Free Clockwork Butterfly, A by Tabitha Rayne Page B

another realm.
    His thrusting changed from the slow rhythmic undulation into a fevered fucking again and Lena realized what was about to happen. She violently wriggled free from the silk around her arms and head.
    “Angelo, stop!” she shouted and flung herself to the floor, landing like a sack of potatoes. “Stop!” She was panicking and tried to reach the vial. Angelo was hunched over with his cock in his hand, furiously pumping away, obviously lost in sexual abandon. Lena grabbed at the beaker on the table and caught it just before it smashed on the floor. “Angelo, quick, here.”
    He came to and a look of horror passed over his face. She had to get the vial to him, now. She couldn’t move; her legs were tied so tight she couldn’t feel them anymore. Doing the only thing she could think of, she threw the vial at Angelo. He caught it in his left hand and slipped it over the end of his cock just as the thick cream spurted out, splattering the vial full.
    A look of shock and bewilderment overtook his face as he flopped down on the sofa and passed it to Lena.
    “I was totally gone there,” he said, looking pained. “I could have come inside you. I wanted to, Lena. I don’t know if I could stop myself again.”
    “We have to be careful, Angelo. You know what will happen if you do.”
    “Yes, I know.”
    Lena held the vial up with an outstretched arm. “I can’t move, you’ll have to take care of this.”
    “Oh.” He smiled and reached for the beaker, taking it gently and placing it in the portal. “It’s a good thing we’ve got that extra twenty minutes. That will take a while to remove.” He knelt down beside her and carefully started to unwrap the velvet strapping.
    Her flesh was streaked red and white where the fabric had sliced into her. He kneaded his thumbs into the ridges, smoothing them out and forcing feeling back into them. Lena breathed in hard as blood rushed in to the hollow welts. The last binding fell to the floor and Angelo massaged her ankles and calves, bringing on a strange pins-and-needles sensation that crept up her legs and washed over her. Lena sighed and lay back as he lifted her leg to his mouth, sucking and nibbling with his teeth and tongue. Lena thought she would melt through the carpet with the delight of it.
    “I’m sorry I damaged you,” said Angelo between mouthfuls of her thigh. His eyes looked full of genuine regret.
    Lena propped herself up on her elbows. “What do you mean?” She was hurt that he thought that. “You didn’t damage me! You make me whole. You give me what I ask for. If anything, I want more. I want to wear your love like scars of glory. I want you to brand my body so everyone knows I’m yours.” She stopped, suddenly feeling like she’d gone too far. Maybe he wasn’t really into dominating her.
    The ridges had faded into smooth red slashes. They too would fade. Lena wished they wouldn’t.
    “This is your one minute warning,” the intercom bleated.
    Lena rolled her eyes, trying to lighten the tone. “Why does she have to be so severe?” she said, cocking her head and rubbing Angelo’s shoulder.
    He crawled over her body, pushing her back on to the carpet. “I’ll do anything for you, anything.” He leaned in and gave her a heart-stopping kiss. The kind of kiss where souls intertwine.
    When he withdrew, she felt changed. After all they’d done together, this had been the most intimate thing of her life. He’d let something of himself into her and she to him. He stared into her eyes and let out a long sigh. As the breath ended, the butterflies scattered on shelves around the room slowly opened their wings.
    “Ten seconds…”
    Lena jumped up, dragging her kimono around her and searching for her obi. As she ran to the door in a panic, he handed it to her and bowed.
    “Tomorrow,” he whispered and slowly pushed the door closed. Lena’s fingers trailed down the cold steel.
    “Tomorrow…” She mouthed silently as Marguerite pulled