Title: A Night of Sweet Pain
Author: Kael
Keywords: mf, cons, rough, sm

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     She raises a hand and knocks on the beige motel room door three times. He opens it, arm above his head resting against the door frame.  "Hi," she says, smiling.

     "Hey," he replies.  He steps back to let her in, and she takes a step forward, pushing the door closed behind her.  She raises her arms and he steps forward so she can wrap them around his neck.  She leans up and kisses him.  When he kisses her back, wrapping one arm around her waist and stroking her hair with the other one, she presses her body against him.  His tongue slides into her mouth and she runs hers against it, feeling him squeeze her tightly.  He turns his head and bites her neck hard and she moans, sliding her fingers up through his hair and tightening her grip in it. He bites her again harder.  He tugs on her earlobe with his teeth, and she feels the heat in her pussy as the sweet ache from his bites overtakes her.  They break apart, and he walks over to the nightstand.  He comes back and hands her the bottle of Olde English.  She unscrews it, and raises it to her lips, her eyes on his.  She takes a long drink, lowers the bottle, and then sips again.  She downs over half of the bottle, drinking until she feels light, no longer under the control of gravity.  He watches her, his dark eyes shining eagerly.  "There's a good girl," he says and hugs her, squeezing her ass and letting her feel the bulge of his cock pressed against her cunt through their clothes.

     She hands the bottle back to him, smiling, and he replaces it on the nightstand.  He holds out a hand, and she lets him him pull her gently towards the bed.  Once there, his hands move down to her hips.  He grabs the hem of her t-shirt, drags it up her sides, his warm fingers brushing against her smooth skin, raising goosebumps.  She lifts her arms and he pulls the shirt off.  She reaches behind her, unclasps her bra and lets it fall.  While she unbuttons her jeans, pushes them down her legs, and kicks them off her ankles, he strips down to his boxer briefs.

     He runs a hand through her waist-length hair, wraps it around his fist and tugs, pulling her head back.  He leans down, licks her skin, from the base of her throat, up her exposed neck to her ear, and she shivers.  He kisses her neck and sucks on it while he runs a hand up the side of her body to her breasts and squeezes one, running a thumb over her pink nipple.  He steps back and frees her hair, and she shakes her head, letting her hair fall down around her shoulders.  She climbs into the bed, and leans back on the pillows against the headboard.  He sits down facing  her, cross-legged.  

     To her eyes the room is shimmering, the dim golden light from the two lamps reflecting off the pale wallpaper, the furniture, and their two bodies.  He reaches over to the nightstand, and when her eyes settle on his hands, she sees he's holding a razorblade and a small box of salt.  She bites her lips and smiles at him.  "That looks fun," she says.

     He nods and says, "Hold out your arm," and she obeys happily.  The blue veins crisscrossing her delicate wrists stand out against her pale skin.  He wraps his larger hand around her wrist and pulls it a little closer to him.  He holds the blade against her skin and draws it across, making a crimson line blossom just below the crease of her elbow.  She bites her lip when she feels the sharp pain of the blade and feels another pulse of heat from her pussy.  He moves down her arm, making a ladder of shallow cuts.  He grabs her left wrist and does the same thing.  She loves the quick, sharp pain of each cut, clearing her head, expanding until it's all she's thinking about.   She watches him bent over her, his dark hair falling across his focused face.  When her arms are done, she scoots down the bed and he puts a hand on her shoulder, pushing her gently onto her back.  She looks up at the ceiling, breathing lightly and then feels the bite of the razor on her body, just under her breasts.  He cuts artistically, sometimes in the center of her body, sometimes towards her left or right side, but always moving down.  The cuts move across her ribcage, down her flat stomach.  They cross her belly button and finally stop just above her shaved pussy.  

     He looks down at her and smiles.  She returns the smile, her blue eyes sparkling.  He bends over her and kisses her softly, and she parts her lips as she kisses him back.  When he sits back up, he takes in his work for a minute, admiring the fine lines of red across her body and up and down the insides of each of her pale arms.  From a few cuts, droplets of dark blood are swelling.  She spreads her legs, one on each side of him, and he turns to her left one first.  Starting at the top of her thigh, he moves down her smooth inner thigh, making another series of thin red lines.  He does the same to her right thigh, caressing the silky skin there before making his cuts, each one sending a stab of pain through her trembling body.

     When he's finished, he picks up the box of salt, shakes some into his hand, and puts the box on the bed next to him.  She holds out her right arm, and watches him intently, her breathing shallow and quick as he rubs the salt into her forearm.  She moans as she feels it burning through her, and her eyes tear up at the pain.  He does the same with her left arm, and then begins on her stomach.  He pinches each nipple before he starts.  She feels the pinches through the hot stinging in her arms.  He sprinkles salt across her torso, a little pinch in her belly button, and then begins massaging it in.  He runs his hands up her sides, squeezing gently, then across the middle of her belly, his thumbs meeting in her navel.  

     She stretches, arches her back happily as the pain spreads through her consciousness, consuming her thoughts, turning her body into a fiery spirit of pain and desire.  He massages the salt into each of her thighs, and then she curls them around his waist.  She's surrounded by the warm cocoon of the stinging, throbbing heartbeat in her arms, legs, and stomach.  The pain is so intense, so overpowering.  Her pussy is soaked.  Her body is aroused from the pain she craves, and she moans when he leans down and licks her torso, from her pussy all the way up to her small, well-shaped breasts.  He sucks on her nipples one at a time, nibbling each of them until they're hard in his mouth, then he kisses her.  She kisses him back, putting her arms around his neck, leaving small smears of blood on it and in his hair and pressing her stinging body up against him, squeezing her legs tighter around his waist when she feels the bulge of his cock pressing against her pussy.  

     He kisses her harder, and her body responds, trying to push against him even more.  She bites his neck, tugs on his earlobe, and he moans in pleasure.  She bites again, lower down on his neck and harder, and his hand tightens in her hair, pulling at it painfully.  She bites his shoulder and he moans again.  He growls and turns his head to bite her neck until she cries out in pain, so delirious she wants to laugh.  He bites again and presses his weight against her.  She kisses him and licks the bite marks on his neck, and he presses his cock against her pussy.  He scoots down her body and pulls off her panties before taking off his.   

     He lowers his head between her legs and locks eyes with her before turning his head and biting the inside of her right thigh.  She moans and her leg instinctively tries to twitch away, but he has an arm locked around it, holding it still.  She whimpers when he bites it again, and then he's back on top of her.  He has blood on his neck and in his hair, from where her arms were a minute ago, and she smears it when she wraps her arms around him again.  She strokes his hair and spreads her legs farther, taking a quick breath when she feels the head of his cock brush against her slit.  
"Bite me," she whispers and he does, biting the side of her neck hard before he pushes his 7" cock inside her and begins thrusting slowly and deeply, filling her insides.  He's panting at the feeling of her warm, tight pussy squeezing his cock.  He begins to thrust faster and she moans and presses her face against his neck.  He fucks her faster and faster, filling her slim, small body with his hard cock over and over again.  She cries out each time he slams into her, and she bites his shoulder.  He grunts and bites hers.  Her fingers have slid up through his hair, tangled themselves in it.  She hangs on desperately, moaning and panting as he fucks her.  Her stinging, red-striped stomach is pressed up as hard as it can be against his smooth, hard body.  She arches her back and moans again, and he cums inside her at the same time.  He lays on top of her, and she strokes his shoulder-length hair as their breathing returns to normal.  He kisses her softly and then pulls back.  She moans in protest and leans up to keep kissing him.  He grins and obliges.  Finally, he sits up, and his cock slips out of her soaked pussy.  She arches her back and stretches, her arms above her head before she sits up.  Her blood is smeared across both of their stomachs, and her body is still sweetly aching and stinging.  

     They kiss again, warm lips pressed together until she parts hers, letting his tongue into her mouth.  Her fingers trace lightly up and down his sides as they kiss.  Eventually, they pull apart.  Each is glowing, covered by a sheen of sweat from their exertions.  He taps the tip of her nose, and she giggles, biting her bottom lip and blushing.  "Shower time," he says and she nods In agreement. 

     They untangle themselves and head to the shower.  Under the warm rain of the showerhead, they soap each other down and rinse off.  He's careful with her, not rubbing the cuts on her arms, belly, and thighs too roughly.  When they're clean, she goes down on her knees and licks his cock, from his balls to his head.  She swirls her tongue around his head and sucks on it eagerly before taking his cock in her mouth.  It's hard now, and with his hands on her head guiding her, she moves back and forth, sucking him hungrily, twirling her tongue messily up and down his shaft.  He shudders, moans and cums in her mouth and across her face.  She grins up at him and then stands up, and they both rinse off again.  She enjoys his warm, rough hands running up and down her smooth, slippery body.  He pulls her into a hug, squeezing her ass, and she runs her nails down his back and kisses his chest.  Before stepping out of the shower, she wrings the extra water out of her long hair, and then they go back into the bedroom.  He has his underwear back on, and she slips on one of his t-shirts.  It easily falls to her knees.  He laughs at the sight of her and climbs into the bed.  "You look like a kid."

     She wrinkles her nose and sticks her tongue out at him.  "Do not," she responds.

     "It's ok," he says.  "It's cute."  She shakes her head, and climbs into bed next to him, cuddling up against him.  She holds her arms out in front of her, studying the thin lines on her forearms in the yellow light of their room.  He reaches over and runs a finger down the arm closest him, from her wrist to her elbow.

     "They look good," he says, "and they'll heal quickly."

     "I don't care how they look; I just enjoy getting them," she says and turns her head to look at him.  He ruffles her hair and kisses her, sliding a hand between her legs.  She moans and parts her legs, and he squeezes her pussy.  He pinches her thigh before he draws his hand out, eliciting a quick cry that she cuts off by biting her tongue.  "Hey!"

     "Couldn't help it," he says grinning.  She pinches his nipple and nuzzles her face against his neck. 

     "Bite me," she whimpers and he does.  She hugs him tightly, letting the pain fill her.  He pulls back and, "Again," she says.  He rolls his eyes and leans down to bite her neck again, pinching a nipple at the same time.  She moans, and when he sits back up she says, "Bite me again," grinning.  He growls and bites her ear and then her neck as hard as she can, she moans again and clenches her pussy as it pulses in pleasure.  She licks his nipple and bites it gently and he bites the back of her neck.  They both pull apart laughing.  "It hurts so good," she sighs, almost purring.  He grins, and pulls her on top of him.  He runs his hands up and down her stomach under the shirt she's wearing, making the cuts there hurt all over again.  She bends down and kisses him and he kisses her back, still squeezing and rubbing her belly covered in the stinging tracery of thin cuts.  She presses back against his cock and he groans and squeezes her thighs.

     "You're teasing," he moans.  She laughs and does it again, and he thrusts up against her.   She rolls off of him and they face each other, both of them grinning.  She kisses his nose, her soft lips tickling him, and he ruffles her hair again, tugging at the end of the long blond braid that hangs over her shoulder.  He drapes an arm over her body, rubbing her back and pulling her closer against him, until her breasts are pressed against his chest.  She nestles her head against his shoulder and sighs happily, and they both close their eyes to sleep.

     "Remember, no falling in love," she whispers, her eyes still closed.  She feels him sigh and hug her tighter.  

     "That is the deal," he says.  She opens her eyes and peeks up at his face, but his eyes are closed.

     In the morning, they fuck again, her riding his cock.  Then they shower and get dressed.  Before she walks out the door, she turns to face him.  He smiles at her then looks down at her wrist and pinches it playfully.  "Already healing," he says.

     Her eyes follow his gaze and she nods.  "Yep, the salt helps."  She grins up at him and they kiss one more time.  Then she tugs on his earlobe and walks out.

     "I'll see you soon," he calls out, and she nods while she's walking away, going down the stairs and heading towards the bus stop on the corner.



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