She Paints Me Blue

"Please don't think that this is easy." Her hair fell over her eyes, shielding them from my teary eyed gaze. As I struggled to find the words to make her to stay, she sighed and took a long drink of her latte. She was such a caffeine addict.

A single tear fell from my cheek and into my tea. I watched as the salty clear liquid mixed with the sugary sweetness in my tea cup and swirled into the darkness, much like our relationship had been doing for some time. Unable to look at her, I whispered, mostly to myself, "I love you.." and instinctively, my hand found hers. That familiar touch of my skin on hers seemed so cold. She didn't even notice that my heart had stopped beating.

With a sigh, she said "Baby, please don't cry. You know it breaks my heart to see your eyes like that." She reached out to me and with her fingertips, tilted my face toward hers. Her dark eyes locked on mine and for a split second I saw something in them, something that had been missing for so long. As if a light had been turned on, she noticed my hand was touching hers and she curled her slender fingers around mine. Our hands always did fit together so perfectly. Before I knew it, she was walking out the door. She'd forgotten her latte, it was only half gone. How unlike her. For a fleeting second, I considered taking it out to her as she hailed a cab, but when she didn't look back before opening the dented car door, I reconsidered and began to stare at the lipstick mark on the rim of the cup. In a daze, I touched the pink imprint of her lips, trying to remember how it felt when she'd kiss my fingers. When I couldn't remember, I stood and walked out of the coffee shop and down the street to mourn in the privacy of my own apartment. Four years is such a long time to end so abruptly.

Every person I passed on the street seemed to be in another world apart from my own. The afternoon sun bore down on my back, but inside I was freezing. Inside it was raining cats and dogs, I swear it was the storm of the century. Four blocks down from the coffee shop, I realized that I had been running. I stopped, completely out of breath, and sat down on some steps. It wasn't until it was too late that I realized where I was. Her apartment building. With my hands in my pockets, I looked up to her window, hoping to see her shadow on the drapes. I don't know how long I stood there.

The next time I looked up, the sun was setting and she was getting out of a cab. I tried to walk away before she saw me, but I didn't have the energy to run again. She touched the small of my back. I was alive again, or at least I thought I was. "What are you doing here? Are you okay?" She took me by the shoulders and turned me around. This time I avoided her gaze. I reached up to wipe my eyes only to find that I hadn't been crying. Her hands were still on my arms, that simple touch seemed so suffocating all of a sudden. "I..." I didn't know how to explain being there. My apartment was 10 blocks away. I spoke in scattered sentences. "I didn't feel like cooking tonight. I'm just on my way to get dinner. I was just in the neighborhood. I need to get to the newsstand over there before it closes..." The cab driver cut me off.

"Lady, you gonna pay me or what?" He was about to get out of the cab. How long had we been standing there?

She looked at me for a few seconds more and then moved away and handed the cabbie a $20. I took the chance to get away. When she turned back around I was gone, ducked into a doorway, tears flowing freely down my cheeks. I watched as she looked around for me, the look on her face was frantic. She called my cell three times before giving up and walking inside. I stepped out of the doorway just in time to see the light come on in her bedroom. Even her silhouette was gorgeous.

Good Girl: Chapter One

"Get down on your knees. Crawl to me. Don't speak." My eyes are locked on her as she follows my orders, no questions asked. I still get nervous at the beginning of each scene. I still feel a chill down my spine when she says "yes Mistress," in that soft, sweet voice of hers. She's half-way across the room and she looks up at me. In her pale blue eyes I see my reason for being. With just a quick glance up, she says so many things. I am a truly lucky woman. "Wait. Stop there. Up on your heels."

I take a deep breath. There are butterflies in my stomach but I am in control. The few seconds it takes to walk the four or feet from the bed to her feel like an eternity. I'm sure she feels the same way crawling toward me. "Look into my eyes, girl." Our eyes connect. I see stars. Softly, I smile down at her--my girl, my love, my everything. I reach down with fingers trembling and gently caress her cheek. She sighs softly and her eyes close. With one finger I slowly trace her lips. We're in a rhythm now. She opens her mouth, willingly accepting my finger, sucking it; her eyes are locked on mine.

I pull my hand away and my finger slips from her mouth with a "pop." I slowly slide my hand to the back of her head; my fingers tangle in her light brown hair. I am in control. Time stands still. Tilting her head back with a gentle tug of her hair, I lean down and softly kiss her waiting mouth. She wants to touch me--to wrap her arms around me. As much as I want to let her, now is not the time. With the end of our kiss, I feel her body relax. I let go of her hair and walk behind her. "On all fours."

Her ass really is perfect. Her skin is so smooth, so flawless. As beautiful as it is now, it's even more beautiful when it's bright red. I scrape my nails down her back with excruciating slowness--all the way down over her ass. She arches and groans as I lovingly caress her skin. "Count." I draw my hand back and with a resounding "SMACK" it connects.

She draws in a sharp breath and softly exhales, "One, Mistress. May I have another?"

She's such a good girl. SMACK! She tenses up. "Two, Mistress. May I have another?"

I'm in my element. SMACK! She whimpers, "Three Mistress-" before she can finish the sentence I surprise her with three rapid blows. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She fights a scream. We really mustn't wake the neighbors. These apartment walls are much too thin.

Panting, she says, "Thank You Mistress." Her ass is a nice shade of bright pink. A sheen of sweat is covering her body. The need to stop everything and take her right here on the floor is overwhelming. I can sense her need too. I can smell it. I reach down and teasingly run a finger along her pussy--so wet, so warm. She wants me. She needs me. Easily my fingers slides past her outer lips and into her warm center. A soft moan escapes her lips as she presses her hips down on my hand. "Such a wanton slave, I have..." Slowly I bring my glistening finger to my lips and taste her. "Mmmm you're delicious, pet."

"Thank You Mistress." she wimpers. She beginning to squirm now. She's growing restless. Quickly I pull a leather flogger from a hook on the wall and smack her ass with it, reaffirming my control. "Do you want more, slave?" I tease her with the straps of leather, caressing her burning skin with the tips of the flogger. As she begins to answer I respond with a sharp SMACK of my palm against her bare ass.

"Yes Mistress, please..." She's quivering at my feet. My last blow surprised her and she fell forward on her elbows. She looks so good this way--ass in the air, presented for me.

"Beg for it, girl. Make me think you want it more than anything in the world." Shes slipping now--going to that place inside her head. Her voice sounds distant but still filled with need. She really is mine now. How easy it would be to do whatever I want...This power is intoxicating.

"Please Mistress, again..." her voice trails off as I draw back my hand, "with a crop this time, Ma'am. Push me harder Mistress, I need it...I need You." She's whimpering, still squirming, but drifting deeper and deeper inside her head to a place where only she and I exist. I exchange the leather flogger for a stiff riding crop, one she presented to me on my birthday. It's always been her favorite.

With a flick of my wrist I snap the end of the crop against the small of her back. In almost a whisper she says, "Thank You Mistress..." Again I bring the crop down on her, the shaft leaving a bright red mark across her ass. She's completely silent now, save a few whimpers. She's in heaven. I raise my arm higher, this time flicking the end of the crop along the backs of her thighs. She starts whispering, begging, "Please Mistress, more...harder..." Three quick lashes across her thighs--SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Her moans mixed with the snap of the crop are a symphony in my ears. This is the stuff life is made of.

Her whispered words are incoherent now. Still, she urges me on. I land the crop right across her ass. The red lines are beginning to blur into one mark. Again--SMACK! She rewards me with a moan. SMACK!--a muffled cry. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Finally she collapses on the floor from exhaustion, tears falling from her eyes. I let the crop fall to the floor as I bend down and pick her up. She's so weak, so vulnerable now. Carrying her to the bed, I whisper in her ear, "You're such a good girl. Mistress loves you, pet."