Goddess, she had done this once before, the vision of that man on his knees cradling his bleeding hip so vivid.
The memory of her mother’s voice, teaching the craft, whispering about its healing and its life-giving, about never using it to harm, and then of her mother gasping in shock at seeing Rhiannon’s handiwork that day…
Guilt, she had been swimming in it then, nurtured it in her rib cage for decades, and was choking on it now.
No matter what she did, no matter how hard she tried to stop the craft, it always bested her.
A movement made her blink, and then Prudence leaned closer and dropped her head on Rhiannon’s shoulder but didn’t touch her anywhere else. Rhiannon trembled. She told herself it was anger on the heels of guilt. It was rage. Yes, definitely rage.It could be nothing else, even as Pru’s lips kissed the skin closest to her mouth.
“I can’t stand seeing her hands on you.”
Rhiannon couldn’t recognize her own voice. The low, shivery quality it took. And the tense of the verb surely was wrong. It should be couldn’t stand because it was over. The hands were no longer there and yet… It felt very much still in the present.
“She’s gone.” Pru placed another kiss, a longer one. Rhiannon felt the edge of teeth, sharp, teasing.
“I can’t stand anyone’s hands on you.”
Her answer was a long lick, from the shoulder all the way to her ear and then down the side of the neck where the lips latched, and as suddenly as they did, the teeth bit. Roughly, hungrily.
“Nobody puts hands on me, Rhiannon. Unless it’s you. Are you going to put your hands on me?”
Rhiannon felt herself go limp, Prudence holding her in place, her bite leaving a mark. The pain of it, the tiny little punishment, made Rhiannon’s head spin, made her close her thighs, desperate for friction.
Yes, do it, do it again…
Pru’s bite turned back to a kiss as her tongue soothed the bruised spot.
“Do you know that I think you’ve unlocked a new kink in me, Rhiannon?”
Rhiannon, too busy getting thoroughly debauched by the tongue doing wonderful things to her neck, barely heard her. Except the last words got her attention.
“Did I?”
Prudence ran her hand up and down her back, and then in one smooth move pushed her down till she was bent over the breakfast bar. Rhiannon almost choked on air at how turned on one move made her. She whimpered and got a small chucklefrom Prudence, who kept touching her shoulders, back, lower, stopping just shy of her ass.
A short falter, a silent question that warranted a nod from Rhiannon and the hands moved lower still. She felt her skirt getting pulled up, slowly, too slowly, agonizingly slow. Rhiannon trembled and sucked her lip, splitting it open again. The blood did nothing to soothe her this time. The fire in her veins would not be soothed anyway. She needed this. She wanted this. And she deserved this. This and more, for what she almost did, for what she had wanted to do, for what she still could do, if her control was to slip…
“You did unlock a new kink, Rhiannon.” Pru’s voice sounded right by her ear, the breath coming hot and tantalizing. So close. So close.
Rhiannon finally felt her skirt lifted all the way up, the cool air of the room making her feel exposed. She should be ashamed, bent over the counter as she was, skirt up, her thong wet.
Except she cared very little about shame at this very moment. She cared about very few things. One of them being Pru’s palm moving up her naked thigh and up her ass cheek, caressing, squeezing gently, then more firmly.
Rhiannon moaned, and in the silence of the room it felt indecent, it felt depraved. She was an abraded nerve, raw and alive. She needed… She wanted. Prudence squeezed again.
“Use your words, Rhiannon.”
Oh Goddess… Please… Please…
“Please, Prudence.”
The palm lifted and landed with a resounding slap. It didn’t hurt. The noise was louder than the sensation, but Rhiannon felt herself flood. She arched her back. She knew the gates of hell could open right now and she would regret nothing at all. Decadent, glorious. This wasn’t the punishment she deserved, itfelt too good, and she wasn’t worthy, and yet… It was everything she had ever wanted.
Prudence’s palm landed again, the smack a touch harder, making Rhiannon moan.
“Are you ok?—”
“Yes!” Rhiannon almost screamed. “Yes, yes, please!”
