Katia

The house has been completely silent since Elaine left. I haven't said a word to Christine except "thank you" ever since she came in like a mad woman yelling at me and Elaine. I understand wanting to be careful but her behavior was completely unnecessary. Not to mention, it was slightly embarrassing. As if I don't know my own limits. As if I would do anything to hinder my healing. It's like she doubts I can take care of myself. Plus the way she shouted at Elaine was completely inexcusable. Not only does she owe me an apology, but she owes Elaine one too. She just makes me feel so small and incapable when she does things like that and not the cute and cuddly small. The bad small. The way my dad used to when he became too controlling. And I know she would never intentionally make me feel like that but she did.

It's so quiet. The only sound in the entire house is the noise our forks and knives make as they cling against the plate.

Chris clears her throat. "How was your day?" She asks softly.

I don't look up from my plate. "Fine until you came home."

"Katia."

"Christine." I copy her.

"Oh come on." She puts down her silverware. "You can't seriously be that upset with me for being worried about you."

"I'm not upset that you worry about me. I'm upset that Elaine has more faith in me than my wife does. I'm upset that you yelled at our friend and at me in front of our friend. I'm upset that you didn't even give me a chance to tell you what I was doing." We're staring at each other across the table now. She doesn't say anything but her eyes look softer. Sadder. I sigh. "I was only on the floor because I was stretching." I explain. "I get that you worry. I wholeheartedly expect you to, Chris, but you made me feel bad. You... hurt my feelings and embarrassed me."

She quickly wipes the moisture from her eyes and nods. "I understand and I'm sorry. Really, I am. I didn't mean to but I did and I apologize. I hope you forgive me."

I push around the food on my plate. "I'm sorry too for ignoring you since you've been here. I know I've got my shit going on but I have to be gentle with you too. We're going through this together. So, I'm sorry."

She exhales. "We're some sorry fools."

I laugh softly. "Exactly."

She gets up from her seat and sits closer to me. She kisses me softly.

"I love you." I say after she pulls away.

"I love you more." She says.

"But I'm not made of glass you know? I know I can't walk much right now but I can still do other things myself. I'm not someone you have to constantly hover over.

She sighs. "Okay. I will give you more space even though it may kill me.

I laugh. "Don't be dramatic!"

She chuckles a little too.

I smile. "Sooo..." I shrug, "come on. Tell me about your first day."

She smirks. "I will. Later." She stands up and pulls my wheelchair from the table.

"What are you doing?" I ask curiously.

"It seems as though you've forgotten the rules." She says mirthlessly.

My eyes widen and my breath gets caught in my throat. "What?" I croak.

She laughs at what I'm guessing my face looks like right now. "I believe you just said "shit" or do my ears deceive me?" She asks.

I gulp. "No, ma'am. They do not." In the month that I've been home I can count on one hand how many times we've had sex. Out of those few times, none of them have been a scene. Actually none of them have been rough at all. She continues to push my chair. "Where are we going?" I ask.

"To test your theory of not being made of glass."

I don't mean to but I laugh. "I think my memory is messing up again. What does that mean?"

She pauses for a moment before she realizes I'm lying. "Hm. Keep adding to the list of infractions."

When we get to the cellar door, she stops and opens the door. "Well?" She asks.

I begin taking my clothes off with no help from her. That makes me both happy and annoyed. Before I ask how she plans for me to get down there, she lifts me up over her shoulder and descends the steps with ease. She moves the false wall and tosses me on the bed. She wastes no time climbing on top of me and taking my lips into a searing kiss. I try to run my fingers through her hair but she pins my hands down. I moan into her mouth and arch my back. Her kisses move lower to my neck. Oh fuck.

"Mistress." I moan. "Please."

She sits up with a little smirk on her face. She gets off of me and I groan. My body already misses hers. She strips down to her bra and panties. She tosses the clothes aside. "Roll over, sub."

I move quickly to obey her, moving to lay on my belly. She fastens my wrists to the bed and my ankles the same. Now my legs are spread and I'm completely exposed to her. Helpless against her whims. She walks out of my line of view. I hear her clanking around and my mind races with the possibilities. She comes closer to me. "Safe word?" She asks.

"Pointe." I answer.

"Good girl." She kisses the top of my head. "You're getting lashes for cursing. Do you understand?" She asks.

I nod. "Yes, ma'am."

"Count for me."

"Yes ma'am."

There's a silent pause before the first strike of her whip lands on my back. Apparently I've lost every bit of stamina or endurance I've built. I yell. It takes everything in me not to curse out loud. Fuck. "One. Thank you, Mistress." I say through my teeth.

The next blow lands. Again I shout. The stinging sensation is in my back but it feels like its radiating through my body. I press my head against the mattress. "Two. Thank you, ma'am."

The third and fourth blow come almost back to back and there are tears stinging my eyes. "Three and four. Thank you, Mistress." I croak.

She finally moves to a different section of my back but that hardly helps with the intensity she's using. My entire body wants to fold into itself to get away from the searing pain but I'm locked in place. "Five." I sniffle. "Thank you, Mistress."

I feel her take the cuffs off of my ankles and my wrists. "Roll over, little one."

Hearing her call me that makes me feel better. She kisses me. "You took that well."

"Thank you, ma'am."

"You're welcome." She kisses me again. Her lips trail from mine to my neck. Lower to my breast. She takes my nipples into her hot mouth and sucks until I am squirming beneath her touch. Oh god. It feels so good. She moves lower, finding her way between my thighs. She slowly strokes her tongue between my folds, ending up on my clit. I moan her name and open my legs wider for her.

"May I touch you?" I ask.

She nods while continuing to suck and kiss. I gently grab her hair and arch my body as much as I can to be closer to her.

"Baby!" I moan out. "Mistress, can I cum for you please?" I beg.

She nods as she slides her fingers inside of me. It feels like I lose control of body as I become undone. I moan at the top of my lungs as my body shakes. Still, she pumps her fingers in and out as I lose my mind. Before I know it I'm at the door of my second climax. Of fuck. Fuuuuck.

She lifts her head up. "Cum for me, Katia." She growls. I immediately obey her orders and cum on demand. This time leaving a wet spot beneath me I can feel it's warmth under my butt. As I catch my breath she comes up to me and kisses me. I taste myself from her lips but I rather be tasting her.

"I want to make you feel good." I say.

"You did." She says softly before she kisses me again.

"No, but like this." I reach lower and slide my hand into her panties. She reaches out to stop me. "Please, Mistress?" I ask.

She lets go of my hand and nods. I kiss her deeply, teasing her tongue with mine. She bites my lip as she opens her legs, making the exploration of my hand easier. I find her clit and make fast tiny circles around it. She presses her body against mine and moans for me. I start to suck her neck so hard, I'm certain I'll leave a hickey.

"Katia!" She gasps and digs her nails into me.

"Ma'am?"

"Fuck me, baby." She moans.

Could this woman be any sexier? No. The answer is no. I slide my fingers from her clit to her opening, thrusting inside of her. She shouts out in ecstasy, still with her nails lodged into my stinging back. I don't mind though. I welcome it actually. I take all the pain she gives me with pleasure. I moan out too. I pump my fingers faster as I thumb her clit. Her legs start to shake before they close around my hand. She's cuming on my fingers and it's such a sight to see. I fucking love it.

"Katia." She moans as she hits her climax. Her legs are squeezed shut too tight for me to move my hand at all, so I just stay still inside of her.

"You are amazing." I say as she finally calms down and releases my hand from the clutches of her thighs.

She sighs, regaining her composure. "That would be you, my dear."

I smile and curl into her. She holds me and kisses my head. "I missed it down here. Can we sleep here tonight?" I ask.

She chuckles softly. "Sure. Why not?"