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 Title: A Night of Sweet Pain
Author: Kael
Keywords: mf, cons, rough, sm

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   She raises a hand and knocks on the beige motel room door three times.
He opens it, arm above his head resting against the door frame.  "Hi," she
says, smiling.

   "Hey," he replies.  He steps back to let her in, and she takes a step
forward, pushing the door closed behind her.  She raises her arms and he
steps forward so she can wrap them around his neck.  She leans up and
kisses him.  When he kisses her back, wrapping one arm around her waist and
stroking her hair with the other one, she presses her body against him. 
His tongue slides into her mouth and she runs hers against it, feeling him
squeeze her tightly.  He turns his head and bites her neck hard and she
moans, sliding her fingers up through his hair and tightening her grip in
it.  He bites her again harder.  He tugs on her earlobe with his teeth, and
she feels the heat in her pussy as the sweet ache from his bites overtakes
her.  They break apart, and he walks over to the nightstand.  He comes back
and hands her the bottle of Olde English.  She unscrews it, and raises it
to her lips, her eyes on his.  She takes a long drink, lowers the bottle,
and then sips again.  She downs over half of the bottle, drinking until she
feels light, no longer under the control of gravity.  He watches her, his
dark eyes shining eagerly.  "There's a good girl," he says and hugs her,
squeezing her ass and letting her feel the bulge of his cock pressed
against her cunt through their clothes.

   She hands the bottle back to him, smiling, and he replaces it on the
nightstand.  He holds out a hand, and she lets him him pull her gently
towards the bed.  Once there, his hands move down to her hips.  He grabs
the hem of her t-shirt, drags it up her sides, his warm fingers brushing
against her smooth skin, raising goosebumps.  She lifts her arms and he
pulls the shirt off.  She reaches behind her, unclasps her bra and lets it
fall.  While she unbuttons her jeans, pushes them down her legs, and kicks
them off her ankles, he strips down to his boxer briefs.

   He runs a hand through her waist-length hair, wraps it around his fist
and tugs, pulling her head back.  He leans down, licks her skin, from the
base of her throat, up her exposed neck to her ear, and she shivers.  He
kisses her neck and sucks on it while he runs a hand up the side of her
body to her breasts and squeezes one, running a thumb over her pink nipple.
He steps back and frees her hair, and she shakes her head, letting her hair
fall down around her shoulders.  She climbs into the bed, and leans back on
the pillows against the headboard.  He sits down facing her, cross-legged.

   To her eyes the room is shimmering, the dim golden light from the two
lamps reflecting off the pale wallpaper, the furniture, and their two
bodies.  He reaches over to the nightstand, and when her eyes settle on his
hands, she sees he's holding a razorblade and a small box of salt.  She
bites her lips and smiles at him.  "That looks fun," she says.

   He nods and says, "Hold out your arm," and she obeys happily.  The blue
veins crisscrossing her delicate wrists stand out against her pale skin. 
He wraps his larger hand around her wrist and pulls it a little closer to
him.  He holds the blade against her skin and draws it across, making a
crimson line blossom just below the crease of her elbow.  She bites her lip
when she feels the sharp pain of the blade and feels another pulse of heat
from her pussy.  He moves down her arm, making a ladder of shallow cuts. 
He grabs her left wrist and does the same thing.  She loves the quick,
sharp pain of each cut, clearing her head, expanding until it's all she's
thinking about.  She watches him bent over her, his dark hair falling
across his focused face.  When her arms are done, she scoots down the bed
and he puts a hand on her shoulder, pushing her gently onto her back.  She
looks up at the ceiling, breathing lightly and then feels the bite of the
razor on her body, just under her breasts.  He cuts artistically, sometimes
in the center of her body, sometimes towards her left or right side, but
always moving down.  The cuts move across her ribcage, down her flat
stomach.  They cross her belly button and finally stop just above her
shaved pussy.

   He looks down at her and smiles.  She returns the smile, her blue eyes
sparkling.  He bends over her and kisses her softly, and she parts her lips
as she kisses him back.  When he sits back up, he takes in his work for a
minute, admiring the fine lines of red across her body and up and down the
insides of each of her pale arms.  From a few cuts, droplets of dark blood
are swelling.  She spreads her legs, one on each side of him, and he turns
to her left one first.  Starting at the top of her thigh, he moves down her
smooth inner thigh, making another series of thin red lines.  He does the
same to her right thigh, caressing the silky skin there before making his
cuts, each one sending a stab of pain through her trembling body.

   When he's finished, he picks up the box of salt, shakes some into his
hand, and puts the box on the bed next to him.  She holds out her right
arm, and watches him intently, her breathing shallow and quick as he rubs
the salt into her forearm.  She moans as she feels it burning through her,
and her eyes tear up at the pain.  He does the same with her left arm, and
then begins on her stomach.  He pinches each nipple before he starts.  She
feels the pinches through the hot stinging in her arms.  He sprinkles salt
across her torso, a little pinch in her belly button, and then begins
massaging it in.  He runs his hands up her sides, squeezing gently, then
across the middle of her belly, his thumbs meeting in her navel.

   She stretches, arches her back happily as the pain spreads through her
consciousness, consuming her thoughts, turning her body into a fiery spirit
of pain and desire.  He massages the salt into each of her thighs, and then
she curls them around his waist.  She's surrounded by the warm cocoon of
the stinging, throbbing heartbeat in her arms, legs, and stomach.  The pain
is so intense, so overpowering.  Her pussy is soaked.  Her body is aroused
from the pain she craves, and she moans when he leans down and licks her
torso, from her pussy all the way up to her small, well-shaped breasts.  He
sucks on her nipples one at a time, nibbling each of them until they're
hard in his mouth, then he kisses her.  She kisses him back, putting her
arms around his neck, leaving small smears of blood on it and in his hair
and pressing her stinging body up against him, squeezing her legs tighter
around his waist when she feels the bulge of his cock pressing against her
pussy.

   He kisses her harder, and her body responds, trying to push against him
even more.  She bites his neck, tugs on his earlobe, and he moans in
pleasure.  She bites again, lower down on his neck and harder, and his hand
tightens in her hair, pulling at it painfully.  She bites his shoulder and
he moans again.  He growls and turns his head to bite her neck until she
cries out in pain, so delirious she wants to laugh.  He bites again and
presses his weight against her.  She kisses him and licks the bite marks on
his neck, and he presses his cock against her pussy.  He scoots down her
body and pulls off her panties before taking off his.

   He lowers his head between her legs and locks eyes with her before
turning his head and biting the inside of her right thigh.  She moans and
her leg instinctively tries to twitch away, but he has an arm locked around
it, holding it still.  She whimpers when he bites it again, and then he's
back on top of her.  He has blood on his neck and in his hair, from where
her arms were a minute ago, and she smears it when she wraps her arms
around him again.  She strokes his hair and spreads her legs farther,
taking a quick breath when she feels the head of his cock brush against her
slit.  "Bite me," she whispers and he does, biting the side of her neck
hard before he pushes his 7" cock inside her and begins thrusting slowly
and deeply, filling her insides.  He's panting at the feeling of her warm,
tight pussy squeezing his cock.  He begins to thrust faster and she moans
and presses her face against his neck.  He fucks her faster and faster,
filling her slim, small body with his hard cock over and over again.  She
cries out each time he slams into her, and she bites his shoulder.  He
grunts and bites hers.  Her fingers have slid up through his hair, tangled
themselves in it.  She hangs on desperately, moaning and panting as he
fucks her.  Her stinging, red-striped stomach is pressed up as hard as it
can be against his smooth, hard body.  She arches her back and moans again,
and he cums inside her at the same time.  He lays on top of her, and she
strokes his shoulder-length hair as their breathing returns to normal.  He
kisses her softly and then pulls back.  She moans in protest and leans up
to keep kissing him.  He grins and obliges.  Finally, he sits up, and his
cock slips out of her soaked pussy.  She arches her back and stretches, her
arms above her head before she sits up.  Her blood is smeared across both
of their stomachs, and her body is still sweetly aching and stinging.

   They kiss again, warm lips pressed together until she parts hers,
letting his tongue into her mouth.  Her fingers trace lightly up and down
his sides as they kiss.  Eventually, they pull apart.  Each is glowing,
covered by a sheen of sweat from their exertions.  He taps the tip of her
nose, and she giggles, biting her bottom lip and blushing.  "Shower time,"
he says and she nods In agreement.

   They untangle themselves and head to the shower.  Under the warm rain of
the showerhead, they soap each other down and rinse off.  He's careful with
her, not rubbing the cuts on her arms, belly, and thighs too roughly.  When
they're clean, she goes down on her knees and licks his cock, from his
balls to his head.  She swirls her tongue around his head and sucks on it
eagerly before taking his cock in her mouth.  It's hard now, and with his
hands on her head guiding her, she moves back and forth, sucking him
hungrily, twirling her tongue messily up and down his shaft.  He shudders,
moans and cums in her mouth and across her face.  She grins up at him and
then stands up, and they both rinse off again.  She enjoys his warm, rough
hands running up and down her smooth, slippery body.  He pulls her into a
hug, squeezing her ass, and she runs her nails down his back and kisses his
chest.  Before stepping out of the shower, she wrings the extra water out
of her long hair, and then they go back into the bedroom.  He has his
underwear back on, and she slips on one of his t-shirts.  It easily falls
to her knees.  He laughs at the sight of her and climbs into the bed.  "You
look like a kid."

   She wrinkles her nose and sticks her tongue out at him.  "Do not," she
responds.

   "It's ok," he says.  "It's cute." She shakes her head, and climbs into
bed next to him, cuddling up against him.  She holds her arms out in front
of her, studying the thin lines on her forearms in the yellow light of
their room.  He reaches over and runs a finger down the arm closest him,
from her wrist to her elbow.

   "They look good," he says, "and they'll heal quickly."

   "I don't care how they look; I just enjoy getting them," she says and
turns her head to look at him.  He ruffles her hair and kisses her, sliding
a hand between her legs.  She moans and parts her legs, and he squeezes her
pussy.  He pinches her thigh before he draws his hand out, eliciting a
quick cry that she cuts off by biting her tongue.  "Hey!"

   "Couldn't help it," he says grinning.  She pinches his nipple and
nuzzles her face against his neck.

   "Bite me," she whimpers and he does.  She hugs him tightly, letting the
pain fill her.  He pulls back and, "Again," she says.  He rolls his eyes
and leans down to bite her neck again, pinching a nipple at the same time.
She moans, and when he sits back up she says, "Bite me again," grinning. 
He growls and bites her ear and then her neck as hard as she can, she moans
again and clenches her pussy as it pulses in pleasure.  She licks his
nipple and bites it gently and he bites the back of her neck.  They both
pull apart laughing.  "It hurts so good," she sighs, almost purring.  He
grins, and pulls her on top of him.  He runs his hands up and down her
stomach under the shirt she's wearing, making the cuts there hurt all over
again.  She bends down and kisses him and he kisses her back, still
squeezing and rubbing her belly covered in the stinging tracery of thin
cuts.  She presses back against his cock and he groans and squeezes her
thighs.

   "You're teasing," he moans.  She laughs and does it again, and he
thrusts up against her.  She rolls off of him and they face each other,
both of them grinning.  She kisses his nose, her soft lips tickling him,
and he ruffles her hair again, tugging at the end of the long blond braid
that hangs over her shoulder.  He drapes an arm over her body, rubbing her
back and pulling her closer against him, until her breasts are pressed
against his chest.  She nestles her head against his shoulder and sighs
happily, and they both close their eyes to sleep.

   "Remember, no falling in love," she whispers, her eyes still closed. 
She feels him sigh and hug her tighter.

   "That is the deal," he says.  She opens her eyes and peeks up at his
face, but his eyes are closed.

   In the morning, they fuck again, her riding his cock.  Then they shower
and get dressed.  Before she walks out the door, she turns to face him.  He
smiles at her then looks down at her wrist and pinches it playfully. 
"Already healing," he says.

   Her eyes follow his gaze and she nods.  "Yep, the salt helps." She grins
up at him and they kiss one more time.  Then she tugs on his earlobe and
walks out.

   "I'll see you soon," he calls out, and she nods while she's walking
away, going down the stairs and heading towards the bus stop on the corner.



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