The marks on my skin are a testament of loss. My walls are covered in memories of them all. Each one important; each one gone from my life, from my world never to return. Never to be together. Forever. Alone.

My hand grips their hair as hard as I can. I twist my wrist and push my hand down, dragging them by the scalp to their knees. “That’s my good boy. You only need a little direction.” I don’t think they can see me, but my smirk must be audible in my tone. “Fuck! Princess!” “Oh, hush, fuckdoll. We both know you like it like this.” Their cheeks and the tips of their ears turn bright red and their hands move to shield their face.

I step through the doorway. Coming home from work is such a relief after a long day at the office. I drop my purse at the door and hang up my jacket. I slip out of my sandals and my hand snakes up under my shirt to undo my bra. I don’t think there’s anything that would get me to leave the house this afternoon. Fishing in my sleeves to pull my bra off, I turn and walk toward the bedroom.

Their grin is so charming as they lean in close to me. I just want to sit up straighter on the edge of the bed and kiss them. I smile up at them as they lean over me, naked from their shower. They have other plans. Their hands rest gently on my shoulders as their face comes in close to mine, almost close enough to kiss. Instead of bridging the tiny gap to my lips with theirs, they shift the position of their hands slightly and push me back on the bed forcefully.

They taste like the sea I can almost hear crashing against the sand, only more so. The flavor of their cunt fills my mouth and my heart at the same time. I know instantly that this is what I’ve been missing. Who am I kidding. I knew that years ago. I’ve known that since the night in the rose garden where they parted their legs at just the right time for the scent of their cunt to mix with the sparse and lonely rose blossoms near us.

It all happens in the blink of an eye. One moment I am just standing behind them, lovingly chatting about what we both want and the next my tits are pressed against their back and my hand is around their throat. I sink my teeth into their trapezius muscle and bite down until I’m sure I’m bruising them. They gasp and twist to the right and try to duck out of my hold.

I slide the scarf off of their neck and give them a lingering kiss on the soft skin I’ve exposed. My teeth brush along their skin, teasing them with the idea that I’m going to bite them. Of course I will, just not yet. That would be too easy, too quick. I’m feeling much more playful than that. They at least have to beg for it first. “I want you to just relax there, baby.

The pencil thin cane slaps into the smooth skin of their ass. It’s not the deep thunk of a paddle, or the flesh-tearing bite of a whip. It’s something else entirely. I can see the twin, red welts raising quickly on either side of where I landed the blow. I’m sure they’ll fade quickly, if I let them. My partner lets out a sigh and relaxes into the bed. Their breathing slows and their head snuggles deeper into my left thigh.

From here it’s just water to the horizon in front of us. The curved beach stretches out its arms to either side, embracing the waves as they approach. This could be paradise. I lay back on the blanket, narrowly avoiding laying my wet hair in the sand. “Can I lay there with you?” They block out the brightest part of the still-glowing dusk sky. “Always, babe.” I spread my arms.

The cool air bites into their shoulders as I lead them out into the alley. It’s meant to be a shortcut back toward the garage where we parked, but I have other plans. My fingertips press against the small of their back can feel the sheen of sweat from our dancing turn cold. “Baby, you must be freezing.” They aren’t used to the chill. It’s their first visit here and the late spring air is warm to me, but I think it’s probably chilly for them.