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Other Colors -- Ch.16
Date: 12/23/2014, Categories: BDSM, Author: mascodagama, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories
yourself. Or I’ll do it for you.” I don’t know. I might have taken him up on the offer. To be held down by him would always come more naturally to me than holding still. But there was a cold and dissuading edge in his voice. I think perhaps he was daring me to defy him, as if to illustrate it very early on—that my actions here had consequences. At that time, he’d never truly punished me for disobedience. I’d never given him the opportunity. And nor would I for another three days at least. But that night, though what he asked of me seemed beyond the bounds of possibility, I was not yet prepared to tell him ‘no’. His hand was still at my throat; not quite tight enough to choke me, but enough to remind me that he could. I drew several slow, shallow breaths, and much as I'd unbuttoned my dress for him, I went down, one-by-one, tightening up each fiber and sinew in my body. It started in my neck; my scalenes hardening beneath his hand, and it didn't stop until I'd drawn the tendons of my toes tight as piano wire. Honestly, I can't explain my logic. I imagine it was something to do with tensegrity. But from within the wanton, blue haze with which he'd poisoned me, tempering myself to his touch was about the best I could come with. And strangely enough, it sort of worked. At least, it did at first. I suffered stoically beneath his fresh caresses. My body was as a statue; a caryatid, strained, load-bearing, and serene. And each wave of indigo electricity with which he struck me, I ...