JOURNEY OF A PAIN SLUT - ACT 4 Chapter 21
From the drop-off area, we watched Red walk away, my Little Girl and I. Just before she entered the automically opening glass doors she turned and looked back at us. She looked a little sad, maybe she felt we were abandoning her, but that wasn’t it, not at all – I knew that my Little Girl loved her more than ever. Chewing on her bottom lip, one hand slipped inside her jacket out of the cold morning air, Red gave us one of those brief, almost embarrassed waves, the kind that only comes from a slightly raised wrists and not the arm.
It was 7:40am and we were outside the back of Leeds City Station, where the drop off point is.
“Where will she go?” I asked.
“Mine … she has my key. She will stay there and then she can go back to N-Town tomorrow night, after I have got back and we have spent a little time together.”
“Fucking … when you’re together?” I asked the far too intrusively personal question with ease.
“I hope so,” the slut replied without hesitation as we watched her flame-haired friend disappear into the station.
“You stink,” I said, a slight grin appearing on my mouth. I felt her fingers touching mine.
“Whose fault is that?” She grinned back.
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“Are your hands okay?” I asked, seeing the slut standing from the spot where she had laid with Red, entwined in one another’s arms on a slender bed made up of their clothes.
The slut nodded, “Yes Mister, I’m all okay. Are you?”
Still no names. I smiled and nodded.
She was oozing a kind of confidence that I hadn’t seen before. Like she had ‘been there and done that’, and now nothing could ever really hurt her again. She was magnificent and I loved her so much. I wanted her all to myself.
It was 6:50am according to my phone. We had been here all night. For the past few hours we had just rested, even slept a little. I stood and made my way to the top of the stone stairs, where there was a phone signal.
“Where are you going,” my Little Girl asked.
I did not reply, but instead when I reached the step where the signal arrived, I dialled the Village Hotel.
“Hi, can I book a room for tonight please, do you have a suite free?”
They did, a suite is always free. And so, after mumbling my name and giving my card details, we had somewhere to stay for today and the night. Somewhere I could have her all to myself.
I retraced my way down the hard stairs.
The slut looked up at me, head cocked, expecting some sort of comment from me.
“Okay, you and me, Little Girl, we’re staying in a hotel tonight, the same hotel as before, our hotel. I’m taking Red to the station and she’s going home, or back to your house, or wherever. You can join her tomorrow. Understand?”
It wasn’t a question but a full-blown statement. Red was heading home. My slut and I were not.
“Are we done?” Did my Little girl sound disappointed?
I smiled and nodded, “For now we are. She has had more than enough,” I nodded at Red, “… and during the night just past, you died here, you both did.”
I paused and just looked at them … beautiful them. Then added.
“We need to be careful. We need this to last and so we need to ration the fun.” I used the word ‘fun’ on purpose, because despite the extreme nature of what we were doing, they found it fun, I genuinely believed that, and I sure as hell did.
“Please Mister, just tie me and whip me once more!” She was almost pleading with me now. I shook my head in disbelief.
“You are so crazy Little One. But the answer is no …” The fact that I was able to torture her by refusing to hurt her was a strange side benefit from the outrageous and wonderful relationship I had with this girl.
I thought fleetingly of when we met in the pub for the first time … how absolutely spot on my radar had been!
“So, get your things together we need to go soon.”
She pouted. Unbelievable! She actually pouted.
I laughed.
“Come on get dressed, help me pack things up. We are leaving now.”
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It was the same suite we had the last time we were here, just a week ago, when Red was also with us. Would it be the same chamber maid, the one who sorted out our spare bedding to replace the bloody stained set?
Given the expensive nature of the room, we had been able to check in pretty much on arrival, and now my Little Girl was flaked out on the bed. Eyes closed. Sleeping like the beautiful, beaten, used and abused slut that she was.
Man, she looked beautiful, even dressed again in her flowing skirt, shirt and jacket … she hadn’t bothered with underwear.
I knew that she would want me to hurt her some more when she woke, refreshed from the healing slumber, but that wasn’t why we were here. I wanted to spend some time with her. Try to get to know her a little more. I wasn’t bothered about names, I liked the anonymity to be honest, but I wondered who she was. What Uni course was she doing, where was she actually from? I stood over her and fleetingly her eyes flickered open. A weak, still-asleep, smile emanated upwards from her pretty face before her lids slowly descended once more. She was here for some tender love and care. She badly needed TLC, even if she didn’t know it herself.
Leaning in to slide my arms underneath her body, I moved her gently upwards on the duvet. Slipped off her jacket and pumps and pulled the sheet over her.
I was due home today from my ‘conference’, and so, moving out of the bedroom, I called the wife.
“Hey love it’s me … yeah all is great thanks, but look … there’s a dinner tonight … just for a select few of us … some new committee … so I will be home tomorrow … yeah its fine, no surgery or clinics until Wednesday … miss you too … honey … I love you.”
And it was done. My duplicitous call made. It was that easy.
******
“Are you joining me,” My heavy eyes slowly opened to see my slut standing naked in the doorframe leading to the en-suite bathroom of our luxurious suite.
After my call home, I had stripped to my boxers and laid down next to my Little Girl. Pausing only to briefly kiss her forehead I too had then slept. It seemed I needed the rest too, because a quick glance at the time showed me that it was now 3:30pm. We had slept for hours.
She looked a vision, all nude flesh, shaved mound and pale scars, and pretty face … and my groin stirred.
“Your hands, you took off the dressings?”
She nodded, “They feel fine, and I don’t want to have wet bandages on … you can put more on me afterwards if you want to.”
She looked at me again, her raised eyebrows beckoning.
“The tub is filled, it’s ready, and soooooo?” She asked again.
Standing with a smile and the beginnings of an erection clearly evident, I took her offered hand and we walked slowly into the bathroom …
“Come on get in, the water is just perfect!” My Little Girl had stepped right in as soon as we reached the white frothy covering of bubbles coating the surface, and now she looked up beckoning me to do the same.
And so, slipping off my shorts, noticing the slut glance fleetingly at the burgeoning thickness of my shaft, I stepped forward, raised my legs one after the other, and plonked myself down, much to her squealing delight.
The oversized tub felt like it was designed for two, taps in the middle, with a nice sloped end that was perfect for me to lie back on. My Little Girl moved so that she was sitting in front of me, my legs spread allowing her to lay back against my chest.
Eyes closed in the steamy bathroom, we were settling into the relaxed quiet. The only sounds now being the low hum of the bathroom fan. We could hear nothing whatsoever from anywhere else. Just wonderful!
I opened my eyes and thanked my lucky stars, because it had to be them, my stars, and not God, for bringing all of this to me. My Little Girl’s head rested upon my shoulder facing the ceiling, her eyes closed. Lovingly, I placed my cheek against hers, enjoying the sight and feel of her body lying against me in the water.
The moment just got even more perfect …
“Last night was magical Mister, thank you.” Her words were a whisper, and the quiet, gentle purr of satisfaction that underpinned them told me that she meant what she said, and it felt so damn good!
“It was, my Little Girl, so perfect …” She turned her face towards me and kissed me. I put all the experience of a man in his late middle-age into the embrace …
We kissed …
And we kissed …
And then we kissed some more …
With my cock now as hard as a rock I shifted my position so that my gaze could travel the length of her exposed bubble coated legs, shining with gleaming wetness and … open. My eyes continued upwards towards her pussy, partially concealed by her scarred hands as they lie across the lower part of her stomach. Her beautiful breasts, marks from before the New Year adorning them, were floating above the waterline and just that lust-laced view made me want to kiss them.
Her nipples were soaked and wrinkled, soft and pliable which made me think about what they looked like when they are rigid and erect, hardening under the lick of my tongue as I suckle on her, pierced with skewers, or twisted between the sharp teeth of a clamp. Shifting again as these desire-filled thoughts take over my mind, my hard on squashed up against her soft, smooth back.
Momentarily I focus my attention on the pale scars that she wore so willingly, marks of her captivity that redden a little when the water covers them. It’s a reminder that fuelled my lust even more …
The air in the room is almost chilly compared to the hot bath, and so I take the ornate jug, different to the ones that we had used during the ‘Boarding sessions, that is sitting on the ledge and fill it with water from the tub. I lift it and pour it slowly over her shoulder letting the hot flow chase away the chill as it runs down her arm and the front of her chest.
"Mmmmmm ... ohhhhh, fuck, yes …" my Little Girl moans, "… that feels wonderful."
Filling the jug again, I pour it over her other shoulder. I both hear and feel her sigh as my slut tilts her head even further back over my shoulder, so that I can watch the water droplets run away down her chest, circling her breasts before dripping away from her nipples. The next jug of water I pour across the top of her chest, starting from the left and moving to the right, and then I watched fascinated as a hot sheet of steaming foam infused liquid runs across her breasts.
Her nipples constrict a little, not quite hardening, but not going soft either. I wonder how the water feels on them.
The next jug full I lift high and let a slow stream fall on the top of her breasts. Slowly I guide the rivulet downward to the right. The water trail breaks into small droplets just before it hits her skin, and circles around her breast.
My Little Girl takes a deep breath, and her wet, naked body pushes against me a little harder.
“Ohhhhhh that is sooooo fucking good,” she purrs.
As I run the water in smaller and smaller circles, I am fascinated. I love how it makes her skin yield slightly with each tiny impact from the flow of water droplets. Her nipple tightening slowly, darkening … crying out for attention.
Refilling the jug when it empties just as I am at the outer edge of her areola, I repeat the same on her left breast. Her breathing is quickening now, and below the waterline I see my Little Girl’s hands first rub her stomach and then dip down between her legs as she spreads them further.
The next jug I return to the right, and the hot water is now just falling, circling, hardening her flesh, nipples now bullet like, dark and contracted. I lift the jug even higher so the droplets are impacting harder now, and I begin to direct their trajectory so that they fall constantly against her erect nipple – like a kinky version of ‘Chinese-nipple-torture’.
My slut’s fingers are moving faster, with more determination between her legs, and I see, through a convenient gap in the foamy surface, that one is holding her lips open, while the other is slowly stroking her pussy and circling around her clit. Her mouth open, breath gasping with undisguised pleasure.
I move to the other breast and, not wanting it to feel neglected, I let the water fall hard on my Little Girl’s nipple, and am rewarded with a lust-fuelled deep, low moan. My cock has been slowly getting hard watching her arousal build, and I shift slightly so that it is now pressed upwards caught between my stomach and my slut’s lower back.
My Little Girl turns her face to me once more, her eyes still closed, and we kiss again … a most definite fuck-me-this-very-minute kiss …
I put the jug down and reach for the bar of soap on the bath ledge. Running it over in my hands while our tongues dance, I soon have a thick, white lather, enabling me to coat my Little Girl’s chest until it is slick and slippery with suds.
Both hands return to her breasts, fondling, cupping and then running the flat of my palm over them. Our kisses become more intense between heavy breathing, her tongue agitated, seeking out mine, and I can feel the motion of her hands in the water becoming more intent.
My fingertips on her breasts circle her puckered nipples, and she starts to rock her hips as she finger-fucks herself. She pulls away from the kiss, throwing her head back against me and gasps.
"Oh fuck … oh my fucking gosh … ohhhhhh don't stop..."
I pinch my Little Girl’s rock-hard nipples, and she bucks, arching her back into me. My cock is straining now, and I want to fuck her badly, but this moment right now … is all hers.
I knead her breasts, twisting, pulling, fondling, caressing knowing she's almost there. Suddenly the slut arches up, digging the porcelain tub sides with her heels and lifts her hips up out of the water …
“Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!” she cries … it is a beautiful sound!
Her orgasm is hard and all-consuming as groans long and loud, the sloshing water splashing everywhere over the otherwise perfectly clean and tidy bathroom, two fingers deep between her soft, wet folds and the other hand furiously rubbing her clit hard enough that, to me, the avid onlooker, it looks almost painful ... maybe it is, and maybe that’s what gets her off. Her hips thrust, fucking thin air, seeking more pressure, additional friction, craving the maximum pleasure … bucking hard with each wave of hot, convulsive gratification that wracks her body.
After a long, shuddering orgasm my Little Girl dropped back into the water, exhausted.
She turned to kiss me again, and our embrace is long and slow and tender as my hands rub her chest from stomach to shoulder lightly, until she relaxes.
I watch, fascinated, as her nipples slowly diminish and soften. She pulls away from the kiss, sighs deeply, and lies her head back on my shoulder again, eyes closed, breath slowing.
I close my eyes too, and feel our bodies relaxing together, listening to the faint dripping of the water in the now quiet again bathroom.