Hard Time's

Kiss With A Fist

When the baroness comes home you are waiting for her in bed reading a book, she ignores you as she goes behind the screen to change. 'Are we going to talk about what happened today?' you speak since she doesn't. 'No.' the reply comes from behind the screen. When she comes back out she goes to her vanity and applies her moisturisers and removes her jewellery. 'Are you going to keep giving me the cold shoulder?' No reply. You purse your lips. 'Are you going to keep acting like a stuck-up cow?' At this, she quirks an eyebrow and then replies. 'It looks that way.' she saunters over to the bed and gets in beside you and turns out the lights. 'I'm done reading then?' you say in the darkness.

The Baroness is beautiful, her makeup is perfect, and her hair is piled high. She is in a ballroom surrounded by the upper class. She sips her martini and her bracelets jangle. Only it isn't a bracelet handcuffs hang from her wrist and she frowns. Looking around everyone is staring at her and whispering. 'What are you all looking at?' They started to laugh she looks down seeing she is in the horrible prison scrubs her hair is loose and the dye is gone so there is a lot of greys. 'W-what's going on?' she looks around the room. She turns face to face with the Baron dressed in a smart suit he takes her in his arms making her dance with him.

'They are all laughing at you? Why wouldn't they, Victoria behind my money and my title, behind the bravado, makeup, and hair dye, you are just a sad lonely old slag.' He waltzed her over to the window and cuffed her hands above her head he rips the scrubs off leaving her exposed to the laughter of the crowd. He shows her the anal plug and smears her lipstick over her face. 'Please, don't.' her voice is small. 'You look like a true whore now.' 'Victoria, Victoria.' He isn't the Baron now that's a woman's voice she hears it's you. The Baroness screams. 'Victoria?' you gently shake her shoulder she's been tossing and turning frantically in her sleep worse than ever.

"A kick to the teeth is good for some

A kiss with a fist is better than none
Oh, a kiss with a fist is better than none"

'Vic-OW!!!' she sits up quickly head butting your nose which you hold in pain and blood starts to trickle. The Baroness is panting and drenched in a cold sweat as she puts the light on. 'What-what is it?' she's groggy from sleep but quickly widens her eyes when she sees you. 'What happened?' You have tears of pain in your eyes and blood is going everywhere. 'I think you've broke my nose.' you groan. 'What-oh heaven's sake not on the bed that's Egyptian cotton.' she quickly gets you up out of bed. 'Yeah sorry if my blood ruins your bedsheets.' you say sarcastically.

'Come on.' she wraps an arm around you and takes your wrist gently leading you to the ensuite. The Baroness sits you on the side of the bath. 'Let me see.' you're reluctant to remove your hands from your face but you do. 'Give me a moment, tilt your head back.' you do as she says. The Baroness returns with her horn-rimmed glasses quickly putting them on. 'Keep your head back.' she gently touches your cheek and carefully examines you. 'It's not broken, just burst.' she announces. 'Perfect that makes it hurt less.' you reply sarcastically. The Baroness sets about getting some hot water, a sponge, and a face cloth, she cleans you up.

'What were you dreaming about?' you ask keeping your head back as she washes you. 'It doesn't matter.' You roll your eyes, she softens she's guilty she hurt you. 'I relived all the latest horrible events.' she speaks quietly. 'Try lowering your head I think the bleeding has stopped.' You do as she instructs and it has but you have two black eyes forming. 'I'm sorry.' you reach out taking her hand the corner of her mouth twitches. 'Let's get you back to bed.' she helps you up and keeps an arm around you as you both go back to bed.

The Baroness gets in beside you and reaches over to turn out the light. 'Leave it on, I'm going to try and help you relax.' you touch her shoulder and she freezes slowly as she looks at you. 'I told you, I can't.' You gently stroke her shoulder. 'If you want to stop, tell me.' you kiss her shoulder. She closes her eyes and shivers your touch is nothing like the others. You don't paw at her or try to hurt her.'Lie back.' you whisper. She thinks about it but agrees and you lean down kissing her chastely. Just once. The Baroness gives a nod, so you deepen the kiss she closes her eyes but you squeeze her hand and break the kiss. 'Focus on me.' you instruct.

The Baroness smiles sadly stroking your hair you go back to kissing her and for the longest time that's all you do. Then when she wants to feel your body you let her, you touch her too but you're wary of her flinching. This must be done delicately the make-out session is intense and lasts a while. 'Thats progress for one night, that was so bad was it?' you press another kiss. The Baroness has a faint glow about her. 'Thank you.' she plays with your hair. 'Gratitude is for losers remember?' you tease her. The Baroness smirks at you and you reach over turning the light out. When your arm accidentally grazes her breasts you feel her nipples are hard. She cuddles up beside you and falls asleep.