"Of course, Lirael. Why don't I just grab some towels and a bucket and wash you right there on your chair? It might be more comfortable."
He gathers what he needs and sets everything up, before helping me undress and over to the chair. He carefully washes my face and hair, doing his best to rinse the soap out of my hair, without my back getting wet. After changing the water, he washed the rest of my body, carefully assessing every part of me, as not to cause me pain.
I can't help the swirl of emotional thoughts that fill my mind, seeing my bruised and messed up body. I can only imagine what Lance sees.
"I look pretty bad and pitiful right now, don't I?" I sounded more caustic than I intended, even to myself.
Lance turns a critical eye up at me, "Yes, you are covered in bruises and wounds, making this not your best look. However, you are not pitiful."
He wrings out the cloth, continuing to wash my body. "There's nothing pitiful about you or why you are covered in these marks. Lirael, you fought back. You saved Brian's life by yelling and distracting that piece of shit. You defended yourself and another against your abuser. You should get a reward for that. If I had not have gotten stuck at a traffic light, I might have been the one to walk through that door, and who knows if it would have turned out the same way? Lirael, you are still beautiful. These will fade in a about a week, the wounds will go away too."
He drops the wash cloth into the bowl, picks up the towel and softly pats my skin dry.
"I think you should know, Lirael," he takes a moment to caress my cheek, "I'm am so proud of you. No one else saved you that day. You saved yourself." He clears his throat and picks the bowl and towels up, taking care of them quickly before coming back to slip a loose satin nightgown over my head.
He helps me get into the bed, before he changes and climbs in with me. He lays on his side, holding my hand up to his lips, kissing my knuckles.
"Do you forgive me, Lirael?" Lance asks in a low whisper.
I turn my head towards him, my eyes narrowing in confusion, "Forgive you for what?"
"For not being here and not being able to protect you. I promised I would help keep you safe, but when you needed me, I wasn't there." He scoots closer to me, settling his arm across my waist.
"There's nothing to forgive, Lance. You showed up to protect me, and even if I hadn't gotten away from him, you would have shown up to protect me. That's good enough for me." I lay my hand on his on my stomach. We lay in silence a little while longer until Lance sighs.
"Lirael... did he, he didn't ..." He pauses and asks on a shaky breath, "he didn't touch you right?"
My eyes blur as I shake my head, "No. He didn't. He was going to though." Tears fall silently down my face, "He... He was getting off on beating me, and ...." I choke on the sob that escapes.
Lance scoots closer, enveloping me in his arms, the best he could. "Shhh... Lirael, it's okay. Even if he had, I wouldn't think any different of you. I just wanted to know." He tries to soothe me.
I curl up on my side, facing him. "Why though?" I try to calm my frantic heart and sobs.
Lance kisses my forehead, tenderly, "So I could erase every memory of his touch, and replace it with my own. Even right now, Lirael, I want to kiss and make love to every inch of your body. Just to try and erase his memory from you of him. I need you so badly, but I don't want to hurt you."
"Then do it." I say firmly, swallowing my erratic emotions. Feeling Mistress come out of my personality to take control of my emotions. "I need you, just as much as you need me, Lance."
He caresses my stomach, contemplating it.
"That wasn't a request." I state, reaching for his face.
"I don't want to hurt you..." He starts again.
"Then don't hurt me." I bring his face down to mine, kissing him feverishly, a need growing in my heart and my core to be reassured, that Lance does still love and need me, that we belong to each other.
He inches the satin material up my legs, reclaiming the depths of my mouth, only pausing to let me catch my breath as he sits up and takes my underwear down my legs. His lips trail down after the material slides from my legs, spending extra time on the inside of my right knee.
Spreading my legs for him, I open them as far as I can without it pulling on my lower back. When I feel his tongue run up my thigh, a shiver runs down my spine. I'm already panting as he kisses and sucks on the sensitive skin on the inner most flesh of my thigh, crying out when he takes a nip at it.
"Ah! Lance, yes..." I lift my head up to look at him better, but that pulls on one of my deeper wounds, so I drop it back to the pillow.
He spreads my lips with his fingers, licking up my slit to my clit, sucking gently on my nub, flickering it with his tongue. I suck in a deep breath when he slides a finger inside me, curling it up behind my pubic bone, making my legs tremble around it.
"Lance..." I gasp, his finger wiggling inside me as he suckles harder on my clit, making my vision go in and out of focus.
He flicks my clit with his tongue, before he sits up on his knees, pulling his finger from my slit, smacking my pussy sharply.
"Oh fuck!" I cry out in surprise with a smile.
He smirks as he removes his shorts, stroking his hard cock a few times.
"Oh.. let me see you touch yourself." I croon, my eyes widening as he takes his shaft back in his hand.
He pumps it, hard and firm strokes, and I hum my approval.
"Fuck, that's hot." I groan, watching his hand punish his cock that eagerly twitches towards me, like a hound dog that's caught my scent.
He comes closer to me, wedging himself in between my thighs, still stroking his cock for me. He watches as he lines up with my center and begins to slide into me.
"Fuck, did you get bigger?" I gasp, feeling him stretch my walls, feeling like he gained some girth and length, as he tries to work himself all the way in.
He grunts, "You're so damn tight..." then he slips all the way in to the hilt, making us both cry out.
"Are you alright?" Lance freezes where he is, seated inside of me, touching my depths with his cock.
"No, I'm not." I start, "Keep going and I will be." I add, flexing my Kegel muscles on him.
"Dear, oh... god." Lance shudders as I work my Kegel muscles, making them pulse on him. "Lirael..." He gasps, thrusting his cock up into me, pressing his body against mine.
"Oh!" I whimper, sliding my hands around to grip his ass, pulling him back into me when he tries to pull away.
"Fuck... I'm going to hurt your back in this position." Lance grits out, seeing me wince when he thrusts again.
He goes to pull out of me, but I cling to him, "No, I don't want to stop."
Lance leans down, kissing me softly. "We won't. Do you think you can get on top of me? It will take the weight off your back, and I can still show you how much I need you."
I nod wrapping my arms around his neck, helping me sit up on the bed. Climbing on top of him, I slide him back in me and settle my body on top of Lance.
I kiss him, as he moans in to my mouth, slowly moving his hips into me. His hands stay on my hips, gripping them to make sure he doesn't touch my back.
He feels amazing, filling me up, stroking my walls, causing my heart to beat faster and my body grow tense.
"I love you, Lance." I whisper, breathless as he starts working his cock faster.
"I love you too, Lirael. So damn much." One hand moves to my neck, gently tugging me down to meet his lips in a sweet, lazy kiss, just as he begins to drive harder into me.
"OH!" I cry out in shock, but quickly moan as it feels so damn good.
"Oh god, Lirael!" Lance starts to go faster, and it's my undoing.
"OH..." I can't breathe in enough air as I orgasm. For a few seconds I'm caught in a silent scream, before taking in a gasping breath and breaking out in the giggles from my climax.
"Oh, yeah. That was a good one." Lance chuckles, slowing his pace down, letting me enjoy the aftershocks.
"Yeah, it was." I chuckle, bending forward to place a kiss on his lips.
"Lirael?" Lance pulls his lips from mine, a question in his tone.
"Yes, my love?" I bask in the warm, fuzzy tingles of my orgasm as he still moves slower inside of me.
His hand slides under his pillow, coming back out with a small box.
He flexes up into me, bringing a sigh out of me, as he scoots up the bed, to have me straddling his lap while he sits up.
"I wanted to ask you now, so you know I'm serious." He pushes my hair away from my puzzled face.
Serious about what?