"Submit to me. I will not ever harm you. Do you doubt this?" He was genuinely hurt.
"Master, you know of my problem with this. Why do you ask this of me?"
"I want you to submit to me. It is our relationship. Do you want to make a fundamental to change to this arrangement?"
"I don't want this to end. Is that what you're asking me?"
"Little one." He reached out to her to caress her cheek. He knew that this was going to be difficult for her. That was part of why he considered this. The other part was that he desired this to his very core.
"Little one, I asked if you wanted to change the arrangement - not end it. You could become my lover rather than my slave. I could become your lover rather than your master. It is not something I want. I don't think it is something you want. I want you to give me what I want."
She was lying on the bed with her arms tied to the head board. He had not restrained her legs. He enjoyed being able to wrap her legs around his waist or to bend her almost in half. He undid her wrist restraints. Of course she immediately crossed her arms over her breasts in an attempt to cover her nakedness. He allowed this momentarily.
"Turn over and get on all fours." She moved slowly to meet his demand. With her legs between his, he entered her from behind. She arched her back so that he could enter in a fluid stroke.
"Yes, this is better for the blood," she said. She had started her period a few days before. She was a heavy bleeder and her own scent was heavy. She was both enthralled and appalled by her scent. In the past, with another, she had been treated as if her body was polluted when she menstruated or became wet with desire. She had taken no small amount of verbal abuse and had allowed herself to internalize this shame.
Her master, the other had never been a master - merely a husband, now an ex-husband - wanted to take her even when her period was heavy. This she struggled with, but a few times had come to terms with her shame. Those moments of acceptance and desire had fed her healing soul.
"Better how, Little one?"
"Not as messy." As she said it, she knew he would be displeased.
The spank on her ass wrung in her ears. "This is your master fucking you. This is your master enjoying your body. This is my slave giving of her passion. Do not insult what I love." At every other word, he thrust deeply into her wet heat. She ground her body against his as he rode her.
He felt all of her muscles begin the contract around his dick. She came explosively. He came with her but immediately pulled out of her and stood up.
"Master, oh please, I want you inside, please" she was almost incoherent.
