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Magical, pink chains encased my wrists and ankles, spreading me out like an ‘x’ and securing me to the mattress. Bralette still on, wrapped around my middle; no-show underwear stuck to my sex. A thin layer of sweat covered my entire body. My chest stuttered up and down through short breaths—Steven had edged me, over my panties, twice already.
“How are you holding on?” My eyes were closed but I could feel him looming over me. His fingers, covered in my slick, ran a trail down to my knee…then my ankle…and back up to my waist. I merely nodded in response. “I need a level.”
The word fumbled around my tongue. “O-One.”
“You sure? It sounds like you’re at a two,” he chuckled, fingers fluttering down along my inner thighs and up to my sides.
Laughter wheezed out of me. “Stop! Stop!” Every muscle trembled from the sudden tickling mixed with the tightness that swelled in my lower abdomen; my legs bucked wildly against their restraints.
“So what level are you on?” He spoke in a lighthearted tone, as if he was telling me I had ice cream on my nose.
I inhaled deeply, managing a seven-count draw. “Two.”
“Good.” His hand absentmindedly massaged my waist, hips, and outer thighs by firmly squeezing the flesh and releasing. “I want you to look at me when you’re back at one.”
My tongue darted out to my lips, sucking them inside. At last, I released the bottom lip from between my teeth. Heavy-lidded, I opened my eyes to peer up at him.
He stood at my feet—still completely clothed—hands trailing up and down my legs as if to smooth the jitters out of my body. Steven’s focus on me was exhilarating and terrifying, and those feelings would forever coexist like thunder and lightning. After our second scene together, I was obsessed with him. Each play was better than the last; like how he meticulously wound me up; or that he was soft in a way that added an edge to his demands.
We locked eyes. “Level?”
“One.”
The beautiful rosy features darkened. “Let’s fix that.”
“Ah!” I shifted against my shackles, muscles clenching as his mouth enveloped my quim. Over the soft fabric, he flattened his tongue and ran it all the way up to my clit. “Fuuck—Steven!”
“You’re absolutely soaked,” he rumbled out my name. “Do you know that you’ve completely ruined these panties?”
“Please, please,” I squirmed, raising my hips as much as the restraints would allow and muttering incoherently. “God, please, Steven. D-Don’t—off—please take them off.”
The heat from his mouth disappeared; a puff of cool air hitting my wetness made me tremble. “Did I make you messy?” He ignored my dumb chants of ‘yes, yes!’ and pressed a large digit to the dip in my lips, running it up and down my slit. “Fuck, you’re soaked.” He murmured. Another swipe of his tongue brought out a howl from deep in my chest. “All soaked and messy. Just for me.”
Two of his fingers hooked under one of the leg holes’ hem and trailed up and down along my skin. My hips stuttered upward again, silently begging for his direct touch. A low chuckle vibrated in his chest; he used his free hand to pin me down and the other inched further beneath my underwear; the backs of his fingers brushed, ever-so-lightly, against my aching folds. Another wave of ‘please’ tumbled from my lips.
“Don’t worry, pet,” he mumbled, “I’m going to take care of you.”
The fabric peeled back, sending new waves of embarrassment and arousal through me as I laid exposed before him. Both hands held my hips in place, my underwear pinned aside with his thumb.
His tongue pointed and zigzagged up and down or flattening to deliver intoxicating licks from the bottom of my lips up to my clit; the ridge of his nose offered pressure in the same sensitive spots as he bobbed up and down. My body shuttered from the direct contact, and his fingers tightened their hold. I drank in the contrast of the stinging sensation they left that enhanced the ferocity of pleasure he worked into me.
My heart raced; it pounded in my ears as the back of my head dug into the mattress. My fingers balled into fists. Steven removed himself from my sex and I cried out in disapproval. The mattress creaked as he positioned himself on the bed, one knee between my legs.
I could feel him lean over me because the springs dipped by my shoulder. The two middle fingers resumed their run along my slick, never penetrating me and being intentionally feather-light. When my lids fluttered open, he was studying me, not a hint of pleasure or shadow of a smile on his face. I gulped.
“You want to fuck my face?” A miniscule squeal emitted from me, and I turned away. “Ah-ah-ah, pet.” A sharp slap landed on my sex, and I inhaled, reconnecting his gaze. “There you go,” a smirk formed on his lips. “Do you want to fuck my face?” He asked slower.
I nodded.
Another slap.
The smirk vanished. “Say it.”
“I-I—”
“I.”
I swallowed thickly. “I want to…” His gaze pierced my soul. “I want to ride your face—”
Laughter bellowed out of him as I received another slap. “That’s not what I asked you.”
“Yes!” I shouted. “Yes! I want to fuck your face!” I clenched my eyes shut. Heat spread to my cheeks; they were surely blotchy with red patches.
Steven’s lips crashed to mine. I loved the taste of myself on him and battled his tongue, sucking it hard to draw it inside my cheeks. When I felt him retreat, I bit down. A growl spilled into my mouth, and he delivered three more blows to my aching pussy, each one harder than the last.
We broke apart and Steven was back at my sex. Without his hands holding me down, I bucked up against his tongue. “Engh.” I panted, eyes looking down my nose to those pink, spiraling curls. My hands tugged on their chains several times before he looked up at my struggle. His eyes dropped again as one of the chains magically extended long enough for me to thread my fingers through his hair.
“Fuck, Steven—!”
Head thrown back, I humped against him, hips erratically stuttering at the top and bottom. I felt him shift below me, but I didn’t take much stock in, too focused on the rising tension in my body. I was torn between following his orders and dreaming of what my punishment would be if I came on his mouth.
Two of those thick pink digits, slowly pressed into me. My mouth fell open and my breath quickened. He carefully inched them inside, stretching me open. I pumped harder against him, “Mh, mh, mh” flowing from my mouth as his fingers settled in at a slight curve.
“Fuck,” I huffed. “Fuck. Steven.” I exhaled more than I inhaled. “Oh, God.” I bucked in one upward motion, over and over… “Almost. Fuck right there—almost!”
Steven sat up. I cried out and opened my eyes to glare at him.
“I’ve never been called a God before, but I’ll take it.” He mused, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and sucking his fingers. His eyes connected with mine and humor laced through them in response to my hateful stare. “Problem, pet?”
I whined, and my hand reached down to my clit.
In a pink blur, his thighs straddled my upper torso with my wrist enclosed in his massive hand, pinned to the bed at the side of my head. He lumbered over me, and his other hand captured my jaw, squeezing it hard enough that it fell open. His features deadly.
“That’s my orgasm.” He hissed. “Understand?”
“Yes.” I mumbled.
The intensity in his face didn’t waver. “Every time you come, it’s for me. Because I wanted my toy to come.” I nodded, drunk off his words. “Say it.”
“I come for you when you tell me to—only when you tell me to.”
He studied me for a long moment. “I have half a mind to add another edge to your punishment.”
“No!” My eyes widened. “Please, baby—no! I’m sorry. I won’t come unless you tell me.” Pathetic pleading flooded the space between us. I became silence when he released my wrist and sat back again.
His cock throbbed, bouncing off my sternum occasionally. “How about this, pet.” A smirk returned to his face. “If you can make me come in the next”-he glanced over at the clock-“ten minutes, I’ll reduce your punishment by one. If not”-those pink eyes, half-lidded slid back to me-“then I’ll extend your edges by one.”
I felt my mouth watering and looked down to his member. It was longer and thicker in this form—nearly impossible to be throated entirely. Precum oozed out the head, prompting my lips to part.
Steven moved higher on the bed, his knees pressing against my pits. His fingers spread through my hair. He tilted my head up and his hips forward; a deep sigh escaped him as the tip passed into my warm, wet mouth. With the extended chain, I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and pumped him furiously. He lengthened the other chain, and I hummed the cadence of ‘thank you’ deep in my throat, before massaging his balls.
I shoved my head down until I gagged. After adjusting to the depth, I inhaled and pushed further. I coughed up thick slime that coated his cock and dripped onto my chest. My hand abandoned his balls to smear it up along his shaft and pump the base.
Once my mouth flowed with saliva, I pulled up. My cheeks hallowed from the suction, and I twisted my head right-to-left, right-to-left, right-to-left; up-and-down, up-and-down, up-and-down.
“Ooh, fuck.” He moaned.
I slammed down on his length again as a noise of approval vibrated in my throat. His hands loosen their hold on my head, making the corners of my lips pull back into a smile. But my grin was brief—I had a job to do. I returned to the twisting motion with my head at the top of his cock, both hands kneading back and forth firmly along the bottom half.
The noises emitting from him sent electric currents throughout my body: tingling my nipples; leaking slick out of my cunt.
Breathlessly, Steven spoke from above. “Five minutes left, toy.”
My hands, which were working as one, broke apart. The left worked the base and the right began to pump the middle-and-up section. Each time my hand passed over his head, I applied more pressure to the furled edge that connected it to the rest of his shaft. With the tip of his cock held securely on my tongue, I swirled patterns over the frenulum. When my fingers ran over the tip, they slipped under my lip to keep all of him there in my mouth.
Greedily, I drank in the groans of pleasure that poured from him and ignored the ache in my neck.
Steven’s moans quickened and his hips began to thrust forward. My hand focused its strokes on the top inch-and-a-half of his member. Something between a gasp and a growl flooded my ears and he started pumping in earnest.
My jaw ached as I followed his thrusts to maintain suction around the head. I alternated between massaging the tight flesh on the bottom and running the soft underside of my tongue over the smooth tissue on top.
“Shit!” He gripped the sides of my head, pushed deeper, and exploded.
A few ropes shot into the back of my throat, engaging my gag reflex. I coughed as more of his come flooded my tastebuds. At the momentum, his sperm jumped up and expelled back out from my nostril. I twisted and pulled my head back involuntarily; it was helpless against Steven’s hold. His head was thrown backward in ecstasy, profanities spilling from him.
When he was done, he released me and I squirmed to my side, turning my head so he couldn’t see. I coughed more, quickly running my hand under my nose. Oh my God. This is so embarrassing.
He leapt off the bed and the magical chains disappeared. A second later, Steven sat me upright. “What happened?”
“Tissue,” I croaked, trying not to breathe, unsure if I should snort it back up or blow it out into my hand.
A dash of pink and two seconds later the box of tissues from my living room was at my side, two pieces pressed into my palm. I turned to right, trying to get some privacy, as I blew into the tissue. The spunk that landed on my chin ended up in napkin, the rest slid down my throat.
After going through three more, I realized the strange feeling of sperm in my nose wasn’t going to come out this way. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and tried to stand—the feeling of three denied orgasms hit me. The muscles in my legs wobbled. Steven’s arms were around me again.
“Bathroom, please.”
We were there in the blink of an eye. “What happened?” He demanded as I leaned against the counter. It was the first time I noticed the pink glow faded. “Are you okay?”
I nodded with a stupid grin plastered on my face. Someone’s worried about me I wanted to tease. I held up my index finger in his direction, turning on the sink with the other. I lowered to the facet, halted, and turned to him. “Could I get a moment of privacy?”
“What hap—Are you—Yes. Are you good? Are you at a level one?”
“Yes, I’m fine.” I chuckled. “Nothing’s wrong, I just don’t want you to watch me blow my nose.” He groaned but left the bathroom, leaving the door ajar an inch.
I washed my face and pooled water in my hand before mentally preparing myself. After a few hype man thoughts, I snorted at the edge of the water. It burned as it filled my nostrils, and I repeated the process a few more times. The weird feeling of sperm in my nasal cavity was not going to disappear altogether, but it was better. I washed my hands, splashed another dose of water on my face, then ran my hair towel over it.
The door opened after I shut off the water.
“What happened?” He asked again. I could tell he was trying to keep the edge out of his voice, but his arms were folded over his chest.
“Well—I uh—some of your come went up my nose.”
My answer took him off guard. His mouth hung open, dumbfounded, before he started laughing. I joined him in the amusement, still leaning heavily on the counter to support my weight.
“I thought—” He cut himself off, palm slapping to his forehead as he lumbered forward. He wrapped my semi-naked body in a tight hug. “I thought I hurt you.”
“Well—" He pulled back, eyes shimmering with worry at my word choice. “Just the zipper on my skin!” I looked down, motioning to the zipper’s teeth against my lower stomach.
“Oh!” He released the death grip, hands planted on my biceps to stand me upright. We laughed all over again. “I didn’t hurt you?” He confirmed.
A puff of air and a smile escaped me. “Not at all. I was having a lot of fun.” He exhaled another big sigh of relief. “Steven, have some faith in yourself. You’ve literally never hurt me, and you never would.” I shrugged. “At least not in a way I wouldn’t ask you to.”
Those large, chocolate eyes looked up. They were so soft, elated at the comment. I had the urge to wrap my arms around him and stroke my fingers through his hair. In all of the weeks we had been playing these scenes out together, I hadn’t realized—until this moment—how worried he was about crossing a boundary. The shining brown eyes flashed pink.
He grew a few inches, filling out, hands enveloping more of my biceps. “You were having fun?” A sexy smirk on his lips. “Since you made me come, I believe we have two more edging sessions to get through.”
The demeanor change gave me whiplash as it challenged my ‘Steven Universe is a big ole softy’ epiphany.
“Still game?” His brow popped.
“Yes.”
Steven hiked up his shirt and grabbed it from the back of the collar to tug it off. The action, invertedly flexing the muscles across his torso and biceps, made my mouth water. I leisurely perused his chest. The way his muscles tighten across his pecs; the hint of abs that stretched over his stomach, not overtly define, but popping with the move of his body; the dimples that trail up the hips and framed his lower stomach.
“Like what you see?”
I cleared my throat, glancing up to eyelevel. A devilishly handsome smile sat arrogantly on his lips. For a moment, I wondered how he could be so confident, but as the obvious answer hit me—saving the entire planet as child, teenager, and now as an adult—a fresh wave of embarrassment washed over me. And I did what? Graduated high school?
During my mental break, Steven closed the gap between us once more. His palms flattened along my upper back, pressing my bare chest against his. My nipples hardened at his touch. Hands trailed downward, giving a squeeze to my ass, before lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his toned stomach. A shiver ran along my spine as Steven’s fingertips slipped between my cheeks and brushed along my slit over my panties.
Slowly, a moan exhaled from me as I threaded my fingers through his hair, then buried my head into the crook of his neck. Tenderly, my tongue treaded the skin; my lips brushed loud kisses on it; my teeth grazed along it.
Steven lowered us onto the bed. “I wonder if you’re still drenched for me.” He mused in the shell of my ear.
Our lips connected as his hand trailed down my front, slipping under the hem of my panties. The middle and ring fingers centered before sliding down and separating my lips. My wet was apparent. I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss; gently sucking his bottom lip between my teeth. His fingers rubbed my clit at varying degrees of pressure; when my breath shortened to pants, he honed in on the pressure and motion of his fingers.
Our foreheads were connected and our noses bumped against each other. Steven sporadically pressed kisses to my parted lips. When he spoke, his voice was low. Hushed and sincere. “Does that feel good?” I nodded gently to keep our foreheads together. “You make the loveliest noises.” He murmured, trailing kisses from the corner of my mouth to my jaw.
I hooked my hands around their opposite elbow, holding on to his neck for dear life. He ran his tongue just under the crook of my jaw and another moan eased out of my mouth. He hummed in excitement at the noise. The fingers in my panties sped up as the movements of his tongue on my throat slowed down.
“F-Fuck.” I murmured, releasing the hold on my elbows to rake a hand through his hair. As I massaged his scalp, I stared at the roots of his ringlets absentmindedly. A half-human, half-alien sex fanatic who can turn pink.
I was far from an orgasm, but when his fingers left my sex I whined and dug my nails into his skin.
“Patience,” he chuckled, peeling back to meet my gaze. “I’ve got a job for you, pet.”
His hand moved upward until his digits rested on my mouth. My lips parted and my tongue met the tips of his fingers. Without direction, I swallowed them in. His eyes trained my mouth, like a predator observing its prey before striking. I shrunk under the scrutiny.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” I sucked harder on the digits, meeting his eyes and giving him a nod. “Hmm…” He replaced his fingers with his mouth and shifted down. His shaft, hidden behind two layers of clothing, laid heavy on my clit. I nodded vigorously, breaking our kiss.
My hands slid down the smooth, hard skin on chest, torso, and stomach. My fingers swooped under the elastic band and wrapped greedily around the throbbing member. I tugged on it sloppily.
“Oh yeah,” he moaned into my hair. “You want it, don’t you, toy? You want me inside you?”
“Yes, baby.” I whimpered, pulling his cock out of his boxers to lay the head on my drenched pussy. I humped against it, continuing to stroke the base. “I’m so wet. So, so, wet.”
“Take off your panties.” He murmured, sitting up to shimmy out of his jeans.
I wasted no time throwing the pair to the side of the room and spreading my legs, feet flat on the mattress. As Steven removed his underwear, I clutched the bralette around my middle, stretching it to one side. He spoke before I could slide my arm through.
“Leave it.” Hands frozen, I looked up at him. He returned to the bed, hovering over me. “I only instructed you to take off your panties.”
I offered a shy smile and sat up to draw his lips into another kiss.
He settled between my legs and I returned my arms to his shoulders, wrapping my legs around his waist. Before I could thrust upward, a large, pink hand pressed against the center of my chest. It dislodged my hold on him, my back falling to the bed.
“So eager.” Steven chuckled out. The hand on my chest trailed over to my breast and rolled it in his palm.
His lips latched onto the other nipple; his free hand guided one of mine to his member. I tried to stroke him through the hazy sensations from my breasts. I ended up placing his tip at my opening and sliding it along the wet slit. A chorus of our moans filled the dark bedroom.
Finally, his hips leaned forward. My free hand curled into his hair once more as the head of his cock stretched past the ring of muscle. In the same fluid, slow motion, he slid his dick as far in as it would go. When it reached resistance, his mouth released my nipple—I admired the tension I saw in his features; the pleasure I gave him—and his hand reached under my butt to angle me up. He continued to push forward, drawing louder cries from me. A low moan escaped him in a sigh, and he hissed when his shaft seated completely inside.
“You feel so good.” His head fell to my shoulder. His hand on my ass tightened as he kept his depth. “So good.”
Slowly, the member pulled back. Slowly, it pressed forward.
He repeated this agonizingly sluggish pace until my hips trembled. I groaned in frustration and wrapped my legs around his waist again. His hand left my rear as I balanced myself at the desired angle.
I half expected him to stop me when I began pumping my hips on his shaft, forcing us to pick up speed. When he didn’t, nose still smashed into my skin, I rocked harder and faster on him. Profanities escaped me as the pleasure and pressure swelled up in my teased sex. I wanted to come so badly.
The head of his cock hit that part, that deep-seated pleasure spot, and I gasped loudly. Without pulling off his dick, I shifted my hips up and down, getting the head of his cock to stroke that spot over and over and over and… “Fuck—Steven—!”
The large man above me sat up, pinched his fingers around waist, and pulled his cock halfway out. With my legs still wrapped around him, my chin touched my chest due to the angle. His hips pumped into me, hitting a different spot at a different pace and eliminating my orgasm. Does he know that he just edged—
He thrusted at a new, rapid speed, fucking all thoughts out of my mind. I felt Steven’s fingernails dig into my sides. I bit onto my lip to hold in the cry of pain—I didn’t want him to stop. He couldn’t stop right now.
His eyes were nearly closed, voice barely audible. “I’m gonna come. Fuck. I’m gonna come.”
“Come on.” I murmured back, mesmerized at his features, voice, body. “I want you to come in me.”
Steven’s hips jutted forward as a loud cry erupted from him. He released my waist, hands planted on either side of my head. “Shit.” He muttered; eyes completely shut now.
I kept my legs around him, kept him inside me. With great strength, I strained upward to press a kiss on the space between his brows. When I leaned back, I stared freely at him without the scrutiny of his gaze. He was beautiful. Without much agency, I leaned in to plant another kiss on those pink lips. They stirred but didn’t kiss me back, and I pecked more along the right corner, center, left corner, and center again.
When I fell onto the mattress, ready to drink in his post-come expression, the soft smile on my face faltered. His eyes were open, staring coolly back at me.
His hips started pumping again, a steady pace that rocked me against the sheets. “You’re intoxicating.” His voice strained in frustration, and he pressed a firm kiss to my lips before disconnecting from me entirely, leaving me empty. “I need to fuck you one more time.” As he said this, he flipped me over on the bed, forcing my ass up and head down. “Just one more time, pet. Can you handle it?”
His cock rammed back into me before I could respond. He fucked me at a brutal pace.
“Answer me.” He growled. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
“Louder.”
“No!”
“No what?”
“Don’t stop fucking me.”
One hand wrapped in my hair and the other clutched the bralette around my waist. He used both as reigns to pull me back onto him. “I don’t want you coming.” He added, his words were primal, dark. “You still want me to fuck you?”
Nonsense sounds poured out of me until they morphed into, “Yes, yes, yes.”
“Rub yourself.” He demanded urgently. “Now. I want you to get close, you hear me?”
Breathlessly, I stuttered out more yeses. The hand in my hair yanked back further. I lifted off the bed, trying so hard to engage my muscles to ease the pain on my scalp. My fingers circled my clit stupidly; I couldn’t focus on getting close to the edge with his delicious fucking and the hold on my hair and the fabric of my bra digging into my skin.
“Faster.” His breath was in my ear. The small grunts that puffed out of him emitted a long whine from me. “Come on,” he nearly chuckled, “I know how you rub yourself when you’re trying to come. Go faster.”
I obeyed numbly; my body began to shake.
Steven’s thrusts deepened. Clap, clap, clap. The sound of him slamming into me echoed throughout the room.
“Shit! This pussy feels so good. Fuck, you’re so tight!” He groaned out my name. “So tight, squeezing me so”-his thrust grew even harder-“fucking tight. Faster. Get closer to the edge. Don’t fucking come.”
My free hand reached behind me to wrap around his neck. I dug my fingernails into his skin. “I can’t. I can’t. I have to stop, Steven.”
“No.”
“Please!” My fingers stuttered. “God, I’m so close. I’m gonna come!”
“Hold it.”
“Nnugh.” My heart hammered inside my ribs. “I can’t anymore—I have to stop.”
“I’m close.”
“Me too.”
“Fuck—I’m gonna come again.”
“I have to stop.”
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
“Oh God—Steven!”
His hand untwisting from my hair and yanked mine off my pussy.
The other hand released my bra and both of his arms wrapped around my middle as his hips stuttered into me. He came with a loud cry and held us upright for a moment before we collapsed on the bed.
My pussy throbbed, slick running down my inner thighs.
When he lifted off me, he splayed across the mattress, chest heaving up and down. I shifted over to drink in his form. The pink glow faded as he brought one of his hands to his forehead. With a final pant, he peaked over at me. I smiled. He looked straight ahead at the ceiling and started to chuckle, then laughed, ending it with a sound between whoa! and a puff of air.
“That was amazing.” He looked over to me again.
I nodded. “I was going to say that.”
“Let me get you some water.” He sat up and slipped out of my room.
I tried to swing my legs over the edge of the bed to sit up, but they were far too spent from our play. I resigned to adjusting the pillows and laid back upon them, throwing the thin sheet over me.
The door opened to Steven who had a glass of water in one hand and tissues in the other. He helped me sit up when he saw me struggle to. I drank from the glass and handed it back to him.
“Do you want me to help you to the bathroom?”
I nodded.
He eased me against the bathroom counter then round the corner just outside the door to give me privacy. Once I finished cleaning up, I tried to stand again. The muscles along my legs shook uncontrollably, but it was manageable—and one of the best sensations to experience after a night of good scene play.
Steven wrapped his arm around me as soon as I passed under the threshold.
We settled back on the bed; him on his back and me partially on my side and stomach, finger tracing patterns along his chest. His eyes were closed, and a faint smile ghosted his lips.
“I need to heal you before I leave.” He murmured.
“I always tell you, you don’t have to.” This caused his eyes to slide toward me.
“I want to heal you.”
“Let me try again—I don’t want you to. So technically you’re doing it without consent.”
His brow furrowed at this and he turned his head to face me more directly. “Healing someone is not the same as fucking their brains out.”
I rolled my eyes. “Okay. How about this. Have you ever considered that subs like the aching aftermath? That they like the bruises on their skin as a reminder of the crazy-great sex scene they participated in?”
He straightened his head, fixing his gaze back to the ceiling. His jaw flexed twice.
“Didn’t think so.” I added humor to my tone, hoping to lighten the mood.
His eyes slipped close, and he shook his head a bit.
My finger halted on his pec at the look of annoyance on his features. I managed to bring a frustrated groan down to a huff of air that expelled from my nostrils and rolled off him so my back connected to the mattress.
“If we’re going that route, then as the dom I’m telling you that I want to heal you because I like it. Because I want you to be good as new for our next session.”
My eyes rolled again and another deep sigh exited my nostrils. I bunched up my shoulders to stretch the muscles there and released them.
Doesn’t matter. I thought. It doesn’t matter because I like that my legs shake after our play; I like the idea that I can go to work and feel aches in my wrists where you tied me up and it doesn’t matter because you’re going to heal me anyway.
In the silence, I counted the patterns on the popcorn ceiling under the LED lights.
Steven shifted in the bed, turning to face me. When I didn’t turn to look back at him, he slid his arm under my head and rolled me onto my side before drawing me in close. His warmth spread cross my back and I melted into the touch.
Hypnotically, his hand grazed on my side, swirled at my hip, and trailed back up to my ribs. It drew out the tired in me, and I drifted in and out of sleep.
Soft, baby pink clouds surrounded me. They were warm and tickled my skin with small kisses of mist. They broke away as the mattress shifted. Pink faded into red, then flickered off, basking my room in darkness. You going home? I was sure that I asked this out loud.
I was back in the sunset sky, this time sitting in an armchair. The title of my favorite book rested in my lap. Orange highlighted the curvature of the pink clouds. The hall light. I rolled onto my other side, away from the glow of the hallway light, hand searching an empty bed. My fingers curled around a thick pillow and drew it into my chest.
This time, the sunset clouds made up the walls in my house. I stood at the sink, my hand plunging into the soapy water and remerging completely dry.
The front door burst open. The action should have created a loud bang of the screen door, but instead a soft latch was barely heard as Steven walked through. He wore a black fedora—or was it a panama hat?—and a suit and tie. He offered me a wink as the door shut silently behind him.
“I can’t stay long. I’ve got another appointment in an hour.”
I nodded and phased through the wall that separated my kitchen and living room. When I emerged from it, we were at the doctor’s office. Not my current doctor’s office, the one from my childhood. There were cartoon pictures along the walls and a giant bowl of suckers on the counter.
Still in his hat, suit, and tie, he held out one of his hands and my arm landed in it. The other lifted my chin to block my view. “It’s better if you don’t look.” His was icy cold.
I tried to move out of his grasp so I could peer at my arm, but he stopped me.
“It’s not too bad. You’re still better off looking away. Don’t worry, it’ll be gone soon.”
“Let me see.” I hissed, eyebrows knitting together.
Ripping away from him, I looked at my arm.
It wasn’t made of human flesh. I turned my hand over and over again. It was completely see through, as if made entirely of glass. I curled my fingers and touched my thumb to each tip to test the flexibility of my new hand.
“How did this happen?”
When I looked up, Steven was entirely pink. “It’s beautiful, huh?”
I nodded, returning my gaze to my arm. My skin disappeared as the glass crept up my elbow and bicep.
My name was called, and my head snapped left. One of my coworkers ran up to me, waving a stack of papers. “You forgot to sign these.” She shoved them in front of me.
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“I’m not supposed to sign these,” I turned to hand them back to her, but she was gone.
When I faced front again, the doctor’s office melted away into my living room. My TV was replaced by a mirror. My entire body was glass except for my eyes. Details of my living room blurred through my transparent figure.
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It was unbelievably hot in my room; a layer of suffocating sweat covered my body. I kicked my legs out from the tangled sheets and swung them over the edge of the bed. I woke nearly an hour before my alarm was set to go off. When I headed to the shower, my muscles were completely relaxed, as though I had spent last evening at a spa.