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Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You, Baby

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The come-down was her favourite part. The intensity and the build up, anticipation and exaltation, they were wonderful too, but it was the silence afterwards that she craved. She always savoured the last strike of the cane and the sounds he made when he was well and truly spent, when he’d given her everything and he lay there, collapsed and glassy eyed, having endured, having suffered, for her.

Whispered something in your ear
It was a perverted thing to say
But I said it anyway
Made you smile and look away

It was then that they really connected, even more so than when he was following her words to the letter with her boot on the back of his neck, more than when his pupils spread and made his eyes into tawny eclipses of pleasure, more, in fact, than when she fastened the collar and kissed him, their ritual having begun again.

Nothing’s gonna hurt you baby
As long as you’re with me, you’ll be just fine
Nothing’s gonna hurt you baby
Nothing’s gonna take you from my side

When he was wrecked and breathing hard, slicked with sweat and spit, he as so beautiful to her, the strongest man she’d ever seen. Having spent so much to make her voice so big and her hands so heavy as they rained down on his flesh and bones, she needed that quiet from him, that holy space. Holding him as he whimpered and stumbled back through their mutual haze was the real gift. That abandon and trust, how he would freefall into her, it was everything she could do not to weep silently as he lay in her lap and she touched the welts and blooming bruises. In truth, sometimes she did weep, quietly, her chest filling with the gravity of their sparring. He never heard her, never noticed the tears that fell on his shoulder as she held him and rubbed the rope-ache from his limbs.

When we dance in my living room
To that silly ’90s R&B
When we have a drink or three
Always ends in a hazy shower scene

And when things slid back into focus, when he found his voice again, kissing her knuckles and pushing his chin into her palms, those moments of quiet talk and gratitude, whispered praise and promises, those moments were everything.

Nothing’s gonna hurt you baby
As long as you’re with me, you’ll be just fine
Nothing’s gonna hurt you baby
Nothing’s gonna take you from my side

 

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Wicked Wednesday is a weekly writing prompt for erotica and smut writers, hosted by Marie Rebelle of Rebel’s Notes

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