PAINFUL PLEASURE [COMPLETED]

11. After Care

AVNEET'S POV

The next day, I entered the playroom. Siddharth knelt on the ground with arms raised and chained. His body was sweaty and his lips were dry. He looked only half conscious. I undid his restraints, and he fell on the floor against my feet. I brought a water bottle and knelt beside him. Supporting his head with my palm, I told him to take a few sips. He drank the water like a man left thirsty for months like his life depended on it, and in more than one way, it did.

Siddharth sat up straight, the nipple clamps and ball weights still attached. I swiftly unlocked the clamps. Inhaling deeply, he rested his head against the wall. Then I untied the heavy load from his balls. His expression softened, indicating he was glad to get rid of it.

I took his hand in mine, motioning for him to get up. The worried features returned to his face as he got to his feet. He had nothing to worry about now though. Yesterday, I went a little overboard in the heat of the moment. He knew it, too. He could have easily overpowered me anytime when he was not restrained, yet he didn't. He endured everything. I know I said no aftercare, but right now, that seems the only correct thing to do.

"Mistress.." he started.

"Shh..." I placed a finger on his lips, silencing him.

SIDDHARTH' POV

My entire body hurts. My hands and knees are swollen. My balls and ass are blue. My nipples and cock are purple. Every single movement sends painful waves through my veins.

Saying Avneet was pissed off after the party would be an understatement. She was outraged and that was saying something because she is a level-headed woman. She did not reach the top by being short-tempered and difficult like normal women. No. But more than angry, she was disappointed and I was willing to take whatever punishment she had to offer to calm her down.

Avneet walked me through the living room to our main bedroom and into our bathroom. I was already naked from yesterday. She removed the long t-shirt that she was wearing. Usually, she wears my T-shirts at home because they smell like me. Her words, not mine. But yesterday she wore her own.

She turned on the tap to fill the bathtub and started brushing her teeth. I brushed my own. She hadn't spoken a word to me since morning and it was starting to worry me now.

"Mistress I'm sorry," I tried again.

She smiled.

No way!

She fucking smiled.

Not an evil smirk, an actual soft smile My heart skipped a beat as I captured the image to memory.

"Don't be," she replied. I have no idea what that meant and I'm too far gone to dwell on it. She dipped herself in the bathtub and glanced at me. It took me a minute to realise that she was waiting for me.

What was up with this silent treatment thing? It's not even a thing. It's bullshit put up by immature people and neither Avneet nor I are mature so we never gave each other silence. We exchanged words no matter how difficult or confusing a situation got.

As I submerged inside the lukewarm water, a moan left my soar throat. The water felt so good against my aching limbs. My eyes instantly started drooping due to a lack of sleep from the previous night. I closed my eyes for a brief moment. Suddenly I felt tiny fingers circling my cock. Fuck, I don't think I can take any more of this edging torture.

Avneet fisted me and moved her hand up and down jerking me. Gradually, she increased the pace. In no time, the sensation started clouding my thoughts. My legs started shaking and my body felt hotter. I was getting close. I would enjoy this if I didn't know where this was heading.