ELLE
She caught her reflection in the mirror, and the girl that she saw there beckoned her further with soft whispers of malcontent and insecurities. She stared in rapt fascination as the girl on the other side spoke, though the words were more felt than heard, as if straddling the thin skeins of reality. Elle leaned in closer as she thought she could make out the words. She strained her hearing and tried to still the obnoxiously loud sound of her own beating heart.
She suddenly shook away what she thought was an illusion of the mind, and she saw a normal reflection before her eyes.
It was always in the dead of night when she remembered most clearly, still able to feel the heavy thickset body pressed firmly against her back as it pinned her to the stone floor, the hot stale breath on her skin as she lay helpless, breathless, blood from the fresh wound pouring from her ankle and pooling by her feet. No fight left in her as she had struggled against the hulking mass of flesh that was pressed tightly against her slender frame. Her skirt had been thrust up around her waist, panties ripped aggressively from her body, her hips involuntarily pulled sharply backwards with a violent force as she was roughly and forcefully taken.She snapped herself out of her thoughts, not wanting to ruin this night with her memories and insecurities. He had worked so hard to bring her back to the confident woman she had been before the attack. He had allowed her to release her fears as only someone who truly loved her would ever do. He often sternly reminded her that she was his responsibility, her body and her mind were under his protection for all of eternity and not a single living soul would ever come between him and his duty to her. She was his, he owned every part of her and she knew that he was fully aware of the awesome responsibility.
She shook the thoughts from her mind as she peeked into the mirror once again and stared at her naked body whilst waiting for the water to boil. She smoothed her hands over the fading welt marks left by his crop. Her mind started to wander back to its normal state of operation and she saw the marks on her tender flesh in the purity of their rightful significance - signs of his devotion. She barely resisted the temptation to dip her fingers between the shaved and soaking wet lips of her pussy.
He had kept her on the brink of ecstasy all night and that was his pleasure. She knew what would happen if he caught her touching what was his, without his permission. Denying him the gratification of hearing her orgasmic screams, removing that control from him was a sure fire way of begging for a harsh punishment of a magnitude that she had thankfully yet to experience.