Sammy and I sat naked at the kitchen table waiting for the pizza I'd ordered after our dom/sub play acting session. I'd thought about getting dressed after placing the order, however since she had come out of her room still wearing nothing but angry red stripes on her ass, I figured I'd stay nude as long as she did. She had brought one of the smaller pillows from her room and covered it with a towel before sitting down, wincing just slightly as she did so. I wasn't sure if it was from the pain of the cropping or the anal sex or a combination of both.
"I didn't go too hard on you, did I?" I asked with genuine concern.
"No, no! It was perfect, but I'll be sore for a while." She smirked and added, "Inside and out!"
I laughed a little, but was still a little concerned. I had seen the slight bit of pink on the washcloth as I had cleaned the lube from my penis. So I knew I had made her bleed at least a little. "About that... are you okay... um, in there?"
"What? Of course. It's been a while since I've had more than a finger back there, that's all." She shook her head. "Yet another thing I didn't think a certain someone was worthy of having."
A dozen emotions hit me at once. I felt a wave of pride that I had been deemed worthy again of something that she'd held back from her last boyfriend, along with an odd sadness that she'd spent so long with a man that didn't deserve her. Along with that was a determination to do everything I could to be everything for her that he hadn't been. Then confusion as to why I was thinking so much about some guy I'd met maybe three times total. The notification 'ding' of my phone brought me out of my haze and I glanced at the screen.
"Food is almost here." I thought again about putting something on, but didn't move. I'd already checked the option to have the delivery left at the door, and alcove outside the front door blocked view from the neighbors. I'd have no problem retrieving the pizza without being seen.
"That's good, I'm really starving."
"Me too." I agreed
I looked across the table at her. Hair a mess, eyes red and slightly puffy, remnants of the streaked makeup that she'd wiped but not fully cleaned. She was so goddamn beautiful.
She caught me staring, saying "What? Do I have something on my face or something?"
"You're stunning." I said simply, with what I'm sure was dumb look on my face.
Sammy picked up my phone from the table and used the blackness of the screen as a makeshift mirror. "Oh my god, I look like a wreck!" I started to say something, but she held up a hand to stop me. Putting my phone back on the table, she reached both hands across for mine. Taking my hands in hers, "I'm sorry, I need to be better about accepting compliments. What I meant to say was, thank you."
I smiled at her and just held her hands and gaze. During our earlier conversations, we'd talked about how both of us had trouble accepting compliments. We'd agreed then that we'd both work on it. I felt now that I might have more trouble with that than she. Once again my reverie was interrupted by a 'ding' of my phone.