold himself back. He was ruled by his passions and he knew it. He was a 'act first think later. Maybe,' Kind of guy.
"Fine," he said in a somewhat grudging tone.

"Alright." Salida moved
off him and took a seat on the far side of the bed. For now she would just watch him.
"You going to
let me at least brush my teeth and go to the bathroom first, warden mine?"
he drawled with a raised eyebrow.
"Go
ahead. Be my guest, lover."
Jeffrey sighed and
moved out of bed, straightening his bunched boxers as he walked to the
bathroom. He took his time with his usual morning activities, not knowing how
long his wife would leave him locked up. Depending on how devious she was
feeling, it could be anytime between minutes and
hours. He just hoped it wouldn't last all day. With this thought in mind, he
wandered back and reclaimed his spot in bed underneath the covers. "You're
going to have to do the second restraint. I won't be able to reach."

"Alright." She wasn't
going to make any move towards him until he had done all he could on his own.
Making sure the
covers were at least pulled up to his lap and that his pillow was moved to the
middle of the bed so that he could lay on it, he reached up and with a slight
sigh he buckled the larger restraint around his right wrist tightly before
offering his left to her.
Moving slow enough
to be torturous, Salida took his arm in her hands, languorously kissing her way
up to his hand from his elbow. After
nibbling on the inside of his wrist for several seconds, she kissed it and
strapped it in firmly. Then she lowered
her mouth to his and gave him a passionate kiss...right before getting off the
bed.
Jeffrey sighed and
tried to resign himself to his fate as he let his head fall back to the pillow.
Sooner or later depending on how long she made him
suffer, he'd have to work it so that he could move up to sit with his back
against the headboard to restore circulation to his arms. But that wouldn't be
a problem for a little while yet. "Just don't leave me for too long, ok
vixen mine?"
"I'm afraid
you don't get an opinion on the matter, lover.
I'll be back when I get back."
She kissed him again.
"Although, if its any comfort, I'm not
really leaving the room."
"Then where
are you going?"
"Bathroom. I think I'm going to take this opportunity to
take a shower where I actually get cleaner instead of dirtier. I won't linger too long." She blew a kiss to him and left the room.
Goddamnit, that
wasn't fair. What happened to the 'no one showers alone' rule? She was just
doing this to torture him. He pounded his head against the pillow a few times
in frustration before relaxing and trying to ignore the sounds of the shower.
True to her word,
Salida only took ten minutes to shower. But
after that she took fifteen to blow-dry her hair, and a few more to brush her
teeth, swish some mouthwash, and to floss.
Before emerging once again, she slipped into a little something she'd
bought while Jeffrey was gone. It was a
set of leather lingerie. While there was
nothing particularly special about the panties, the bra had five inch long
fringe hanging down from it.
Dressed and with
her hair hanging loose down her back, she grabbed their bag of goodies and came
out of the bathroom.
Jeffrey had been
trying-and failing miserably-to go back to sleep while his wife showered, but
he couldn't help himself. He came to attention-in more ways than one-when he
saw her. He cleared his throat. "When�did you get that, vixen?" he
asked, pleased with how causally he managed to ask that when confronted with a
vision of heaven in leather.
"When I was
home alone and everyone else was in Hawaii. I didn't think I'd make it into the house
with this kept a secret otherwise."
Gracefully she stalked over to the bed, reveling in the way the fringe
caressed her skin.
"And why
didn't you show it to me earlier?" he asked in that same casual tone,
although he was unconsciously balling his handso fio fists now.
"I was waiting
for the correct time. I wanted to wear
it for more than five seconds."
Getting onto the bed, she knelt over him, her legs to either side of his
hips. "I take it you approve."
Jeffrey nodded
before clearing his throat again. "You're timing could have been a bit
better from my point of view though, vixen."
"Your point of
view is always, 'How fast can I get it off?'/spa/span>I wanted you to appreciate it for awhile." She grinned and leaned forward, her breasts
nearly spilling out of what used to be merely tight cups. I
suppose there are good things to say about pregnancy, she mused as she
wad Jed Jeffrey's eyes lock onto her chest.
"Uh�yeah. I
appreciate it," he murmured dully, his brain seeming to short circuit a
little due to over stimulus. "You look�ravishable," he said at last.
"I was just
thinking the same thing," she replied, pulling the covers back. Her eyes automatically went to the proof of
his appreciation. "I see you have
something for me."
"Yes, it would
appear so," Jeffrey murmured, looking down at his chest at the clearly
noticeable bulge of his arousal through his boxers. As if he couldn't fucking
feel it throbbing for attention.
"I think I'll
be merciful for the moment and take care of this. And then I'll make sure you can take care of
me." Her grin was pure evil as she
pulled down his boxers. "How would
you like me to resolve this?"
"Ride me hard
and fast until I burst, vixen," he drawled, his arousal twitching in
anticipation even as he said it.
"No...that's
not exactly what I had in mind. At least
not yet." Salida slid her hands up
her husbands legs, past his arousal to his stomach, up to his chest, and then
back down. This time, she allowed her
hands to come to rest over him.
"Anything else you'd like?"
"What�are you
willing to give me?" he asked, arching under her touch before he could
stop himself.
"What do you
want?"
"Oh god, I
want�everything. Your hands moving over me until I'm bucking off of the bed.
Your mouth licking and biting and sucking at me until I'm moaning. I want
everything."

"Alright." Opening her
bag, she pulled out a pair of black lace gloves. Very carefully she slipped her hands into
them, and then wrapped her left hand around his arousal while her right went
between his legs. The lace would be
scratchy against his delicate skin, adding to the sensations he was seeking.
"Ohh�" he
moaned on contact. "How long�have you been planning this?" he asked
as he looked from her lingerie to the gloves.
"Oh, I'm a
veritable fount of ideas," she murmured, lowering her head to kiss his
tip.
Her mouth on the
tip of his arousal was like setting off a live wire throughout his body and
several things happened at once. First, he let out a mixture of a gasp and a
hiss at the sensation, second he tried to buck off of the bed but was kept down
by her, and third he gave a good yank at his restraints. They held fast.
"Steady,
lover." She threw him another
wicked glance before setting up a steady rhythm of hand and mouth.
Steady, she says. Yeah fucking right.
With each joint movement of her hand and mouth, he felt himself draw nearer and
nearer to the edge. It would be a little while until he fell of that edge yet,
but god he was having a good time getting there. If only he could touch her.
"Fuck, I miss touching you already," he moaned.
That's unfortunate. As she upped the stakes, her hand left his
length completely to relocate on his chest to tease his nipples while her mouth
took over south of the border.
His body was
buzzing with sensation and his breath was coming fast and hard around loud
moans. And still he pulled at the restraints. He kthatthat he couldn't get his
hands free simply by will alone, or at least he thought he, bu, but he found himself pulling at the straps
regardless.
That's it, lover. Come for me.
Just let go already so the real games can begin. Doing as he'd asked, she started using her
teeth to ratchet up the tension.
As if he'd heard
her plea, Jeffrey couldn't hold up under the barrage of sensation any longer,
and he came fast and hard, arching up off the bed as much as he was able, but not able to catch his breath long enough
to yell.
As her husband
recovered, Salida discretely wiped her face on a corner of the blanket, then
popped a piece of gum in her mouth. She
was determined to have fresh breath when she kissed him. Chewing quickly, she swallowed it, then
stretched out to lie down next to her husband, tugging off her gloves. "Ready for more fun, lover?"
"Bring it
on," he murmured, letting his head fall back against the pillow and his
eyes drift shut in preparation for whatever she threw at him next. If it was
anything like what she had just done with him, he would be a very contented
little nymphomaniac.
"Well, lover,
I've been thinking about this for awhile.
Something tells me that if I say the word 'pain' while wearing this
little ensemble, I know exactly what is going to run through your mind...and I
refuse to go there. No. I have other ideas." Digging in her bag, she pulled out a 9 volt
battery and two pieces of wire.
Carefully, she wrapped the wire around the springs sticking up from the
battery. "Here's your science
lesson for the day. As long as I touch
both wires, I won't get shocked because I'm forming a circuit. If I touch you with only one wire, you
will."
Jeffrey nodded.
There wasn't much he could say to that. "Lesson learned."
"Should we try
it just to make sure I know what I'm doing?" She grinned.
"Probably a
good idea," he murmured, his eyes fixed on her hands instead of her breasts
for a change.
Salida wrapped one
wire around her finger like a ring to make sure she didn't lose it, then gently
touched Jeffrey's bicep with it.
Jeffrey gasped a
little as his arm twitched under the flow of the current. It was like a shock
of static electricity, but somehow more�intense. It didn't really hurt all that
much, though. Just enough to send a sharp buzz through his arm that didn't
last.
"Like
that?" she asked.
"I don't know.
Too early to tell. It has potential though," he murmured.
"This kind of
potential?" She trailed the wire
down his skin from elbow to shoulder, minute breaks making it seem as if it
were a continuous surge of electricity running in a stream down his arm.
He moaned this
time, unable to stop himself. God, he loved it when she gave him pain and
pleasure combined. Seeing her look so earnest as she did so was arousing in and
of itself as well. "Yeah. That kind."
"And
this?" She ran the wire around and
around one of his small nipples, slowly at first but then faster and faster.
"Oh sweet
fuck," he groaned, arching up off the bed with wonderful spots of white
flashing before his eyes. It was as if the current had transformed his blood
into pure electricity and arousal, and it left him reeling from the sensation.
"Don't stop, vixen. Please."
"Oh, I'm
nowhere close to stopping," she murmured, switching to his other nipple.
It excited her to
sit and watch him writhe because of what she was doing to him. She didn't even have to touch him for him to
respond without inhibition or reserve.
This was her husband, and this was the power she had over him.
Wickedly, she ran
the wire up his neck and throat. Along
his jaw. Around his ears. His skin twitched and danced wherever the
wire went, and she found herself entranced.
Wherever her hand
moved, it now traced a path of fire across his skin, and he was more than happy
to let himself be consumed by it. The pain was intense and exquisite, and all
he wanted was more. More and more until he couldn't take it any longer and
exploded in sensation at her touch.
He could feel his
wrists beginning to hurt as he pulled at the restraints, but that was just one
voice in the choir of pain that he was currently experiencing. "Oh god, I
lo-love you, vixen," he managed to say. He loved that she would do these
things for him. To accept and give him the pain which he so craved in equal
doses with the pleasure.
"Is that
right?" Before he could answer, she
clamped her lips over his and started to kiss him passionately even as her hand
continued tracing a meandering path over his body.
He tried to kiss
her back, he really did, but with her hand still moving over him all he wanted
to do was to break away and moan or gasp or yell or all three. She wasn't
letting him. After a few long seconds, he accepted this and did his best to
kiss her back.
His kiss tasted
like surrender to her, and she ruthlessly pressed her advantage. It wasn't every day that she got him into a
position where she could be so totally dominant, and she loved every minute of
the times she did. Like this. It a c a complete turn on to watch him turn
into a quivering mass under her hands.
"Is this what
you see?" she demanded when she pulled away. "When you torture me endlessly, is it
because you like to see me so lost to my lust?
So totally surrendered and dependent on you?"
"Yes. You're
really mine then," he responded after taking a moment to clear his
thoughts, his body already yearning for her touch again. "Please,
vixen."
"Please
what?"
"More,"
he moaned.
"More
what?" She was going to be as
ruthless as possible in this.
"Pain. Please.
Hurt me more. I'll do anything. Just�please," he moaned desperately,
banging his head against the pillow and still pulling at his restraints, which
actually made things worse, because the act brought him pain-his wrists were
probably rubbed raw by now despite the lining of the cuffs-but it wasn't nearly
enough.
Giving in, Salida
ran the wire down one leg, traced the arch of his right foot several times
before switching to the left and repeating the process.
His feet twitched
and his brain automatically tried to circumvent his desires and move them away
from the pain. Jeffrey just moved them back where they had been, murmuring
"More" and "Please" under his breath again and again.
Lovingly, she
trailed it up his leg, then spent several minutes torturing his navel before
tracing figure eights over his hips and abdomen. Just when it seemed he was going to beg for
her to go a bit lower, she touched the wire to the inside of his leg - just
above his knee - and proceeded to very slowly move upwards.
If Jeffrey could
have pulled the bed apart and therefore freed himself, he would have long ago. Every
vein stood out in his body as he strained to touch her and to be touched. His
back was now in a fixed arch over the bed, with his head and heels digging into
the mattress. He was mumbling�something, but he couldn't catch hold of a
coherent thought long enough to decipher what it was. The only thing he knew
was that her hand brought pain and pleasure, and that her hand had to keep moving.
Before she could
reach the place he so desperately wanted her, Salida switched to his other leg
and made the same journey. Again she
stopped just short of the goal, and this time when she stopped, she stopped for
good. There was no point in allowing him
to come so soon. Especially when she had
her own needs.
When she stopped,
he let out a keening sound of a mixture of disbelief and desperation, his eyes
opening wide and locking onto hers. "Please. No-no-stopping. Can't stop
now. Oh god, don't do this to me. Don't stop. Please, vixen. Please."
"Yes. Stopping.
We can't have you enjoying yourself so much without me, now can
we?"
"Yes we can.
Don't. Stop."
"No we
can't," she said firmly, setting the battery aside.
He moaned when she
did that and cursed more than a few times, yanking at his restraints with a
renewed vigor now. Have to get my fucking
arms free so I can strangle her. He thought darkly as rage began to tint
his roaring lust. "Why? Fuck. Why did you stop?"
"Because I'm
in control," she said in a chilly voice.
"And it is much too late for you to back out now. I was going to let you go, but now I don't
want to. I think you can just sit there
for a minute and think about what possible reasons I could have for wanting my
hands free."
Jeffrey just
groaned in rage and extreme frustration, still testing the restraints.
"They're not
coming loose, Jeffrey. When you think
you've figured out what I want, tell me, and we'll see about starting
again."
Jeffrey growled at
her, but after a moment he forced himself to think. "Because you want to
touch me."
"Close, but
not quite it."
"Because you
want to touch yourself," he sneered.
"You know
what? I think I'm hungry. I'll be back in five minutes. If you can be civil then, perhaps we'll have
some fun with food." She smiled
tightly, then left the room, pulling on her robe as she went out the door.
He let out a loud
yell of curses at her departure that she could no doubt hear out in the hall.
Hell, the neighborhood probably heard it.
"You're being
a brat," she called back.
"Come back and
fucking punish me then!"
"Nope! You'd enjoy it too much!" Too her credit, Salida said this as if she
were talking about the weather.
If he could have
torn the fucking room apart, he would have, but since that wasn't an option,
and the restraints still weren't fuckcomicoming loose, he laid back and shut
his eyes tightly and bit down on his bottom lip to keep his mouth shut almost
hard enough to bleed. Fuck her. The
fucking teasing bitch. He thought with another sneer. But he still loved
her, damn it. Despite everything, he still fucking loved her. "Fuck,"
he murmured under his breath. "What the fuck is she trying to do to
me?"
When Salida
returned, it was with a bottle of iced tea, the chocolate cake, and a can of
pressurized whipped cream. "Feeling
more agreeable?" she asked, setting her things down on the table.
He just grunted at
her, but it was a step up from a curse.

"Hungry?" she asked,
spraying a bit of whipped cream onto her jaw and leaning down.
He wanted to say no
and deny her what she wanted him to do on pure principle, but he couldn't. He
raised his head and licked up the line of whipped cream hungrily before nipping
at her jaw when he was finished.
The nip was
forceful enough for her to look at him with reproachful eyes, but she didn't
say anything other than, "You willing to play?"
"Maybe. Are
you going to stop again before I have too much fun?" he asked with a
slight scowl.
She laughed
softly. "Lover, we're doing this
because you admitted that you're a sex addict.
This was what I won. Are you
really going to begrudge me that?
Because if you are, then its no fun for either of us."
He thought about
it. "No. I'm not."
"Then I'm
willing to release one of your hands if you promise to leave the other be. We'll have more fun that way."
"Alright fine."
Salida let his left
arm go, not quite managing to get away before he'd wrapped it around her and
pulled her against him.
"You're right.
This is more fun," he murmured before kissing at her neck hungrily and rocking
against her center. His arousal had damped a little during the time she had
left him alone, but it hadn't gone away. Not by a fucking long shot.
She sighed and
pressed against him, her hands tangling in his hair. "I'm still hungry," she murmured,
rolling her head back and out of his way.
"Yeah, well so
am I," he said, although his eyes didn't stray to the food she had
brought. They stayed fixed on her.
"Feed
me," she whispered, moving until she could press a kiss against his ear.
Even he couldn't qu'>quite turn that into an innuendo, so he
sighed and grabbed a piece of cake in-between his fingers and offered it to
her. "Enjoy."
Her mouth accepted
it eagerly, her tongue darting out to wash his fingers of any chocolaty
residue.
Jeffrey let himself
enjoy the sensation of her sucking on his fingertips for a moment before
asking, "More?"

"Mmm-hmm." She opened
her mouth and leaned into him a bit more firmly.
He almost winced as
the sensation was too much and not enough at the same time, but didn't and
offered her another small piece of the cake.
This time she
kissed him afterwards, allowing him to discover how the chocolate tasted in her
mouth.
Jeffrey hummed in
satisfaction as he licked the lingering chocolate from her tongue and teeth,
kissing her deeply and doing his best to move even closer to her as best he
could with one hand restrained to the headboard. Once he was finished licking
and sucking every last bit of the sweet chocolate from his wife's esweesweeter
lips he tilted his head to the side and began kissing her neck as much as she
allowed.
Salida allowed him
as much as he wd tod to take. As much as
she liked having him at her mercy, she liked having him touch her even
more. '> Deep inside she knew she liked
being protected, held, dominated, and cherished by her husband. It was good to be the seductress and the
dominating one from time to time, but she always missed his clever hands and
mouth. He was a determined lover, not so
much generous as he was stubborn. If he
wanted to see her come, he wouldn't let anything stop him. Which was fine by her.
"Release my
other hand, vixen," he murmured softly into her ear as he nibbled on the
lobe.
"No," she
sighed, tilting her head towards him.
"You'll take advantage of your helpless wife."
"Yeah, and?
I'm not seeing a downside here, vixen," her drawled, moving her head back
to where it had been so he continue sucking on her ear.
"You go too
fast." Her eyes fluttered shut as
she started running her nails lightly over his skin.
"Yeah, well
you go to slow," he murmured, nipping at her ear sharply before kissing at
it to take away the painful sting.
"But I want to
take my time."
"You have taken your time, vixen. Or do you
forget leaving me with a fucking aching hard on and wandering off to eat
cake?" he muttered as he nipped and kissed along her jaw line now.
"No, I took
your time. You've already gotten to come
once. And you're so eager that you won't
take your time this time."
"Touch�,"
Jeffrey murmured. "Alright fine. I can be gracious. What would you like me
to do for you, beautiful sexy wife mine?"
"Just what
you're doing...and whatever - of that's nice - else you can do with one
hand."
"I can do
almost everything with one hand, vixen. Just not more than one thing at a time.
See, I could do this," he murmured as he moved his hand between their
bodies to finger her clit roughly, "but then I'm not able to do
this," he moved his hand back up to tease and pinch one of her nipples as
best he could through the leather bra she was wearing. "You can see my
dilemma."
Her breathing had
sped up considerably. "I-I
see." Forcing her eyes open, she
looked at him. "Promise you'll be
good and I'll let you go.&quop>
p>

"No promises.
It's not in my nature to be good. I promise to be sensually wicked if you let
me go, vixen," he said, licking a line of sweat off of her neck in a long,
languid movement.
"Promise not
to be selfish then, or no deal." It
was getting harder and harder to think clearly, and he'd barely done anything
to her yet.
"Never. I'm
tired of promises. Either let me go, or deal with my oh so limited attentions.
Maybe I'll decide to use my hand to give you more cake and not strive to arouse
you any more at all. I guess we'll have to wait and see how clever my hands
want to be."
"Sooner or
later you'll run out of cake," she murmured as she pulled away. "And how long do you think you can sit
there and do nothing while expecting me to give you what you want?"
"Who said I was
going to do nothing, vixen? I didn't. And the cake's only one option. I'm
flexible."
"Tell me what
I want to hear, and you'll have even more."
"I
won't," he murmured, running his fingertips over her side light enough to
make her muscles twitch involuntarily at the sensation.
"You
will," she pressed, running her lips along his jaw in an open-mouthed
kiss.
"No, I
won't," he answered, moving his hand down to skim her bare thigh.
"If I raised
the stakes you would."
"Why would you
want to do that?" he tried to ask it casually, but his interest was piqued
as she knew it would be, damnit.
"Because I'm
going to have my way no matter what I have to do to get it."
"How devious
of you. You're so sure of yourself, vixen. Why?"
"Because we've
already confirmed that you're a sex addict, and that I'm devious. That's why I'm so sure of myself."
"Yes, that's
true. But I'm also a stubborn son of a bitch who wants his hand free so that he
can ravish his wife properly. That and the fact that I'm still horny and hard
as hell, tends to put me in a rather determined
mood."
"Which is why
you have to promise not to be selfish," she concluded with a small,
self-confident smile.
"I can't
promise that. I won't," he vowed stubbornly.
"Then you
don't get a second hand."
"I could just
unbuckle it myself you know."
"If you'll do
it'll just put me in a bad mood. Do you
really want to deal with that right now?"
She lifted an eyebrow.
"Bad mood like
storm off in a fucking huff? Or bad mood like take it out on your
husband?"
"Bad mood like
a cold shoulder and frumpy clothes."
Jeffrey made a
disgusted face. "Fine. I won't unbuckle my fucking arm. Happy now?"
"Promise and
I'll let it go myself. And let you trade
places with me."
"What am I
promising again?" he asked with a slight sigh. He didn't want to give in,
but he liked the options presented.
"Not to be
selfish."
"Meaning�what,
exactly?"
"Once we've
traded places, you can't just fuck me senseless to satisfy yourself."
"But you'd
enjoy it too," he murmured with a small disappointed frown.
"I'd enjoy a
bit of actual foreplay better."
Jeffrey grumbled
under his breath about that particular topic and not letting it lead to other
things, but eventually nodded and spoke, albeit grudgingly. "I promise.
You'll get your fun."
She kissed him and
unbuckled his other hand, waiting for what he'd choose to do to her.
He immediately
rolled them over so that she was on the bottom but didn't move to restrain her
hands. He was feeling a bit bitter and used about the whole restraints thing
and a part of him wanted to retaliate against her for that, but the rest of him
wanted her hands to remain free and on him
so he moved to grab the neglected whipped cream instead.
"Any
preferences as to where, vixen?" he murmured tossing the can back and
forth between his hands absently as he asked. "This is supposed to be your fun, after all. And I'm feeling
more generous than you were earlier."
"I asked how
you wanted me to make you come," she defended herself. "And wherever you want to put that is
fine."
Jeffrey snorted at
that. He was still more than a little annoyed with her for not giving him what
he'd wanted earlier with the electricity-even the thought of it made him shiver
in a mixture of present irritation and past pleasure-but he was trying to put
it past him. He sprayed a long line of whip cream from her neck to her navel
and immediately started licking it up, starting from the top and working his
way down slowly.
His tongue was hot
and wet, firm and teasing, soothing and maddening. Salida moaned softly as he pressed it between
her breasts to lap up all the whipped cream he could reach, and arched as he
trailed down her abs. Without thinking,
she buried her hands in his hair and pulled him closer to her as she sighed and
murmured her pleasure.
When Jeffrey
reached he gently rounded stomach, he took his time kissing and licking every
last bit of the wonderful mixture of whipped cream and a taste that was purely
her that was ambrosia on his tongue. Not able to help himself, he nuzzled her
skin and pressed his cheeks and nose and forehead against it like a big cat,
only wanting to get closer to her and to become enveloped by her scent.
It was with
reluctance when he finally pulled away to reach under her as best as he could
and remove her bra without having his neck wrenched out of joint by her hands
grabbing at his hair. Once that was done, he sprayed an inverted triangle of
whipped cream across her breasts and ending in a point just above where the
thatch of hair between her legs began. He then set to work on divesting her of
it.
By the time Jeffrey
reached her belly button, Salida was moving restlessly. Her hands were now by her head, uselessly
clenching and unclenching as she murmured to him in nonsensical Spanish. His own torture earlier had been torture for
her as well as she set aside her needs to make him writhe and sweat for
her. Now he pushed her along towards
full-blown arousal faster than he normally did.
Jeffrey hummed in
satisfaction as he licked up the last bit of whipped cream from her skin and
looked up at her with lust-darkened eyes. "God, you fucking amaze me right
now, vixen. You're so incredibly sexy that I think that if watch you for too
much longer I'm going to fucking lose it." He leaned down to nip at one of
her nipples hard and was rewarded with another stream of murmured Spanish.
"And I love it when you're so far gone that you can't remember to speak in
English anymore. It makes me fucking hot," he growled before moving to the
dripping heat between her legs but forgoing the whipped cream this time. He
didn't want it nor need it. He simply wanted to taste her. Nothing else.
Oh god oh fuck what have I done? No, no, I didn't do it. Wasn't me.
Couldn't have been. I would never. Oh god. I didn't mean to! What have I done?
He threw his face in his hands and bowed his head, not able to look at her any
longer.
Salida didn't
notice his approach and collapse at all.
She was too busy focusing on her breathing. As long as she had that, nothing else could
happen.
Shivering with
cold, she wrapped herself the best she could in the floor-length drapes and
started an inner mantra of, In...and
out. In...and out. As long as she held those words in the front
of her mind, nothing and no one else would take over. (Everyone lies.)
��l guarda sus
promesas. �l guarda siempre sus
promesas. �l prometi� no
lastimarme. �l . Lo hice.
�sa es la �nica respuesta.� (He keeps his promises. He always keeps his promises.not going to let that fucking happen," Jeffrey hissed.
"Then start acting like a fucking man
for a change and face up to what you've done. Save your wife and your
children."
"Fine. Fuck you for making me do
this."
Sands just rolled his eyes and snorted with disgust
and together the two of them left the cave.

Aida jolted as Sands threw himself forward, gasping. She tightened her arms around him and waited
for some sign that it was her husband who'd just emerged.
"Come on,
Jeffrey, do your fucking job," Sands murmured under his breath upon
noticing that the voices were still warring with him.
Relaxing a little,
Aida simply laid her cheek against his back and held him, holding her breath
and hoping for the best.
"I�think it's
working. They're pissed off, and I'm sure they'll be giving me fucking grief
for a while about all of this, but I think I'm ok, Aida."
The breath she'd
been holding left her in a shudder, but she freed his hands. Then she collapsed back on the bed and tried
to hold back tears caused by exhaustion and tension. "I'm very glad that worked," she
whispered.
"You and me
both, Aida," he murmured before wincing again as his jaw started to get
angry with him for not paying it any attention. "Uh, where'd you put that
ice?"
"On the
floor." Half distracted, she sat up
as if to get it, but was stopped by her husband.
"Are you
alright, Aida?" She looked about as good as he felt at the moment.

"I-I..." She just shook
her head and looked at him, unable to explain how it made her feel when things
like this happened.
Sands closed his
eyes and frowned sadly. "I'm so very sorry you have to deal with all of
this shit right now, Aida. I'm so sorry."
"It's not your
fault," she whispered.
"Whose fault
is it if it's not mine?"
"You didn't choose to be this way. You can't control it. So I suppose there's no one to blame. Certainly not you."
"I should be
able to," he muttered
"And I should
be able to tell my body what I want it to do." She gave him a lopsided smile and got the bag
of ice - now partially melted but still cold - and gave it to him. "Life simply doesn't work that way
sometimes," she murmured.
"Life fucking
sucks sometimes," he muttered as he pressed the bag to his chin and jaw
with a wince.
"So it does." Rubbing at her eyes, she stood up. "I should go check on Salida."
He moved the bag of
ice away. "I'll come with you."
"Alright. But bring the ice." She held out a hand for him to take.
"Fine,"
he mumbled, moving the bag of ice back to his face and grabbing her hand.
Together they rose from the bed and made their way down to Jeffrey and Salida's
room.
When they reached
the room, Sands dropped back a little and let Aida go in first. She did, walking over to the bed to see if
Salida was awake - she wasn't.
Alright.
Looking around, Aida found the bedspread on the floor. It must
have been caught around someone when they left the bed. Picking it up, she wrapped it around the
unconscious woman after taking a brief moment to examine her wrists. There was no swelling in her hands or
fingers, so Aida assumed that nothing was broken. She then took a seat on the bed and brushed
Salida's hair out of her face, calling to her softly.

Salida heard someone calling her name. It wasn't her husband - which was her first
fear - in fact, it didn't even sound like a man. Who...? She knew so few females, but couldn't think
of any that would care to talk to her, much less wake her up.
A small fire of
curiosity was lit as the voice kept calling her. She told herself that she was only opening
her eyes to tell whoever it was to go away, but she knew it was because she
felt alone. Horribly, terribly, painfully
alone.
When her eyes
opened she was surprised to find Aida there.
The other woman had no reason to be kind to her at all, yet her she was,
being gentle. That gentleness broke
something inside Salida as she started sobbing, moving so she could place her
head in Aida's lap.
Unsure of what to
do, Aida simply held the weeping woman as best she could, and looked to her
husband in amazement.
Sands was at a
loss. He had no idea what in hell to do when confronted with a situation like
this, and given the look on his wife's face as she held sunrise in her arms,
she didn't either. The only thing he could think of doing was to call forward
Jeffrey to go and comfort her, but he knew that that would be a very bad idea.
Instead, he told Jeffrey to watch and see what his cruelty had done to his
wife. It was time for the denial to end.
Jeffrey couldn't
deal with this. As soon as he saw his wife crying in kitty's lap he dropped to
his knees once more, the bag of ice falling out of a limp hand to the floor.
"Oh god I'm sorry. I didn't mean� I can't do this. Why are you doing this
to me? Why didn't you let me stay?" Jeffrey moaned to Sands, closing his
eyes so that he wouldn't have to see his sobbing wife.
Sands opened them
again and turned his gaze back to Salida. "Look at her. This is why you came back. For her."
"No, vixen I'm
sorry. Oh god I'm so fucking sorry. Kill me. Hate me. Leave me. Never love me
again. I deserve it for�for�what I did to you," Jeffrey's voice grew
distant as he sat back on his heels and stared at her. It was so much easier to
just let himself fade away again. He didn't have to deal with the emotions he
couldn't handle right now. They wouldn't be able to touch him here.
The moment she
heard his voice, Salida moved even closer to the comforting body holding her,
sobbing, "No. Por favor no. No tengo la respuesta. �l no ... no ... sino que �l hizo. Era.
No soy... hago que �l va. Haga
que �l va." (No. s'> Please no. I don't have the answer. He didn't...wouldn't...but he did. It was.
I'm not...make him go. Make him
go.)
Aida didn't
understand what Salida was saying, but she understood the cause. "Leave," she told her husband,
craning her neck over her shoulder.
"You're not helping."
Jeffrey nodded
dully and rose to his feet and stumbled out of the room before Sands could stop
him or reclaim the icepack. He then stumbled downstairs and into the living
room where he took a seat on the couch. He would have kept on going through the
door and across the street in a straight line without stopping if Sands hadn't
redirected him to the couch.
"Just sit. And
don't go anywhere," Sands muttered as he leaned back against the couch and
closed his eyes.
Now that she had
Salida alone,a sea set about quieting her.
"It's alright. They
left. We're alone. You can stop crying. No one is going to hurt you. No one is going to ask you anything. It's alright.
It's alright..."
For awhile, this
just made Salida cry harder since she was aware of just how badly she'd treated
Sands' wife. If she'd been feeling even
the tiniest bit less horrible, she might have pushed herself away, but the
comfort was too necessary for that.
It was a good ten
minutes before Salida stopped, her tears stopping sooner than her breathing
slowed. She felt hot and sticky. Dirty.
Used.
Responsible.
She had pushed her
husband beyond his limits without realizing it.
If anyone knew how delicate his moods and state of mind could be, it was
her, and she hadn't been cautious enough.
But it couldn't have been... Her mind still rebelled from the idea that
her husband had been the one to treat her so violently. It
could have been someone else. It could
have been Sands.
But it was
unlikely.
Silently and
without fuss, she allowed Aida to pull her to her feet, and she followed the
shorter woman into the bathroom without complaint. This worried Aida a bit, but then again the
other woman appeared to be totally shell-shocked. "Just hang tight," she murmured,
running water into the bathtub. When it
was full, she made Salida get in.
The hot water made
each and every sore spot on her body ache, but Salida didn't make a sound. Grinding her teeth, she clenched her legs
together and bore the pain, knowing that it'd go away soon.
In the meantime,
Aida grabbed a sponge, and after soaking it in shower gel, handed it to Salida. The brunette took it and listlessly began to
wash. As she realized what the sponge in
her hand was meant for, she started to scrub harder and harder, washing away
every trace of her ordeal. The water had
gone cold and her skin was nearly scrubbed raw before she gave up, dropping the
sponge into the water.
Aida let her,
knowing the ritual. She'd done it once
or twice herself after particularly bad breakups. The cleansing was needed for more than the
sake of clean skin. It helped to heal
the mind as well, helped put the bad experiences behind.
"Here,"
the redhead murmured, holding out a large towel.
Salida stood and
took it, rubbing at her skin even more.
Only when her skin started to look painfully chafed did Aida murmur a
protest against her actions.
She immediately
stopped, even that hint of a reprimand from someone who couldn't hurt her was
enough to send her trembling. "Lo
siento," she murmured, her eyes downcast.
"Lo siento."
"It's
alright." Aida wasn't going to
quibble over languages now. "Let's
get you into something soft and then into bed.
I bet you're tired."
"S�."
The two women moved
into the other room, and Aida helped Salida climb into a pair of soft cotton
pants and an equally soft shirt. But when
it was time to get into bed, she balked.
"No. No con �sos
all�." No. Not with those there.
"What?"
Aida asked, feeling left out. "I'm
sorry. I don't understand Spanish."
Frustrated, Salida
leaned over and unclipped all four sets of restraints from the bed. "Qu�mese los."

"Salida..."
He heard the
pleading in her voice and his head dropped to his knees so that he was no
longer looking at her. He couldn't
look at her. "Even now I'm still hurting you."
"Only because
I love you."
"What?"
he looked up at her with pain and confusion filled eyes. "What do you
mean?"
"I love you so
when you doubt yourself, it hurts me."
"I�don't know
what to say," he murmured. He was at a dilemma. He wanted nothing more
than to never hurt his wife again, and yet the self-doubt she claimed hurt her
wouldn't go away so easily.
"Say you love
me."
"I love
you."
"Then come
hold me."
Jeffrey hesitated
for a long while, looking up at her and not letting go of his knees as he
considered. "Are you�sure you want me to?" he asked at long last.
"Yes." The answer was given in a soft voice, as if
she thought he'd deer ter that.
"Just holding."
Jeffrey hesitated
again, almost afraid that he would somehow manage to hurt her again once they
were in contact, but let go of his knees and stood, slowly walking around to
the other side of the bed and laying down next to her. He reached out a
tentative hand to take her into his arms, but as soon as his fingers made
contact he couldn'op hop himself from drawing her in as tight as he could
without suffocating her. He buried his face in her neck and began to tremble as
he told her how sorry he was over and over again and how he loved her more than
anything; more than everything.
Salida stayed
silent as she listened. He wouldn't hear
any assurances she tried to give anyway.This is fine. This is safe. My husband is safe. My husband loves me. He's not going to hurt me. Everything is fine now. But she knew it wasn't. Everything was not fine because she couldn't
automatically erase the memory of having a loving act turned against her. She didn't think it would happen again, but
that didn't change the past.
Jeffrey heard the
effort she was taking and moved away to look at her, his eyes sad once more.
"You're afraid of me. You think I'm going to hurt you again." They
weren't questions. He tried to move away from her.
"Don't. Don't go." Her hands gripped him, impeding his
retreat. "Please don't leave
me. pan>pan>There's nothing for me to be scared
of. Not now. Please."
"Then why do
you sound as if you're hyperventilating," he asked softly, but let her
hold him in place without trying to pull away further.
She shook her head
and refused to give an answer.
"That's not
very reassuring, Salida," he said almost too soft to hear. "Not that
you have any reason to be. You don't. Not now. Not to me. Forget I said
anything."
"Not
now," she agreed, trying to pull him back.
"Not scared now."
"Yeah, well
what if I am? What then?" he muttered with more than a trace of
bitterness, gently refusing to move in closer yet.
His questions made
her let him go. "I'm sorry."
"Why are you
sorry? Don't be. You've got nothing to be sorry about, vixen."
"I don't want
to pressure you." The memories of
what had happened last time were still as vivid as her bruises.
"You're not
pressuring me, alright? I just�Never mind." He sighed a little and laid
his head down on the bed, looking over at her with an unreadable look on his
face.
Salida didn't know
what to do, so she simply stayed where she was and gazed back at him, sighing a
little.
It was a long while
before Jeffrey spoke again. "I'm scared because I think I'll end up hurting
you again, Salida," he admitted in a voice so soft that she had to lean
forward a little to hear it.
"You
won't," she whispered back.
"You promised."
"Yeah�I
promised," he murmured. "Like I promised before."
"No. No promises before. Just this one."
"You'd accept
my promise now? After�everything?"
"Yes. You always say you keep promises. Never gave me one about...about this, so
nothing was broken. Give me one
now."
"What do you
want me to promise? I'll promise whatever you want me to."
"Don't let
this happen again," she whispered, her hands reaching for him but falling
short. "Please."
"I
promise," he said softly, his eyes locked on the matching circlets of
purple bruising around each wrist.
She relaxed a
little, and gave him a small, trembling smile.
"Thank you."
"You're
welcome," he murmured, still looking at her wrists. Seeing the bruising
just reminded him of his still swollen chin that he hadn't let Sands take care
of, but he ignored it as unimportant when confronted with what he had done to
her.
When she saw what
his eyes were locked on, she drew her hands back and hid them. "I'm fine," she murmured.
"You don't
look fine. If you were fine, then why did you hide your hands from me?" he
asked softly.
"They upset
you."
"They should
upset me, vixen. You're hurt. When you're hurt, I get upset."
But there's no one for you to get upset at
except yourself. Salida stayed
silent and kept her hands out of sight.
Jeffrey sighed, the
feeling of depression that was hovering over him like a fucking rain cloud
getting a little bigger when she didn'ow how him her hands. It was his fault
that she was hurt. He had grabbed her wrists without even thinking about what
he was doing. He just held her tightly and didn't let go. Her bruised wrists,
and his swollen chin too probably, only served to act as reminders of what had
happened. And he didn't need any more reminders right now.
"Jeffrey...please...don't
look so sad."
"Sorry,"
he murmured. "I'll try to stop." He wasn't making very good progress.
"Hold me
again?"
"Alright."
He moved to take her in his arms, resting his aching chin on her shoulder while
wrapping one arm under her and around her waist and the other around her
shoulder with his hand pressing gently against the back of her head. He closed
his eyes and tried to believe that everything would be alright again. It almost
worked.
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