“Do you like me?” she repeated. “Answer me.” She pinched hold of my forearm and began to twist the flesh, not letting go but increasing the pressure. Her other hand was hard on my chest pushed me back on the sofa. She twisted harder. “Well?” she smiled and again twisted.
I did not know what to say. I liked her: the feel of her, the scent of her- her youngness and the combination of her aggressive nature yet vulnerable character. I wanted to say yes to all that and no to the pain, yet somehow I was enjoying it. She read my thoughts precisely. “Do you like pain?”
She then bent and gently sucked where she had been twisting the flesh, easing the pain and drawing a redness to the surface of the skin. Pain and pleasure. “I think so.” She smiled as she spoke.
“You will learn to.” She told me, “Slowly and painfully, and with ultimate pleasure. I will show you, when I am ready. Yes, I will show you.” The emphasis was on the ‘I will’ making it a promise and a threat at the same time.