His Little Bird

Betrayal

Birdie's POV:

I stare down at myself, registering the soreness as I get out of bed.

"...I don't think you're going to be walking much today, Little Bird." Ethan scoops me into his arms, setting me on his hip.

"I don't remember being this sore even after my first time," I admit with a blush.

Gentle kisses are peppered all over my face and I relax into him.

"I know. Did you end up liking it though? Do you feel okay today? Rough play can be a little hard to cope with since your body reacts differently than your mind sometimes, Little Bird."

"It was... odd. You haven't ever been so rough with me before, holding me down and such during sex. I felt... mad during it, but it was exciting too and arousing. Is that normal?"

"It's not abnormal. People respond differently to all different types of play. Your body's response to pain and roughness is anger which is normal even if your enjoy it and get aroused."

It's complicated and confusing, but I trust that he know what he's talking about because it's true. I don't know why I felt that way because everything was consensual and it was so arousing and hard not to climax, but I did feel upset and angry, not necessarily even at him though.

"I love you..."

"Aw, Little Bird. I love you too. You'll let me know if you want some space today, right? I know you might not want me to coddle you and might desire a little space since your emotions might be a little scattered."

"I just need to hear the words, 'I love you.'"

"Aw, Sweetness. I love you. I love you so much. We play rough sometimes, but that never means I don't love you or respect you.

"So many kisses and cuddles for my, Sweetness, so much love. I'll get you fed and hydrated and then you can hold my coffee cup for me at breakfast."

I nuzzle into him, nodding along. Holding his cup is an easy way to serve him and make him comfortable.

The words 'I love you' and his body heat comforts me beyond anything else he could provide me.

He lays me down on the bed, crossing my arms to my chest before he tugs it around me like a burrito, immobilizing me completely.

"There we go, Little Bird," he picks me up, letting me test his swaddling before making me lay on his shoulder.

"You... you swaddled me."

"I did. Just practicing. Doesn't it feel safe and warm?"

Yes... but I don't want to tell him that. Turning my face into his neck without answering just makes him chuckle though.

"Good morning," Master greets, setting me down at the table, keeping me swaddled up in the blanket still.

"Morning," Marisa blushes, quickly turning back to the stove. She is usually more talkative, but she just keeps to herself this morning.

That's okay though because I'm tired emotionally and mentally.

I just want to focus on Master and serving his needs, get myself back into a subservient mindset.

Squirming in my seat, I try to break out of his swaddling to get him his coffee.

"Stay. Don't make me re-swaddle you, Little Bird," he threatens sternly, narrowing his eyes at me with a touch of warmth as he makes his own coffee.

I huff as he sets his coffee down on the top of the table in front of me, tugging the corners of the blanket around me tighter, immobilizing me for the moment.