I should probably put a warning on this beforehand. There is a bit of bondage and domination in this chapter, as in sex play. So there may be some triggering things in here that I should forewarn you about. It is BDSM, so approach with caution.

And, as always in this kind of sex play, keep if safe, sane, and consensual. And if you are domming your partner, make sure they are comfortable, and don't forget the aftercare!

"Okay, how does that feel?" Dick asked her. "Not too tight is it? Not in any pain?" He surveyed the knot he had made with the silk scarf that bound her hands, and slid a finger up with Raven's wrists to check if they were loose enough.

"Yeah, I feel fine, Dick," Raven whispered.

"You'll let me know when you need to stop, right?" he asked her, looking down into her indigo eyes, sparkling in the darkness that surrounded them, the irises caught by the faint light.

"Yes. Besides, I trust you."

The way she said that made his heart melt. His eyes softened as he looked down at his lover, completely tied up and at his mercy…well, sort of. The incredible amount of trust and confidence she put into him. Just those emotions alone made him feel something warm inside of him.

But that warmth was near the heart, not his cock.

Raven used her dark powers to pull the blindfold around her eyes, and tie it up just right behind her dark, purple hair that laid splayed around on the sheets. Looking closely, Dick could see that a thin sheen of sweat beading around her hairline.

"You nervous?" he asked her. "We haven't even started yet."

"I know," Raven said back.

Dick reached for the pile of silk satin once more, pulling out a handkerchief and wadding it up. "Open," he said to her, and Raven opened her mouth. Dick placed the wadded up silk into her mouth, and Raven bit down onto the fabric, her lips enveloping the darkness.

A riding crop rested on the bed…her bed, since they were in Ravens' room this time. It was not often that he came into Raven's room, so it was always special when he spent the night in here. He couldn't help but flash his eyes about, taking in the strange decor she had placed everywhere.

Dick didn't say a word.

He rested the tip of the crop softly against Raven's thigh, and started sliding it gently all around her body. He trailed it down to her knees and back up, ghosting it over her labia before starting with the other leg. She quivered, the soft feeling teasing her, making her want more.

Dick let the leather of the riding crop brush against her skin, make love to her before it would punish her.

Truth be told, he didn't really want to punish Raven. But she had asked for him to do this, if that would be okay with him, and she would really be grateful for the experience. So Dick consented and read up on safe play with bondage and pain, and here he was.

He gave a gentle flick of the leather up Raven's labia, focusing on her clit, which made her jump. She gasped despite the silk in her mouth. Dick kept flicking it over her, and it felt almost like a tongue.

Almost.

When Raven's back started to arch, he knew that it was time for him to begin with the harsher parts. She was wet, and the wetness was showing all around her body, on her clit and on the lips of her skin and on her inner thighs. She was ready. Ready for him to do what he wished to her.

Dick made sure not to abuse that power.

One mishap and all that trust could be destroyed.

"I'm gonna smack you now," Dick whispered, leaning forward and pressing his lips to her neck. Raven moaned as he kissed at her skin, nipping softly at the curve of her neck and licking at the barely-there wound.

His cock, starting to harden, was pushing up against her wetness, and he wanted nothing more than to slide into her and feel her pulse around him as her body shook underneath him, unable to control herself with her oncoming orgasm.

His body slid off of her, but before he leaned back up, he pressed his ear to her breast. Her heartbeat was elevated, adrenaline pounding all the way through her. He could tell by the rapid beating of her heart, the sweet scent of her skin, the dark powers that lingered around the room and pressed up against Dick's body.

"I must really have you going," he whispered. This time he wasn't completely sure she had heard him.

He brought the riding crop up, and brought it down on her inner thigh. It didn't hurt, for he didn't strike her all that hard. It like patting her with the leather. He gave gentle taps with the crop all around the area between her legs, from her thighs to her sex and even a few soft blows to her breasts.

Raven moaned, loving every second of it.

Dick smiled down on her, though he knew that Raven couldn't see it. He was happy to be making her so aroused, but it wouldn't last forever. Gradually, he increased the strength of the marks, bringing the crop down harder onto her body.

He kept the hard blows on her thighs, not wanting to strike her in such a sensitive area. He was wary about getting too close. Now, when he brought the riding crop down on her skin, it made a bright red mark that slowly faded back to a darkened gray, and Raven made little gasps of pain.

Every time Dick asked her if she wanted to stop, she shook her head. No.

Every time Dick asked her if she wanted to continue, she shook her head, Yes.

Yes, the voices surrounding them in the dark air seemed to scream. Please, give me more. I wish for more. You are perfect, I want more of you.

So Dick brought the crop down again, this time on her vulva. Her entire body jumped up at the contact, and when her muscles relaxed again she let out a moan that seemed to come from her very core.

Dick looked down between his legs to see himself starting to go soft. His hand shot down, and he rubbed himself fast, trying to build himself back up and not loose his arousal. He wanted to make love to her, after they finished with the crop and ties, and he couldn't do that if he was soft.

Closer to her labia, the riding crop came down.

Raven cried out again, in pain. But everything around them, all her body language, it all said, More.

Her dark soul was filling the room, edging up against his conscious and subconscious just the same. It was like a shadow kissed his lips, caressed his body. It was cold and dark and erotic, and so very Raven.

He brought the crop down on her clit this time, making her body jump once more.

Dick gradually increased the slaps of the riding crop, just as he had done on her thighs and vulva earlier, but this time taking longer, using a more gentle method. He slid the leather flap against her clit, flicking it like his tongue would have done; it was a warning, letting her know that he was about to strike her again.

Again and again, until her body was red and sore, and tears were streaking down her face. She didn't sob, but still the tears flowed freely as the pain increased.

But she never said stop, didn't want him to stop. Not yet.

Raven bit down harder on the silk fabric in her mouth as Dick smacked her clit again and again, making all the blood rush down there and surface to make her body bright red. Even in the dark, it looked the same color as a ripe apple.

Dick watched her with every jump she made, every sharp intake of breath, every tear that soaked the black blindfold and ran down her face.

Her clit was so sensitive.

Raven was about to come when she realized that she couldn't take anymore.

Spitting out the balled up black silk, she cried out, "Stop!"

Dick stilled, the riding crop that he had been meaning to bring down again pausing in the air. He was relieved, for he could feel Raven's pain, somewhat. A sigh of relief escaped him, one that he wasn't completely aware of, for such trivial things had a tendency to escape the mind.

He set the riding crop down on the soft bed, then looked up at Raven.

Her body had been through a lot. Dick was completely soft once more, his cock not even feeling needy for touch. Raven crying in pain wasn't the most arousing sight he could think of. His hand wrapped around his shaft, and he rubbed himself, trying to make himself hard once more.

Raven kept moaning, nearly whimpering, and Dick turned his attention back to her. The cloth they had used as a gag lay wet on her breasts, concealing one of them from his sight.

He slid it off of her, then kissed her nipple, sucking at her sweet skin.

While she did this, Dick got off the bed, making his way towards the lotions and healing balms that they had set out.

They had prepared for the moment when Raven was close to breaking, and now Dick new that it was time to pick up the pieces and put her back together. Soothe her burns and kiss her wounds and kiss her tears away.

Raven gasped when she felt cold lotion being poured on her burning skin, but then relaxed.

She felt Dick's hand upon her, spreading the soft, nourishment on her skin, and massaging it into her tender skin with loving hands. More lotion made contact with her skin, still feeling like ice to her, but the soothing properties were quickly going to work.

And then the special healing balms for her labia.

Dick took the balm upon his fingers, and spread it around her legs, swiping his fingers up and down her wetness, bright pink bled into bright red. Raven moaned, aroused at his touch. Dick's thumb kept sliding over her clit to get the most of the balm onto her, and she arched her back, feeling herself nearing climax once more.

"I didn't come," Raven told him plainly. "I need you to help me get there."

Dick paused for a moment, not knowing what to say or do, but then quickly found that the darkness had crept into his soul. He knew what to say and do now, and he was aroused once more. Blood rushed down to his cock, and it throbbed as he began to stiffen.

"Is that so?" he asked teasingly.

He slid a single finger inside of Raven. "You want me right here?" he asked, curling his finger. Raven's body clenched down onto him immediately, constricting around him, desperate to be filled.

"Yes," Raven breathed.

Dick added a second finger, his middle finger and the longest one on his hand, and began thrusting them in and out of her body. She was slick with her lubricant, and desperate to get off. Her walls squeezed around his fingers.

A small pinch made him jump, and he spun around. No one was there. But he could feel the sting of the pinch to his ass, and a small slap to it that made him start to question himself.

But it was only metaphysical force, a dark pressure from Raven's powers.

Dick knew this when he felt the shadows gaining, stroking his abs and tweaking his nipples, running their forms up and down his back, and stroking his cock. He wasn't scared of the shadows, or Raven's powers. He was too used to them.

What scared him was Raven's tears.

He ghosted his lips across her cheek, his warm breath touching up against her sensitive skin, and making her tear streaked face relax. Dick kissed her softly, repeatedly pressing his lips to her skin and making the flow of tears stop, but the wetness remained.

His thumb slid across her other cheek, and he felt another droplet fall down onto his skin. He gave her soothing words and butterfly kisses until her back was arching and her hips rising and falling.

It told him she was ready for more, now.

His lips slid from her face to her neck, where he nipped at the skin. He bit down on her neck, careful not to hurt her, and then darted his tongue out to like the marks. Kissing the marks, and then sucking until a bright circle appeared on her skin.

He licked more at her neck, nipping all the while.

Then his lips left her.

"Here," Dick said, picking up the riding crop again. "Open your mouth," he bid her, and Raven slacked her jaw and parted her lips. Dick put the elongated handle in her mouth, and she bit down on the flexible surface, holding the riding crop between her teeth.

With the crop in her mouth, Dick went back to feasting on her neck. His hand snaked around her neck, giving it a soft grip, his fingers pressed on the sides. Raven moaned, her hips grinding even more.

Dick tightened his hold, only slightly, and varied the pressure. Each time, he watched Raven's face for a reaction. He loved watching her expressions change as he gripped hard at her throat, and then change once more as he merely rest his hand upon it.

He felt the tip of his cock touch up against something warm, and he looked down to see himself fully erect. His erection was brushing up against Raven's moist thighs.

Dick smiled.

He worked his fingers back inside of her. He could smell the arousal on her skin, the aroma of a near orgasm and sexual release. Like musk, but more empathic.

"You want me here?" he asked again, and poked his cock up against her for emphasis.

Raven nodded, her hair tangling on the pillow. Dick kissed her neck again, sweetly, taking his time to taste all of her skin and truly drink in her taste.

He put his hand around her throat again, giving a slight squeeze, and whispered, "Do you want me to make love to you? Or to fuck you?"

Raven moaned, and maybe mumbled something, but she bit down on the riding crop, wanting to keep it in her mouth. Just like he had requested of her. He was still trying to get into the role, to get the part of a Dom right, and Raven was trying to get her desired role of submission right too.

Dick pulled the riding crop from her mouth, and Raven released it with a gasp.

He pressed a sudden kiss to her parted lips, and Raven returned his kiss eagerly, tasting his kisses with vigor, feasting on his love and lust and sex.

"Fuck me," she whispered, but Dick captured her mouth in a kiss, and her words were mumbled.

"Fuck me," she said again, louder this time.

Dick's hand tightened on her throat, and Raven felt blood rush down to her clit. His hand felt good there, and the thought of it…

Another moan.

"You want me to fuck you?" He asked the question almost innocently. Even from behind the blindfold, Raven could sense the sight, seeing his eyes gleaming with an innocence that was completely false.

"I don't know…" he said.

Raven was scared that he was serious. She was still close to coming, needing only a couple minutes to work herself back up to where she had been previously and then letting her body come hard on him, her body clutching on his, clenching around his cock as she came on him.

"Convince me," he said.

He wasn't really listening, for he was distracted by the rise and fall of her breasts as she took deep, gasping breaths. He loosened his grip a little on her neck.

"Please, Dick," she breathed. "I want you. I need you. Please."

His thumb reached out to touch her lips, and she kissed at them, sliding her tongue around the tips, letting the broken nails find some solace in her mouth.

"I will. Eventually."

Pause.

"How do you want it?"

"I want it now," she gasped out. Dick could see her clench between her legs, then release again. Her skin was still ablaze with blush, and his fear vanished. He wanted her just as badly as she wanted him, and he was soon about to relieve them both of that.

"Now?" he purred, kissing her along her neck, and gliding his soft, wet lips along her collarbones.

"Yes."

"I did not ask when. I asked how," he said to her, leaning back up. He looked down onto her blindfolded face once more, and something warm kindled inside of his chest. "I never thought you'd be one for grammar mistakes," he chuckled.

"I want it..." she paused as she thought. "I want it hard," she said at last, not able to come up with anything especially descriptive.

"Hard?" he asked her. His thumb slid over her clit.

"Stop teasing me," she told him, but Dick only chuckled again. Her tears had dried at least, and he was feeling in better spirits.

"Tell me how hard," he whispered, his voice low and soothing. Like he still purred.

"I want you to..."

There was a long pause as Raven's mind ran wild. She imagined all sorts of things he would do to her, and all the words came tumbling from her mouth, as if she were reading a book of poetry or epic tales, one of lust and beauty.

"I want you to fuck me like your cock was made of stone and I was unbreakable. I want you to penetrate me like a needle penetrates a vein. I want you to you to make me sore and desperate, and not stop until I'm raw from your body pounding into mine."

Dick was silent for a while.

Raven felt him remove his hand from between her legs, and felt him starting to position his cock to penetrate her. She let a moan slip from between her lips, waiting. She was beyond eager, and all her powers were whispering and moaning right along with her.

Fabricated hands still roamed his body, shadows still licked at his skin. He coudl still feel a slight pinch to his ass, and the warmth of a hand not there ghosting over his abs.

"I can do that," he told her. "Ready?"

"Yes!"

He buried himself inside of her with a single thrust, and Raven's back arched as he did so. He was deep, to the hilt of his cock, and poking at the back of her cervix. It felt good, to have the pressure inside of her, to have something to pulse down on. The sensitive little nerves around her entrance were nearly singing.

Dick went slow for only a minute or two, building them up to the penetration. But his pace was fast within a good amount of time, and he and Raven were moaning and sighing and gasping together.

Raven came quickly.

The stinging whips she had taken to her clit caused her to climax within a matter of seconds. Her moans stopped, her breath stilled as it caught in her throat. The familiar clench and release stopped, replaced only by a vice-like clench that gripped down onto him.

When the waves of orgasm subsided, her body went limp underneath him. A wide smile was spread across her face.

Dick continued to pound into her, not stopping until either he had climaxed or she yelled at him to stop. But Raven didn't want it to stop, not yet. Dick lowered himself down onto her, pressing his chest up against her breasts, and watching them swell as he pushed up against them.

Time rolled on, and Dick knew that he was having trouble getting to climax.

"Say my name," he told Raven, hoping that would be enough to drive him over the edge. When she did, he felt himself teetering closer to the edge, but it still wasn't enough. He buried his face in her neck.

He felt her tears sliding freely from her face once more, and that didn't really help much either.

"I'm gonna come," he said at last. True to his word, he climaxed hard, pounding deep inside of her until her legs jumped up into the air and she gasped loudly, and his entire body blanketed hers, holding onto her as if she were the only thing keeping him grounded in this reality.

When his own pleasure was released, he knew the next thing to do was to take care of Raven. He got her out of her bondage, quickly enough. Now freed, Raven threw her arms around him and started crying on his shoulder.

"Shh, shh," he said, trying to calm her down. He pet her hair, ran his hands up and down her back in a soothing motion.

Eventually, she did calm down, her sobs subsiding, and he leaned her back down onto her bed again. Her dark indigo fanned out on the pillow, and she pulled the soft blankets up around her, as if trying to protect herself.

Dick reached for the healing balms and lotions.

"I've got you," he said, spreading the cooling aloe vera lotion on her wrists and thighs and hips. "You feeling okay?"

Raven nodded.

"Can you talk?" he asked her. Raven shook her head, no.

Oh.

"But you're okay?" he asked her again. Raven nodded, yes.

She tilted her head back, exposing her throat to him once more. He could see the slight marks where his hand had been. Even with him being gentle, it had left a bright red stain across her neck. Dick let a few folds of the lotion land on her throat before he rubbed it into her skin, soothing the burn and ache. Raven still had more tears.

"Anything you need?" he asked her.

She shook her head, no.

When he was done with the lotion, he cuddled up next to her, pulling her close to him. She clung to his body desperately, holding onto him, snuggling into him. He rubbed his hands over her with a gossamer touch, and she was relaxing. Her tears drying again, her muscles relaxing, a serene look coming to her face.

"You wanted me to read you The Poems of Sappho when we were done, right?" Dick asked her. Already, he was reaching over to the book on the nightstand closeby.

Raven nodded, yes.

As Dick read, Raven started crying again. But only because she was contented, happy.