March Contest – Image 16
“Camera’s off.”
I lock the phone attached to the stand and shut off the light next to me. The room suddenly feels peaceful, the only sound is a soft panting rising from the bed in front of me, where she is still tied up to each post.
Laid out in front of me is the aftermath of our latest session. Her chest heaves up and down among the scattered toys and restraints still on the bed. Various shades of red tattoo her skin, from either impact or the intense releases. Beads of sweat slowly glide down her sides, along with the string of my cum cutting across her like a sash. Between her legs, the normally light colored sheets have grown dark. Across the floor, piled remnants of her lingerie and my clothes stick out like islands on the rug. It’s a scene of pure deviance, and we wouldn’t have it any other way.
I move to the bed and begin with the legs, removing each of the cuffs on her ankles. As each leg comes free, her body slouches back a little more, a respite from their taut state. I then repeat the process with her arms.
“How are you doing?” I ask softly as I sit next to her, removing the mask covering her eyes and lightly caressing her face.
It’s obvious she is still recovering from the last orgasm, but she manages a meek nod up and the slightest of smiles. I reach down and kiss her forehead.
“You did great. I think that one’s going to be very popular.”
“I certainly enjoyed it.” Her voice is raspy and coarse, an expected result of the screaming. With shaky arms she props herself up and rests against the head board. I lean across and unclip her sweat coated collar, the last remaining item.
“I’m going to get the bath ready. Take as much time as you need.”
She smiles up and then turns her attention to the much needed water on the nightstand. I walk to the bathroom down the hallway, still naked, and begin our aftercare routine.
The water thunders down into the empty tub as I begin to draw the bath. With a little tinkering, the temperature settles exactly how she likes it. I then drift off into thought as I prep the rest of the room. I like this private moment of relaxing after a scene, my own moment of reflection and coming back down to reality.
It’s been a few years since we started making adult content. While it certainly draws the ire of most people who meet us, there have been no regrets overall. When this all started we were in a low place. The threat of eviction from an already slum-like apartment hung over us and our scrappy lifestyle. Neither of us had family or well off friends to lean on either. Some nights it felt like the world was going to crash down at any second.
But we had our love, and that was all we needed. We spent those days exploring each other’s bodies and diving deeper into a world of kink and fetish that became our saving grace. By the time she first proposed the idea of filming, it almost seemed more tame than other aspects of our sex life.
“Whatcha thinking about?”
I turn to see her standing in the doorway, still sweaty and slightly trembling, but much more composed than minutes ago. A small, half smirk appears as she brushes the tangled mess of hair out from her face.
A goofy grin spreads across my face. All these years later and there is still no more beautiful sight in the world than the disheveled, ravaged look of the woman I love.
“Us. You. The usual.”
I move over to her and kiss her forehead again before pulling in for a hug. She pulls in tight and rests her head on my bare chest. We remain intertwined, until the sound of water hitting the floor pierces the quiet.
“Shit.” I run over and crouch down to stop the water as more cascades over the sides. I hear her giggle from above me as I plunge my arm in and drain the water back down a bit.
With the water back to a reasonable level, I reach out to grab a towel, but she stops me.
“Worry about that later. The whole room is tiled.” She brushes my similarly wild hair away. “I just want to be with you.”
Her hazel eyes meet mine and suddenly find myself agreeing with her. I stand and help her into the bath, following in right after. As I squat down, more water bails over the side, but this time we merely laugh. The warm water engulfs us as we gaze into each other, awkwardly scrunched in with both our knees up to our chests in the undersized tub.
As she begins to lean forward, I reach out, and lightly bop her on the nose. She giggles back at me and stops.
“What’s that for?”
“Just wanted to hear that giggle.”
She rolls her eyes and continues to move closer. Under the surface I feel her hand move along my leg, working its way up. Between her touch and the events before, just that little bit is enough to get me going. Her fingers wrap around me and begin to stroke lightly as I feel myself getting bigger in her hands.
“You bounced back quick,” she teases as her hand picks up speed.
“Can you blame me? This is all you’re doing.”
I grunt slightly as I lose myself in the feeling of her touch. I know she will stop soon, but part of me wants to beg her to continue. I want to chase this feeling. The only reason I don’t is because I know she would oblige, and this moment isn’t meant to be mine, it’s hers.
As expected, she releases me and begins the process of moving over to my side, more water coming out with every movement. I watch intently as she spins around, lifts herself up, and guides herself down onto me.
“Ohhhhh,” she softly moans as I fill her. Once down, I wrap my arms around her and pull her body against mine. As we lean back, her head rests on my shoulder, while my head rests on hers.
As the last of the water settles, a tranquil calm falls over the room. Time presses on in the world around us as we hold our embrace, the same aftercare routine that has followed just about every video we’ve ever made. In all our years together, we’ve never felt closer than these moments in the tub, me inside of her, as close together as humanly possible. If not for the rest of life’s responsibilities, I don’t think we would ever leave.
I’m not sure how much time passes before she makes her move, but it doesn’t feel like very long. It typically varies by how much recovery she needs, but as she grabs my hand and guides me between her legs, the message is clear.
She is ready.
I continue on as she releases me, lightly brushing along her still recovering clit, careful not to agitate her sensitive state. In front of me I can feel her breath grow deeper as my fingers grow bolder.
As my fingers continue to work under the surface, I break the silence and ask the first of the usual three questions that follow our sessions.
“What was your favorite part?”
“The edging…you’re getting better…bringing me closer…holding longer…it’s torture…”
She manages to respond in between the soft moans now escaping her, but it’s clear she is still riled up from earlier.
“What…uhh..was yours?”
“Tying you back up after cumming on you. That wasn’t the plan, I just couldn’t resist.”
She chuckles.
“Yeah…that was cruel…”
Her hand clenches down on my thigh. I shift my hips back and forth slightly, sending shivers through her. At this point, even the slightest movement has a big impact.
“Is there anything you didn’t like, or that I can do better?”
“You still…hold back…oh fuck…with dirty talk…you can be harsher…mmmm…you?
She’s struggling more, barely able to get the words out.
“No, you did great. No notes.”
I press a little harder and begin her favorite pattern. From below I shift my hips up as much as possible. She gasps and clenches the tub with her other hand, not holding back her moaning anymore. Time for the last question.
“Is there anything new you thought of during? Something you want to try?”
“Pet play…or something like that…when you had me on all fours…crawling around…I want more of that….ahh!”
Her body tenses as it hits. Compared to the screaming finishes on camera earlier, this one seems tame and lacking, but I know how much it means to her. Earlier was another side of ourselves, the alter egos we developed over the years to fit a dynamic that has defined that part of our life.
This one is just us. Just the two scrappy lovers we are on the inside, reconnecting once again.
I feel her body relax once again as her hand releases my leg. As I look down, she tilts her head up and gives a quick peck on my cheek. No words need to be said, instead she snuggles back into me as I wrap my arms around her once again.
In a day or two, that video will be published for all the world to see. They’ll see her being edged to the point of almost crying. They’ll see me spank her with that crop. They’ll see her crawl on all fours and beg to be fucked. They’ll see her sloppy blowjob and then me cum all over her.
But they won’t see this, what happens after the camera cuts. They won’t see the delicate recovery. They won’t see intimacy we hold dear.
They won’t see the love.
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