The pain encroached further, merciless, barbed.
All she had the power to do was submit. Bear its thrusts and lunges into her most intimate soul. The pain he unleashed.
What could she say to him? He had furiously domineered the conversation hours before. She could do no more than submit then also, only turn to tears when he turned to threats.
'if you don't I'll try violence'
Threatened her with more pain
On her small, flimsy wooden table, Jane's palm scraped to a red fist
Her cat like walk slipped down the dark shaft of the corridor to his chamber door. She heard his frantic, confined pacing within, peppered with the occasional forlorn sigh. She pressed the handle down and entered smoothly.
Immediately he responded 'Jane…'. His voice was trembling and desperate, not angry as it was hours before. He gingerly took a step forward his footsteps heavy and dragging and his palms upturned to her
'Sit down' she commanded.
The outline of his was body scorched by white hot moonlight. He obeyed and dropped himself down onto the edge of his well ruffled bed.
'What have you been doing?' she asked
'thinking… Thinking of you' he replied, his hands softly pressing to the sheets. She strode to his trembling silhouette and loomed over him, brushing her fingers through his hair. He was warm. His mouth peeled open in a helpless sigh as he fell against her standing form.
Jane burrowed her hands deeper into his thick hair, before pulling his head back from her and tilting his face upwards.
'You said you'd consent to be at my mercy' she whispered. He liberated his bottom lip from a bite, leaving it healthily and temptingly flushed with red. 'I would' he promised. Jane slid her grasp from his hair to his shirt; curling the crumpled linen into possessive fistfuls.
'You will' she hissed, slamming him onto his back and pressing her knuckles painfully to his collarbone; she relished in his wince, 'poor thing' she growled, drawing closer to his face, which seemed to glimmer with fear in his state of physical helplessness 'did you exert yourself with your anger of those few hours past?'
His hot, rapid breath on her face contradicted his cowering form: he turned his visage from her. Jane chuckled darkly.
'You would rather not accede to me, then? You'd rather I release you?'
His eyes flickered furtively, and Jane spied a squirm of shame and pleasure in him. She licked her lips, maintaining her fixed, piercing stare into his eyes as she pulled his shirt open, sending the buttons spilling around him, chiming with the whimpers and groans began to trickle from his full, aroused, parted mouth. 'Jane' he breathed 'Jane…'
She drifted her hands to his chest, nipping his skin slightly with her nails. His head rolled back in pleasure, his hands crept up to tenderly grasp her waist.
Jane grabbed his wrists and drew them above his head, pinning them there. His head whipped toward her, attempting a kiss – but Jane was quick, with her one hand keeping his wrists pinned, she grasped his face, pushing him back to the mattress with such force that a cry of pain burned into the air.
At this she stalled. She had surfed the waves of her brutal instincts all this time, but now: could she have hurt him? Withdrawing her hold from his skin revealed scrawled trails of blood where her fingernails had seized him.
Her eyes rolled to meet his pleading gaze; delirious with anticipation and angst. Slowly, Jane smeared the warm juices she had drawn over his mouth, sealing a glimmering film over each one, dipping over his pronounced Cupid's bow and the generous bowl of his bottom lip.
With one last shining gaze, she swiftly twisted off of him, leaving him dazed, degraded and panting in the darkness.