The Long Wait, Part One

"Why does it hurt so much when I see someone else hurt you?" Faye wrapped her arms around the other girl, resting her head on her shoulder as she'd done a thousand times before.

"It hurts because it matters." Cyn sniffled and wiped at her tear-stained face, taking care to avoid smearing her mascara and giving herself even more of a raccoon-look than she'd already taken the time to apply that morning.

Faye leaned in and pressed her hand under Cyn's chin, looking her dead in the eyes. "I only want the best for you." Cyn reached up and grabbed Faye's hand, twisting it back on itself. Faye gasped at the suddenness of the movement.

"You are such a sweet, sweet girl," Cyn whispered, nipping at Faye's earlobe. Faye shuddered and closed her eyes, but a gentle, loving tap across the cheek brought her eyes back to meet the gaze of the one she called Mistress.

"I try." Faye's voice stuck in her throat. She blinked rapidly, fighting the urge to close her eyes and savor the sensation, the sweet, burning pain in her wrist. Cyn let go, and pushed Faye backwards, causing her to stumble and press against the wall for balance.

"You succeed. Very much so, my sweet girl." Cyn walked over to her, pressing one arm to either side of her, trapping her in place. Faye withered on the spot, sliding down the wall to her knees before her Love.

"I only want to please you." Faye smiled up at her, a mischievious grin on her face as she probed at the hem of Cyn's skirt. A sharp SMACK across the back of the hand thwarted her efforts.

"Not yet, my sweet girl. I've got a mind to do some things first. Some long, long awaited things." Cyn reached down and grasped Faye by the hair, dragging her across the room to the bed, causing Faye to crawl and scurry to keep up.

Looking up at her Mistress, Faye could only infer the next command and scrambled onto the bed, trying to be of help. When Cyn smiled at her and twirled her finger around, Faye turned around and bent over, exposing absolutely everything to her. Faye's skirt was so short and there was nothing underneath.

"Mmmm." Cyn almost moaned, cupping an ass cheek and giving it a firm smack to test Faye's reaction. Faye jumped at the suddenness of it, but did not move except to sink further onto her hands and knees to present herself to her Mistress.

Selecting a lightweight lexan cane from the wall, Cyn swatted at the air. Faye flinched at the tell-tale noise that the cane made, the woosh as it cut through the air just as surely as it would welt her flesh in a moment's time.

"I want you to take a good beating. One stroke for each year I've had to wait for you. Start counting." Cyn pulled back and gave it all she was worth. Faye cried out in pain, tears welling in her eyes.

"One. Thank you, my Love." Faye breathed deeply, composing herself for the next strike. It came, gentler than the last.

"Two. Thank you, my Mistress." Cyn's hand rubbed the blossoming bruises on Faye's ass, giving her time to recover and a moment of serenity between the chaotic mindspace of the pain.  And just as suddenly as her hand was removed, Faye recieved another swat of the cane.

"Three. Thank you!" She practically yelped the words. Cyn smiled, knowing without even looking that her sweet girl was already wet enough to be dripping. Another three swats in rapid succession left Faye gasping for air.

"Four. Five. Siiiiiix." moaned Faye. Her ass was beet red, tiny welts forming where blood pooled at the surface. They would bruise nicely and leave Faye with a lasting reminder of just who owned her for days to come.

Three light taps, again in rapid succession. "Seven. Eight. Nine." Faye bit down on the pillow in front of her, tears rolling down her cheeks. She loved the pain, loved the tenderness between blows, but could not help her body's natural reaction to it.

"Ready, my sweet?" Cyn caressed Faye's cheek, wiping away an errant tear. Faye simply nodded, as a blow rained down on her ass just as hard as the first, sending Faye jumping across the bed, rubbing her ass.

"Ten." She choked out the number. Had it really been ten long years that they'd been dancing around one another, waiting for the right moment, the courage to speak up? It had. And now Faye had the marks to show for it.

Cyn tossed the cane to the side and climbed on the bed. Without hesitation, stuck three fingers inside of her pet. "This is mine. Do you understand?" Faye nodded.

"Yes," she was still gasping on the tears. "Yes. All yours!" She spread her legs awkwardly, trying to avoid aggrivating the welts on her tender ass.

"What do you want, my sweet girl?" Cyn pumped her fingers in and out, just enough to tease her. Faye's hips jumped at the movement, meeting the thrust with one of their own. Faye sat and wrapped her arms around Cyn, kissing her passionately.

Faye's tongue slipped past Cyn's lips. Their tongues danced together briefly, before Cyn pulled her fingers out of the girl, leaving her gasping and feeling wholly empty. "What do you want?" She repeated, sounding less patient this time.

"I want you. I want all of you." Faye gently pushed Cyn back and lifted her skirt. This time, Cyn gave no protest. Faye started at her knees and kissed her way up Cyn's thigh, nipping and biting. Cyn's fingers encircled a few errant locks of Faye's hair, tugging on them to remind her not to be too much of a brat.

When she reached Cyn's panties, Faye took them between her teeth and pulled them down, all the way, before kissing her way back up to the pinnacle of Cyn's desire. She looked up at Cyn for permission and was met with a loving look and a nod of approval.

Gently parting her Love's outer lips, Faye lapped at her Love's pussy like a cat laps a bowl of cream, and enjoyed it moreso. She savored the taste, letting out a low moan in the back of her throat to indicate her pleasure.

Cyn grasped the girl's head, holding it there. But there was no need. Nibbling at Cyn's clit, Faye's tongue paid the utmost attention to that spot, trying so hard to please her Mistress. Her fingers came up, probing and searching until she found that magical spot that made Cyn writhe and moan herself.

Faye's tongue flicked rapidly over Cyn's clit, her mouth worked overtime, nibbling and sucking gently at it, her tongue occasionally delving into the cleft below, taking her time and teasing. When Cyn's grip tightened on her hair, she knew she had found her rhythm and continued on until Cyn bucked wildly, pressing herself so close against Faye's face that she could not breathe.

When Cyn let go, Faye gasped for air, licking her lips and smiling up at her. "Is my Love pleased?"

"Very much so, my sweet girl." Cyn smiled and wiped a bit of fluid off of Faye's nose, feeding it to her on her fingers, which Faye gladly licked and sucked. "Now it's your turn."