Pain, Pleasure and Passion (A BDSM Novel)

Disobeyed

I awake the next morning in pure agony. My arms feels like it was run over by a car, and my entire body aches in an uncomfortable way. I sit up, looking around. Where am I? Oh, Yes! Nick's, couch. Why am I on the couch.... I don't remember much of last night, it was kinda a blur. We had some "Fun" and thats pretty much as far as I get. I smile. 

"Well, good morning... why so happy?" Nick asks, entering the living area. 

"Just thinking of last night, Why am I on the couch?" I ask. 

He comes to sit next to me. "I told you that I don't like to sleep with others, but I didn't want to disturb you last night, so I let you sleep on the couch. I'm glad you enjoyed last night." He replies, pulling me into his lap. 

I wince in pain.  He notices and instantly releases me. 

"No! Don't let go!" I whine, trying to sit back onto his lap. 

"I don't want to hurt you." 

"You're not the one that hurt me.... I'm just a little sore, that's all." I answer, smiling through the pain. 

"What can I do?" He says, stroking my face with the back of his hand. 

"Well, you can kiss it all better." I tease, winking at him.

He laughs, and lust overtakes his feature. Good the reaction I was hoping for. 

"As tempting as that may seem, I won't be doing that.... Why don't I get you some breakfast and pain killers." He announce rising from the couch. 

I frown, "I like my idea better." I pout. 

"Well, to bad.... I don't want to hurt you, and I don't want to be late for work." He says, heading for the kitchen. I follow. 

"Shit! What time is it!" I panic, knowing that I was already late. God, Jeremy! Fear courses through my veins. He glances down and reads my expression. 

"Don't worry you won't be attending work today, no need to even think about your ass of a boss." He says, getting angry. 

"I am perfectly capable of going to work." I say. 

"No your not, and that's final." He says ending the discussion.

Oh. god he is using his dominant voice now, telling me what to do. I feel the wetness pool between my legs, instantly. 

He grabs the pain killers from the kitchen cabinet, hands them to me, drops a kiss on my lips and leaves for work. 

I sit there staring after him for what seems like hours, before I finally stand and walk over to the kitchen. I pour a glass of water and swallow down some pain killers. Hmmmm.... what should I do now? I think to myself. I am perfectly capable of going to work, Nick is just being ridiculous, I'm fine I have had worse. Although, I know saying that would be lying, I have never had it this bad... He was extremely angry. I shiver at the thought, but I'm not helpless, I can still work. I will just go in for a bit, then come home...  I will be fine. I decide this is better then me sitting here staring at the walls, so I head to the bathroom to examine myself in the mirror. 

My face is covered in a dark purple bruise, all the way across my cheek. There are hickeys trailing down my neck, and the start of a deep scratch all the way from my collarbone to my waist. The scratch is surrounded by dried blood, and is very sensitive, when I walk or move a certain way a sharp pain stings through my body. My arm has another bruise all the way down from where I hit it on the desk, and there were multiple bruises strewn across my stomach, thighs, waist, and shoulders. Not to mention my throbbing bruised breasts that are aching in pain. I sighed, there wasn't much I could do to make myself look socially presentable in the state I was in. I decided to just brush out my hair so it fanned across my face and shoulders, hiding me from view. It provided a safe comforting security. I threw on the same black skirt I had been wearing the 2 previous days, but decided to just tuck a tank top into it and throw on a jacket to cover my shoulders. I would have worn my purple vneck but it had traces of dried blood on it.
I look at myself in the mirror and sigh, not the most professional outfit possible, but it was the best I could do.
I take on last look at the lonely apartment, and then head out.