Free Say Please: Lesbian BDSM Erotica by Rachel Kramer Bussel, Sinclair Sexsmith, Miriam Zoila Perez, Wendi Kali, Gigi Frost, BB Rydell, Amelia Thornton, Dilo Keith, Vie La Guerre, Anna Watson

HANKY
     
    Sassafras Lowry
     
     
     
     
     
     
    H y left the femmes at the club and took me home instead. The decision surprised hym a whole lot more than it did me. See, hy was raised up a Southern gentlemanly sort of butch. The kind of butch that opened doors, buys dinner, and always brings flowers on a date. The sort of butch who was looking for a wife who would make sure hy had a cold glass of sweet tea waiting when hy got home from work. Hy didn’t bring me flowers. I wasn’t going to be anyone’s wife.
    We made our escape while the girls were in the bathroom and drove in silence. I’d played with other tops before. Butches I’d puppy-dog followed out of social justice and political meetings. They were northern city butches with silicone cocks and floggers made from expensive leather. Butches with St. Andrew’s Crosses in their basements and eye bolts in the ceiling. Hy was different, rougher. Here there was no posturing or pageantry, just connection, just sex, just power.
    We went into hys darkened house and passed the closed doors of hys roommates. I was grateful for the privilege of avoiding small talk. Hy closed the door behind us and clicked on the exposed bulb. I tried to take in my surroundings, the cardboard movie cutout of James Dean, the signed Indigo Girls posters, but I felt boot meet flesh and my knees buckled, leaving me on the floor in front of hym. Black hanky swiftly pulled from my back right pocket and the room plunged into darkness. “You think you have a right to flag black, boi? We’ll see about that.”
    My knees buckled, mind flooding with playback videos of all the times I’d pushed past my breaking point as a high school athlete. The physical therapy that restored full range of motion but could only do so much. My knees are no longer designed for kneeling, but I wanted to give hym this. Pushed past the edge of pain, the stabbing pain transitioned to hot burning. Pushing past the pain would be worth it for one head pat, for one “good boi.”
    No sooner had I settled into the burn of my knees than I felt hys boot at my back, pushing me forward face first into the dirty bedroom carpet. The synthetic fibers scratched my face and did little to cushion the blow as I collided with the floor. Still blindfolded, I forced my breathing to quiet so I could listen for hym, trying and failing to anticipate where hys next move would come from. My hands were ripped from where they casually lay at my sides behind my back and cinched tight with rope, boot still pressed firmly into my spine. I knew the clean work shirt I’d chosen for the occasion of going out tonight now bore the outline of hys muddy right boot. Thoughts of when I’d next be able to do laundry left my mind as hy scruffed me, fingers digging into the short hairs at the back of my neck, pulling me back to my knees.
    Hys breath hot on my face, I was pulled into a rough bruise of a kiss my lips would feel for days. Hys hands slipped flat-palmed down across my chest. Caught between pushing into hym and pulling away, I held my breath as hy with frightening gentleness undid shirt buttons, untucked my undershirt, and reached beneath. Hys lips again found me as hy pulled me to hym and undid the Ace bandage holding my chest down. I wanted to protest but didn’t want this to end. Hy grabbed my left nipple hard as I heard the metallic unzipping of hys fly, and my jaw was forced to make room for hys delicious cock.
    “What do you say, boi?”
    “Thank you.”
    “Thank you, what ?”
    “Thank you, Daddy!”
    “Good boi.”
    Smiling around hys cock, I stuffed back a giggle of amusement that we’d both hard-packed tonight. For a butch who said hy never fagged, hy sure seemed into this. I thought of making a smart comment to that effect but could already feel the red welt of a palm against my face and thought better of the insubordination fantasy.
    Grabbing my shirt collar, hy pulled me up onto hys unmade bed. Hys other hand fumbled with my