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et that thing
out of my mouth.
Anything.
"I'm going to take it out now. Don't say anything for the rest of
the night."
Gently, he took it out and let my mouth close. It hurt to close
it after having it held open so far for so long. I had probably had
that thing in my mouth for only ten or fifteen minutes, as I think
back on it now, but it had seemed an eternity. The ache starts in your
jaw and spreads to pain in your ears and throat. It hurts to swallow,
like I were spraining something. My ears were ringing when he finally
took it out.
I heard water running in the bathroom, then felt him wipe my nose
and face with a warm, damp washcloth; he spread the comforter over me,
and pulled it up to just below my breasts. Then he kissed me gently,
taking care with my mouth, which despite the extremity of earlier
pain, had almost stopped hurting. Certainly kissing didn't hurt. He
kissed me again, through the blindfold, near the corners of my eyes.
He can be so tender. When he wants to be.
I felt him sit on the bed beside me. He stroked my face gently
with the backs of his knuckles. Chained the way I was, I should have
felt exposed, helpless, and naked, especially with the blindfold and
not bein
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