September 10, 2008

Promises, Promises, Promises.

Posted in stories tagged at 5:29 am by littlesubmissions

“How you feeling champ?”

“Ugh, sore…” His eyes stayed closed until her fingers wandered over his shoulder, found the bruised meat on his back, and clamped down hard.

She chuckled while his body rocked back and forth. “Do you remember what you promised me last night?”

His thoughts bounced around his brain, he remembered yelling, begging, pleading, and eventually bargaining and promising, but the specifics were washed away in a haze of ecstatic pain. “No, why… What did I promise?”

“I don’t remember either. That’s what I started the video camera for. Here.” She hopped out of bed, tossed him the notepad and pencil she kept on the nightstand to write dreams down on. “Get yourself hard and watch the tape. Make a list while I take a shower.”

He watched her walk out of the room, and then he put the tape in the player while the sound of her singing came from the shower. The sounds of his whimpers and screams came from the television while she repeated the chorus, and he laid back down on bed and started to make a list of his promises.

Copyright Jerry Jones. Unauthorized use is prohibited.

1 Comment »

  1. Verity said,

    When a story is this short and works. My, my………

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