He walked to her and lifted his thigh so she could pour the liquid on it without comment.
"One of these days you are going to learn to stop keeping things from me." She knew he kept what the strap did from her until he couldn't avoid giving an explanation. She poured the liquid on the angry blisters and winced as she felt the pain pass through his mind. He remained stoic and didn't flinch at all. "I imagine you were too stubborn for your own good during your own punishment sessions, weren't you?" She immediately regretted her callously uttered words, as shame and other emotions passed through his mind that she couldn't identify. My apologies, she said, I didn't mean to hurt you.
You have nothing to apologize for. You are right, I am stubborn, and it has not always served me well. He enfolded her in his arms. Are you certain you want this?
She looked up at him. No. She replied. "I think we both know this needs to happen." She said aloud.
Moto closed his eyes and nodded. I love you. He said and kissed her.
I love you too. She took up the position on the table with the cushion mostly under her hips, raising her lower body higher than her head, and her legs at an angle off the edge of the table. She could barely touch the floor. She took a deep breath in. She felt the flat of Moto's hand against her lower back and heard him pick the strap up. He braced her legs with something so that she couldn't lift them, but she didn't know with what. Her breathing picked up pace as she started to feel trapped. She felt him lay the strap across her butt.
Trust me, little one, please. He pleaded in her mind.
I do. She replied and forced her panic down. Without warning she felt the strap come down harshly against her lower buttocks. She didn't even realize he lifted it.
Breath, Kaily, he ordered.
She nodded and tried to take a breath in.
That's it. Just concentrate on your breathing. He instructed.
She tried to do as he said, but then the strap came down again harshly against her buttocks. The pain rapidly spread through her as she felt each time the strap landed on her butt and the back of her thighs. Tears streamed down her face. She didn't even realize she started crying. She pressed her forehead against the cool stone of the table and covered her head with her arms. She lifted her head when she felt pressure on the back of her head. He knelt beside her. When did he stop? She wondered. There were tears in his eyes and wet tracks on his cheeks. She moved to stand, but he stayed her motions.
"I still have to apply the healing liquid." Moto said. There was tenderness and distress in his voice.
A sob caught in her throat and she shook her head back and forth. Please no, I can't take anymore. She pleaded.
Tears spilled from his eyes. I wish I didn't have to, little one.
She nodded and steeled herself. She took several deep breathes. I understand.
He closed his eyes and lowered her head back down to the table.
She covered her head again with her arms and braced herself for the wave of pain to come. It didn't help. She cried out as the liquid hit her skin and poured over her. She felt as if she were on fire and burning alive. She was not aware when he picked her up and carried her to the pallets where he laid her down and stretched out beside her. She knew that he was speaking to her in her mind, but she couldn't make out what he was saying, nothing registered beyond the utter pain that gripped her body. As the pain began to subside some and she started to become aware again, she felt an overwhelming desire to be connected to Moto, to feel his soul merge with hers the way she felt when he consummated their bonding. She slid down his body and lay between his legs. Her eyes locked with his as she took his manhood into her mouth. She licked, sucked and teased him. He settled more comfortable on his back and caressed her head as she pleasured him. When he strained for release, she slid up his body and impaled herself on his hardness. She moved restlessly up and down, speeding up to bring him close, and then slowing down to keep him from peaking.
He growled at her and grabbed her hips between his hands and rapidly moved in and out of her.
She laughed as he set the pace taking control from her. She placed a finger against herself, her eyes met his.
He nodded.
She rubbed her nub of flesh to bring herself closer to climax. Tell me when.
Just a little longer. He replied.
She held herself on the brink and waited for his order as she rode him. She had no idea how pleasurable being with him would be. She fantasized, but it didn't quite measure up to reality. While this wasn't the first time they climaxed together, it was different then their wild mating by the Gateway when he finally completed their bonding.
Now! He ordered.
She let herself go; she felt his own release pour into her body. She collapsed on top of him, but kept him inside her, as a wave of pleasure rippled through them both, and clung to the feeling of his soul merged with hers for as long as she could. She knew that he did the same.
"Thank you," he whispered against her hair as he kissed the top of her head.
"For what?" She lifted up enough for her
