James looked up at his mistress, her eyes a pair of dark, shimmering saucers that were on the cusp of erupting into tears. She grabbed the key to his handcuffs from a compartment near the headboard, reaching over and using it to unlock the metal restraints before dropping it on the floor.
Bayonetta wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Her eyes darted around the room randomly, her psyche wishing to direct her gaze anywhere but at her companion. At last she did look down, their eyes meeting only for a moment.
“I’m sorry.”
Her voice cracked as she struggled to get out the two simple words, her right hand rushing up to cover her mouth as she fled from the room. James sat up slowly, rubbing his wrists as normal blood flow returned to his arms. He reached around and unlatched the gag from his head, pulling the vile rubber ball from his mouth at last. “Mistress!”
He scurried off the bed, slowing down as he almost tripped over her discarded clothes and toys, making his way carefully through the dark main room. The lightning and thunder had finally moved on, leaving only the sound of drizzling rain against the windows and walls. As he passed the central hallway he could hear sobs coming from the kitchen, growing louder each moment he neared the room. He came to a stop in the entrance, spotting her immediately in the corner by the small kitchen table. She was weeping outright, her knees bent upward with her face planted in her legs, her body shaking with each new wail. James watched her silently for a few moments, unsure of what to do. He looked upon his beautiful mistress, somewhat scared and confused as he witnessed her for the first time distressed and completely vulnerable. Bayonetta then raised her head, her face a river of tears over flushed skin.
“What are you doing?!? Leave! I know you want to!”
She broke into heavy sobs again, her face turning away, unable to look him in the eyes a moment longer. James lingered a few moments before taking a deep breath and quietly walking into the room. He approached her from the side and turned himself around, sitting beside her gently. His sore ass seared as it made contact with the floor but he bit his tongue, making no sound as he joined her. He made no effort to touch, comfort or answer her, allowing her thoughts and emotions to expel themselves uninterrupted. She sobbed for another minute or so, finally turning her face in his direction once again.
“You don’t need to stay here anymore! You or anyone else. I’m not even going to try again. That’s what I told myself last time, but this time I mean it!”
She looked directly into his eyes, her tear-stained face looking suddenly more determined; even angry.
“I GET IT, alright? I’m a FREAK. I’m a freak who can’t even control herself and it’s only getting worse.”
She said nothing for a few moments, mulling over in her mind how she could explain herself without telling him too much. James looked back at her innocently, purely, and she knew that if this was to be their last meeting, she still had to keep things from him.
“The longer I knew you, the more I fell for you, the less I wanted to put you through this. I don’t get to have real relationships. I should have learned that by now. I knew it deep down and that’s why I never opened up to you, because I knew this would happen. So please, you should leave now…. before I change my mind.”
Her voice broke once again as she uttered those final words, terrified that they would be the last she ever spoke to him. She turned her head again, not wanting to see him go, but as the seconds stretched on there was no movement, until she felt a warm hand close over hers. She looked back across her body, small trails of tears running out of her eyelids. She was greeted by a placid smile, the spark of complete conviction in his eyes.
“I’m sitting right here Mistress. I’m not anywhere else. And I’m not going anywhere else unless it’s with you.”
She gazed back at him in total astonishment, her mind unable to process what her heart wanted so desperately to believe.
“How can you say that? After all I’ve…”
Her words halted in her throat, silenced as he extended his other hand and brushed a length of her dark tresses from her face.
“Cereza, did you know that you’re beautiful…. even when you cry?”
Her eyes welled with fresh tears, her heart leaping the unfathomable distance from the lowest, darkest pit in her being to the loftiest mountain peak. She threw herself on James, wrapping him up in her arms, her head cradled on his right shoulder. She sobbed a bit more, holding him close as he returned her embrace, running his arms over her back gently.
“I love you so much James” she choked out, doing her utmost to restore her normal voice.
“And I love you Mistress” he answered, glad that the words were finally out in the open.
“You’re mine forever now. I’ll never let you go.” She squeezed him tightly around the midsection, careful to avoid the bandaged areas on his hips.
“Nothing would make me happier Mistress, but please… don’t shut me out. Whatever it is you’re facing, you don’t need to do it alone.”
Bayonetta smirked, amused by the presumption in his words, but impressed by his courage nonetheless. “I won’t” she spoke right next to his ear, holding the back of his head in her hand “I won’t hold back anymore. I’ll tell you everything in time. Just be patient with me…”
Her face rose from his shoulder, stopping directly in his line of sight. “…and stay with me always.”
Their eyes met again, the souls of two lovers reflected in each others gaze; burning with such intense longing. They dove into each others mouths, Bayonetta driving her tongue as deeply into him as she could, exploring his mouth completely as she pulled his head firmly into hers. James took hold of her sides with the palms of his hands, reciprocating with his own tongue in her wet mouth. They kissed and sucked for long minutes, Bayonetta occasionally biting his tongue gently with her teeth, moaning pleasurably as she dominated him even with her mouth.
She broke the kiss momentarily only to push him on the floor, laying down on him with her massive breasts pressing firmly into his chest. Her large cock and heavy balls draped over his crotch, dwarfing his own genitals as her rod began heating up and slowly filling with blood. She held his face in her hands, diving back into his mouth over and over again, tonguing, licking and nibbling him insatiably.
At last, she pulled her mouth from his with a wet smack, standing up with a wild blush on her face. She appeared to be apprehensive about something as she re-tied her hair, but by the time she was done her expression had become resolute.
“Follow me” she imparted, walking confidently back into the main room. James got up and followed her swiftly, his face betraying his bewilderment as soon as he exited the kitchen. Bayonetta had bent herself over the nearby leather sofa, holding onto the back while her ass stuck straight out at him.
“Fuck me” she said softly over her shoulder.
“Mistress?” The idea was now so foreign to him that he could only question such a sudden and drastic change.