Akira
I wake up feeling his hair brushing my shoulder and warm lips on my neck. I am in bed. He has spooned me from behind. I try to roll around, his grip on waist tightens before allowing me turn and face him.
I don't remember much of the fact how I got here. Though I recall him untying me and wrapping my body with a gym towel before carrying me to his bathroom. I also remember the bit of him bathing and washing me tenderly. I recall the sting of cream on my bruised wrists and the pained expression of his face as he rained kisses all over my face and wrist.
He had murmured he was sorry when he applied the bandage over them. I was too exhausted to tell him I'm not sorry, that I loved every minute, including pleasure and pain. I just dozed off loving the sensation of being pampered by t
