A Lesson to Forget
By Bilinda Ní Siodacaín
Copyright 2011 by Bilinda Ní Siodacaín
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Sitting before the mirror, the brush sliding easily through her silky chestnut brown hair, she moved her lips as she silently counted each stroke.
“Fifty-two, fifty-three.”
He would return soon, surely his business in town would not keep him out for much longer; even as it was he always came home before now.
“Fifty-four, fifty-five.”
He insisted she brushed her hair one hundred times every night and she could not fail him. Even the thought of not completing her task for him made bile rise in her throat.
“Fifty-six, fifty-seven.”
Their love was perfect and absolute, she truly had given him her all and she had bestowed it willingly, a gift of sorts. Memories like cobwebs clung to the inside of her brain and she recalled their first meeting. The feel of the brush soothed her as she sat on her stool at the vanity mirror reminiscing.
It always struck her as odd that she would recall these memories at night. He had always been strict but he could be so unbelievably sweet that she could forgive him anything. It seemed so trivial a thing to ask her to do and she had laughed when he first spoke of her brushing her hair for him.
“Really David? You want me to brush my hair every night before you come to me?”
He smiled and cupped her face gently in his large hands; brushing his lips softly against hers as he spoke.
“Yes love; I want you to brush your hair for me. Think of it as a little game between us.”
Returning the gentleness of his kiss she was rewarded with the feeling of his arms wrapping around her waist pulling her in towards his warm body.
“Just a game? Then I’ll do it, but what happens if I don’t finish brushing it before you get home?”
“You’ll be punished like the naughty girl that you are.”
Their kiss deepened and she melted in against his embrace; his hands caressing her back sliding upwards to tangle in her hair and tug her head back from his lips.
“I don’t want you to fail my love, I don’t want to punish you but I will do what I must to keep you in line. I am your husband and you will accept me as master.”
His words sent a thrill of desire and fear trembling down through her spine to ignite a white heat within the core of her body.
She whimpered softly as his hand pulled her hair a little harder and her neck arched instinctively. Warm arousal trickled down the inside of her thighs as his lips pressed against her exposed throat. Kisses as gentle as the summer rain covered her neck as she held his body closer to her own.