Edge of Pleasures Razor by Renier Laroche (read aloud books TXT) 📕

hand up to run through his hair. "I completely lost control, and I started a fight. There were five of them. I held them off pretty well for awhile, but in the end I had to split- there were too many of them, and I was losing the fight pretty badly. I ran to my car, and I made a beeline for home."His eyes flashed to my face, anger melting into sadness again as his eyes roamed over my bruised and bloody body."I was, and still am, angry with myself- for running away from them. That went against every dominant thread in my body. It was probably one of the hardest things I have ever done. I don't know why I did it, and I don't want to know. All I care about right now is YOU. Because you need care- very badly. I will call someone, if that is what you want. I can have that friend of yours come, or my sister would gladly come right now, I am sure of it," he proposed, his voice heavy and quiet. I watched him, confusion again evident on my face."Sir... I would like to have your sister's help, if you cannot," I said, trying to keep my voice even as I thought of him leaving me. He looked at me, surprised, and then he leaned down, looking right in my eyes as he held my face with both hands."No, no, that's not why I was offering at all. I ALWAYS have time for you, my precious beautiful jewel. I just..." He trailed off, and a tiny bit of fear flickered in his eyes before dying away. "I was simply offering you another person, in case you did not want me to touch you. In case you were scared of me."I just stared at him, my face going blank with shock."S...S... Sir, I do not... I am not," I was speechless, trying to put into words what I was feeling."Shhhh, it's alright- do you really want me to help you?" He looked almost not sad anymore, and despite everything, that brought joy to my heart."Of course I do, Sir. How could I ever want anyone else to?" I gave him a tiny little smile, and he just looked at me; now it was his turn to be shocked."Fallon...""Yes, Sir?""You really are the most beautiful and wonderful woman I have ever met. You are showing me that in new ways every single day," he said, his face going from shock to awe and adoration, and I blushed deeply, looking away from him."Sir, everyone deserves forgiveness. Tempers are very hard to keep," I said, my eyes on the comforter.We were quiet for a few moments, and then he leaned closer, clearly intending to kiss me, but completely unsure about it."Please, Sir, I want you to kiss me- I just can't move my head to meet you," I said finally, exasperated that he had sat there so long, so close to my lips. "Kiss me, Liam, please." I whispered his name, and he leaned forward, pressing his lips gently to mine as we both let out a small sigh of relief."Now, how are we going to go about this," Sir said, his eyes darting over my body."Well, Sir-" He stopped me with another kiss."Please, just call me Liam right now, Fallon. I can't bear to hear you call me Sir after what I've done to you," he said, keeping his eyes averted. I sighed, unsure of what to say, and then I continued."Okay, Liam," I said softly, his name sounding slightly odd coming out of my mouth. "My backside is probably the worst, and it's making a mess all over your bedding, so maybe you could wipe it down? I'm not sure- you could just put me in the tub, but I will dirty the water an awful lot right now. I don't think I can stand- a shower would be the best way." I ramble on, nervous now for the pain that was coming."Hey, hey, baby- relax," Liam says, his eyes connecting to mine and instantly calming me. I take a few deep breaths, closing my eyes, and I lean my cheek against the comforter, trying to relax my body."Sorry... I am just afraid," I say, trembling a little bit. Liam brought a hand up to my cheek, rubbing gently with the back of his fingers. This time, I don't flinch at all, and I even press up a little, enjoying the feeling of comfort I got from his touch, now knowing what I knew about yesterday."Don't be afraid- I will NOT hurt you anymore than is absolutely necessary, I promise," he said, looking right into my eyes as he said it, just like before, and I nodded my head."Yes I know," I said, giving him a small smile. He sort of smiled back at me, and then he moved, getting up off the bed."I'm going to get some water and a washcloth- then we can wash your face and clean up your back a little," he said, and it dawned on me that I still had his cum all over my face- now that I thought about it, I could feel it, dried and crackling, on my skin and in my hair.A few minutes later he was back, washcloth in hand, and a big basin of slightly steaming water. He set down the basin on the bedside table, drawing it farther down the side of the bed, closer to where I was curled up, and dipped the washcloth in, turning to look at me."Let's start with your face, okay?" He gently cupped my face in his palm, turning it as he wiped me down. He dipped the washcloth again and again, starting down my neck, and then onto my shoulders. He was careful to stay on the front side of me, not letting the washcloth get too close to my raw and red back, and for that I was grateful. I wasn't ready for him to wipe down my back yet- that was going to hurt."Can I put your hair up, hun? It'll make doing your back easier- it will probably feel better, too," he said, his eyes on my face, gauging my reaction.I knew then that I was going to have to deal with getting my back wiped down- and it needed to happen sooner rather than later."Yes, Liam- that would probably be best," I said, and he disappeared for a second, coming back with a ponytail. He proceeded to put my hair up in a high, messy bun that got it all off my neck and face."Okay, baby, you've gotta lay out on your stomach," he said softly. "I promise, it won't hurt as badly as you think it will." He kissed my ear softly, keeping his hands off me- he was letting me go at my own pace.I took a deep breath, and as I let it out slowly, I roll up onto my knees, my face against the comforter. I heard Liam let out a small stream of cuss words, and I glanced over at him, confused."Please, just keep going," he said, standing up and turning his back, one of his hands supporting his forehead."Liam, what is the problem?" I stopped, confused. Then I realized that the position I was in is the same as last night- my breathing hitched, and my legs really started to shake. "Please, I need you over here right now," I said, my legs trembling as I started to try and ease myself down onto my stomach. He quickly turned around, his eyes flashing to my face, and he came right back over, supporting me underneath my stomach, helping me lower myself slowly.When I finally laid flat on the bed, I just stayed there for a second, my eyes closed, my chest (and back) heaving. That was painful, I thought, though not as painful as I had thought it would be. Liam had been right..."Fallon? Are you alright?" Liam's soft voice came from my left, so I opened my eyes, searching for his face. After a few seconds I focused on him, and smiled up at him, trying not to let him see the pain."I am, Liam, I am. Feel free to get started whenever you are ready," I said, and he turned, dipping the rag into the water. The rag was dripping wet, and instead of touching me with it, he just rang it out over my back, splashing my back with lukewarm water. I arched against the water, hissing between my teeth as the drops hit my back."Does that hurt?" When I didn't immediately answer him, he asked again. "Fallon? Are you alright?""Y-yes, I'm okay, keep going," I said, closing my eyes and trying to relax.He did that a few more times, wetting all the dried blood, and making sure scabs were doing okay, and that none of the cuts were too deep or infected. Finally he was satisfied and he gently lowered the cloth onto my back. I bit my lip hard, not wanting to risk screaming, and then he slowly drew the rag down the middle of my back, getting off most of the blood. I squeeze my eyes shut tight, but the tears came anyways, so I turn my head the other way, facing away from him. I don't want to be seen crying again, and I think he even understood. He gently petted my head as he continued, telling me how wonderful I was and what a good girl I was being.When he finally finish, I was crying steadily, tears streaming down my face as I cover my mouth with my hand. I wasn't sobbing- the tears were silent for the most part. I knew he was talking to me; I could hear the soothing tones in my ear, but I have no recollection of what was said. My mind was floating, nothing touching me- my vision was blurry and my body completely limp.I felt myself move, the pain dimly lighting up in the back of my head, but I just ignore it, focusing on the soft murmuring of his voice as I hung limply in his arms.When I woke up, I was laying on my stomach, warmth all around me; I didn't want to open my eyes, for fear that the pain would return if I did."Good morning, beautiful," I heard Liam's voice, soft and luxurious in my ear as his lips brush against it. I slowly opened my eyes, resenting my body for giving me away, but then I realized that nothing hurt anymore. At least, not in the way it had yesterday."Liam... what happened? Did I pass out?" I leaned my head up, realizing with a smile that I was laying on his chest, both of us laying in bed. He smiled at me, his eyes STILL dull and un-sparkling."Yes, you did. You have been asleep, or in a COMMA or something, since like eleven o'clock yesterday. Almost twenty four hours, baby. I was worried," he said, and I stretched my neck a little to kiss him softly."What else did you do to me after I passed out? I feel wonderful," I said, and he smiled again."Did you feel me carry you to the bath? I thought you might still be awake then, but definitely almost gone. I tried to talk to you, but I didn't want to touch you too much. I wasn't sure where you still hurt," he said, his eyes on my face. "I put you in the tub and that's when you really passed out, so I figured I could really scrub you down good. You are very clean now, trust me- all those cuts on your back should heal well. I washed your hair too- I used the strawberry one that smells so good," he said with a half smile. "I know how much you love the way that one smells.""Thank you, Sir," I mumbled with a smile. He