hurry up now

Better. Quick to please him the moment she realised she was stepping into dangerous territory. She bowed to him, the movement stiff and awkward. Reminding him her shoulder was still out, dislocated for the second time that day. He would have to be careful with it, lest he give her a permanent limp. He bumped his paw gently against the bottom of her chin, brushing it up to her lips. What did he want? 


So many things, and only a few she could give him. For now, her grovelling was enough. He leaned into her, pulling her to him as he rested her shoulder on his, and shoved their bodies together suddenly, popping her shoulder back into place. For the moment, they were locked in a tight embrace. He could smell her blood, her tears. He could feel her body shivering subtly against him. Fatigue? Pain? He wasn't sure. His body responded to her, but he pushed back the desire. Plenty of time for that later. He released his grip on her slowly, pulling away to turn his attention to the odd smelling paste she had set aside. 


He dipped a paw in, and looked at her. “For the cuts?” He clarified, before he began to administer the paste to her. Brushing his paw and the paste over every bump and cut on her body… for which there were many. There was a sort of euphoria to tending to what he had broken. He smiled as he thought of every moment he had hurt her, marked her. Trained her. Until at last he was done, and the heat in his lower stomach had only grown. He brushed a paw across the paste again, and grinned at her, wagging it in the air. “How about your sweet spot down there? Does it hurt?”