Your cock is beautiful – 22

“Am I good, Sir?” she asked, wiggling her hips.

Her voice sounded husky in a sexy sort of way, as if tired from all the screaming she’d been doing.

“Yes, sweetheart. You’re a good girl.” I said,smiling.

I loved how I could say such condescending things to her and actually mean it. In her submission, anything I said to her affected her so deeply. Even little things like that seemed to mean the world to her.

“Are…are you proud of me?” she whispered.

I smiled, remembering what I’d said the first time she’d been punished. I’d been surprised that I actually meant it, and found that I did again. She’d taken a lot of pain, and didn’t once try to stop me. It took a lot of strength to withstand something like that voluntarily.

“I’m very proud of you, Mia.” I said.

She laughed a little, and sighed contentedly.

“You asked me to punish you when you made a mistake. You didn’t complain, or ask me to stop, even though I used the belt. You did very well, sweetheart.” I said.

“Thank you, Sir. And…thank you for punishing me.” she said meekly.

I lay down beside her, and she pulled over to me. She moved slowly, and I realized she hadn’t left that position since I started her punishment.

“Come here, sweetheart.” I said gently.

She curled up against me, wrapping her arms around my neck and relaxing her body.

“Thank you.” she said again, “I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m really sorry.”

“It’s Ok.” I said, stroking her hair, “It’s alright.”

She nodded and breathed deeply. She seemed nervous, and her body began to tense again.

“Are you Ok?” I asked.

“Yeah…I’m fine.” she said.

I pulled away from her, and she scurried backwards, distancing herself. I cocked my head at her. She didn’t look comfortable at all.

“I’m really sorry about…about biting your lip.” she said earnestly, “I just thought…that it would be sexy, or something. I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

She still looked embarrassed, and cringed at the memory.

“You already said that.” I said, smirking.

“I know, I just…I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry.” she said.

“You apologized.” I said firmly, “You took your punishment, and I forgive you. Don’t bring it up again.”

She bit her lip and nodded, but it was clear that she was still concerned about something. There was a feeling of distance between us that I didn’t like. The earlier feeling of closeness had soured somewhat, and it bothered me.

“What’s wrong with you?” I asked.

She shook her head, and I frowned.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” I said firmly.

She looked away nervously, and sighed.

“Do you remember what you said about me…telling you things?” she asked.

“Remind me.” I said, but I was pretty sure I knew what she meant.

“You said…that I never have to hide what I’m thinking or feeling from you.” she almost whispered.

Actually, all I’d said was that she “never had to hide what she wanted from me”. I’d meant it in a more casual way than it had some out, but she’d hugged me so tightly that I knew she’d taken it to heart.

Which was actually good, now that I thought about it. I was getting more and more adept at guessing what she was feeling based on the tone of her voice, and her expression, but I found myself wanting to know exactly what was going through her head.

“Yeah. I remember.” I said softly.

“Did you mean it?” she asked.

I shifted my body so that I was lying on my side facing her, supporting my head with my arm. She moved closer to me, and I cupped her face in my hand again.

“I meant it.” I said, “You can tell me anything.”

I expected her to smile or to look relieved, but instead she looked down and away from me.

“What do you want to tell me?” I asked..

She met my eye again. She was so afraid to say it, whatever it was.

“Mia…” I prompted.

“I love you.” she blurted out.

I was a little confused. This was like the hundredth time she’d told me.

“I know.” I said.

“But do you?” she asked accusingly. “Do you know?”

I wasn’t sure what she was getting at until the memory hit me.

Of course.

The last time we’d been alone I’d lost my temper with her. I’d called her “clingy”, so now she was keeping her distance by not cuddling with me like she usually did. I’d called her pathetic…maybe that was why she was resisting me earlier.

And what seemed to matter to her most…I’d told her that she didn’t love me, that she only loved my dick.

She thought that I was still angry with her…or she didn’t think that I believed her.

She wanted to know that I knew how she felt.