Saving Each Other Ch. 02

Angie carefully slid her feet outwards, arching her back to lift her ass the best she could. I snapped a picture of my cuffed girlfriend, sending it to Emma. I immediately put the phone down, and let my hand wander across her round cheeks before running my fingers between her outer lips.

"I was going to spank you twenty times, but since you acted right and let me share with Emma, I'll bring it down to ten. Besides, I want my dessert soon so we should get on with this. It seems as if you're enjoying this, already wet for me. Are you liking this?"

"Mmm, yes. I like everything you do to me..."

"Well, let's see how much you like this next part."

I turned the vibrating egg on low, running it up from her lower inner thigh before inserting it inside her. Before the first moan could escape her, I brought my hand swiftly across her lower ass, landing the first strike. As she flinched into the table, I slapped a second time, then stopped. I took a minute to admire her swaying behind as the egg teased her insides.

"Well, I didn't hear you count, so I guess we'll start back at one!"

I brought my hand down sharply again.

"One. Thank you."

"Oooh. I like that. You're welcome!"

*SLAP*

"Two... thank you, may I have another?"

"You may stick to simply numbers, but I appreciate your efforts to redeem yourself, slut. Up to you."

*SLAP*

"Uhnn.. three, thank you. May I--"

*SLAP*

We continued to ten, as I switched between softer and stronger blows. I made sure the tenth was the hardest. By the end, her ass was a deep, rosy shade of pink. She panted as she laid across the table.

"Ohh Emma is going to love this look on you! She might want to do this herself later! I know it might be difficult, but bring your ass back up for another nice picture!"

You could see the inside of her thighs glistening as she did her best to raise her behind back up for me. Again snapping a photo and sending it, I admired my work and waited on a response while Angie wriggled about.

-Oh, little one! You're doing so well! I appreciate you sharing this moment with me! When you are done with her, please tell her I will be touching myself staring at this until Ben gets home to fuck me! Thank you so so much!

I smiled at the response, and put the phone down again, telling Angie I would like dessert now. She wiggled her ass, and I knew she thought I was going be having her for dessert. Not yet. I had plans.

"You took that so well. I do hope you continue to listen. I'm going to loosen the distance on the cuffs so you won't be laying painfully on your hands. I do need to keep these on, as it I don't want you trying to stop my fun."

I readjusted the length so her hands could just reach her sides, then helped her upright. Spinning her around, I carefully lifted her a bit to set her ass on the table, helping her get situated laying across it the way I wanted. Head at one end of the table, her legs bent and open, I couldn't resist giving her wet center a soft pat.

"Good girl. Hmm I have to go grab something, but I'm thinking ice cream. Maybe with some hot fudge. What do you think?"

"I... I'm gonna pass... but whatever... pleases you," she got out between breaths.

I laughed, as I put a small amount of syrup in the microwave. Leaving her laying there, I retrieved a belt from my room. On my return, I pulled her legs together, wrapping and fastening the belt around her thighs. She groaned as her secured legs squeezed the egg inside of her. I refused to turn it up, keeping her a dripping mess, just on edge. As the microwave beeped, I checked the fudge syrup to make sure it wasn't too hot to burn her, testing it on my own chest and wiping it off. I grabbed a large scoop and a spoon from the drawer, and pulled a tub of chocolate ice cream from the freezer. I didn't want much, just for her to feel the temperatures and think there was more than there actually was. I ran the back of the scoop across the ice cream a few times, making sure it would be nice and cold. I placed one hand on Angie's shoulder as I ran the back of the icy scoop across one nipple, then the other, ensuring she felt how big the scoop was as she shrieked. Carving out two flat slivers of ice cream, I let it slide from the inside of her left breast, then the right, until they met in the middle of her chest, dragging it down towards her stomach with the scoop.

"What? Is that too cold?"

"Mmm... cold, yes. Fuck."

"We should warm you up then!"

Grabbing the spoon, I drizzled the heated syrup first across her nipples, then down her stomach again. I smiled listening to her whimper.

"I thought about whipped cream, but you look so delicious just like this! I can't think of a better dessert."

Angie arched her back, fighting the restraints as I devoured every bit of sweetness off her stomach, working my way up. I held her shoulders down as I took an agonizing amount of time making sure every inch of her tits were licked and sucked clean. When I had my fill, I grabbed a handful of her hair, kissing her roughly with a chocolate covered face.

"I probably should've sent that to Emma as well, but we can tell her later. Let's get you cleaned up, so we can continue. You look a bit flushed!"

"Please..."

"Please what? I'm not done with you yet. Don't be greedy. You'll get whatever I give you."

"Yes... I'm sorry... thank you..."

"Better. Let me help you sit up."

I pulled her upright, sliding her away from the leftover mess of melted ice cream on the table. Turning her sideways, I helped her rest her feet on a chair. Angie whimpered some more as the egg pushed deeper as she sat up. Grabbing a wet towel, I first cleaned my face, then went to work wiping any remaining stickiness. Holding one hand down, I unlinked the cuffs, bringing them to her front before tightening them again. Knowing where she would immediately want to put her hands, I told her to raise her arms, as I bent her onto my shoulder to carry her. She let her hands rest on my back, as I held tightly to her with one arm. I couldn't help but smack her ass one more solid time as I carried her, feeling her nails dig into me. Carefully, I climbed the stairs, making sure not to drop my precious girl. When we reached Angie's room, I gently tossed her on the bed, securing her hands over her head one more time.

"Ohhh what to do with you now? So many options. Let's get you more comfortable first."

Undoing the belt and tossing it across the room, Angie instantly opened her legs, revealing juices running all the way down to her knees. I sat between them, using a thumb to push upward across her clit as the other retrieved the egg from inside of her.

"Wow. You look like you need to cum really, really badly," I told Angie, letting my fingers run up and down her slit ever so softly.

"Mmhmm... I do... would like that... if you let me, would like me to... for you."

"Aww honey, even words are hard for you right now. Don't worry. I'll take good care of you!"

I bound her ankles tightly, leaving her spread open. I pulled an average sized vibrator from the drawer, turned it on low. I'd never teased Angie for so long, but I was really enjoying it. I also knew she would probably make the next two days rough on me as well. Angie pulled against the restraints again, as I pushed the vibrator half way in, holding it still. I eased it in and out of her a few times, before releasing it, letting it hang half way out of her.

"Oh darn! I think I left the ice cream out! You stay right here. I'll be right back, promise."

Angie cursed me under her breath while I watched her try to find a way to get her bound body into a position to pleasure herself. I padded out of the room and down the stairs. After putting the ice cream away, I stared at the table cloth, pleased with myself. I opted to leave it there so Angie could see the fun mess we made later. Drinking down some water, and grabbing an extra two bottles for when we were done, I made my way back to the room, silently watching Angie struggle.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you wait. I'll tell you what. You can choose. Want to be eaten or fucked now?"

"Either. Please!....ugh, anything!"

"Ok, my love. You've really been so good for me."

I reached over and turned the vibrator all the way up, then took a second to sit beside her. Grabbing the base, I thrust the toy into her dripping pussy and began fucking her hard with it. As she flailed against the restraints, crying out, I reached for the egg. Turning that on high as well, I rubbed it hard against her protruding nub, making sure not to lose my pace with the other hand. Angie let loose a slew of curse words, thank yous, and screams, as she rode her much awaiting orgasm. I pulled the toys out and off of her, replacing them with my fingers to feel the last grips and spasms run through her. As her body slowed, so did I, until she was finally finished. I brought my fingers to her mouth for her to suck clean.

Lifting her blindfold, I smiled down on her. Angie's eyes looked happy and exhausted. I stood and moved to the bottom of the bed as she cautiously watched me release her ankles.

"I'd eat you right here, but it really looks like you can't handle any more. You ok, love?"

"Very ok. Thanks, girlie. Thirsty."

I freed her wrists, handing her a bottle of water, helping her sit and lean her tired body against me to drink. We sat quietly, both downing our respective bottles of water for a few minutes before I decided we should head back downstairs.

"I need another minute, girlie..."

"It's ok, love. Just wrap your arms around my neck. I got you."

Carefully lifting her from the soaked bed, she nuzzled her head into my neck, planting a few light kisses as I carried her back to our room downstairs. I laid with her, holding her tightly, wrapping us in the blanket. Knowing my day was about over, my mind started creeping up on me. I rolled out of bed and grabbed my medication.

"Thanks for taking it without me asking you to. You're only in charge for another few hours. I can't wait to repay you for this!"

"Looking forward to it, love," I laughed.

"Umm, hey girlie? Did you get yourself off while I was blindfolded?"

"Nah. I was having too much fun with you! I'm good. No worries."

"You do have a little more time, if you wanted me to do.... Anything, for you."

"It's ok. I do have a question for you though. Would you be really mad if I went and played my game for a bit?"

"You look like you could use the distraction, girlie. I'll tell you what, lay with me for five more minutes, and then you have to stay naked while you play your game, too. I'll turn on a girly flick that I know you wouldn't want to watch. Works for both of us. Ok?"

"Sounds good, love."

I climbed back in bed, letting Angie snuggle into my chest. She was gently scolded for trying to toy with one of my nipples. She faked an annoyed huff, and turned on her movie. I had almost forgot, and showed her the texts from Emma and the photos of herself. She proudly smiled, and shooed me away to go play.

I entered my game room once more. Feeling the tension build in me quickly, I picked a game where I had to focus on the story line and make fast decisions. I lost track of time, glancing at my phone to see it was nearly one in the morning. Knowing I had to work the next day, even if it was a short shift, Angie would be upset if I didn't get some sleep. I shut everything down, coming back to find Angie snoring away as usual. Tucking the covers around her, I curled up on the other side of the bed as not to wake her if I had a rough night.

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Early Wednesday morning, I was woken up by Angie shaking me, jolting up with tears running down my face. These fucking dreams... of course they don't make a drug that stops dreams, only that relaxes you to sleep. For what? To have more fucked up dreams. Sobbing and trying to breathe, I clung to Angie. She held on tight, rubbing my back, kissing my head.

"Shhhh. You're awake now. I'm right here. Come on, just hold onto me and breathe. It's ok."

I felt stupid, but couldn't stop. I wondered why she stayed with me, it had to be getting bothersome being woken up all the time. It was bothering the hell out of me that I kept waking her up.

"Baby girl, let me grab your meds."

"I'm so sorry. I can't help it."

"Don't be sorry. Here, take it. Now come here."

Angie pulled me back into her, laying us down again. I held onto her for dear life, thinking if I let her go, she would be gone. Nothing but the sound of my stuttered breathing, we laid quietly until I calmed down a little. After half an hour or so, my breathing was normal, and I couldn't help but feel like shit.

"Ang, I don't know how you knew it was bad, but thanks for waking me up. I'm sorry you have to put up with this. I don't know why you stay, but I love you, and I'm glad you're still here."

"Don't freak out... but you started screaming and crying. I stay because I love you, too. I would never leave. Especially over something like this. We do need to talk about it, though. You gotta talk to someone, and I need to know what's going on."

"I've wanted to tell you. It's just hard to talk about. It hurts..."

"Honey, you talk in your sleep. I can put together the basics, so let's call the conversation started. Also, it's Wednesday, so that means it's my turn. You'll do as I say, even if it's hard. But I have an idea."

"I don't like where this is going. You being in charge is supposed to be for fun stuff."

"Eh. I'm gonna use it to my advantage anyway. Don't make me call Emma. Now, lay on your stomach, breathe, and wait for me to get back."

I laid in bed, face down, scared of whatever she had up her sleeve. This is not what I thought things were going to be like. How bad was Friday going to be with the nightmares? What kind of appearance would my mom make in my dreams on her anniversary? I'd probably scare Emma off forever. I'd been fighting the bout of depression that had been creeping in. I was wondering how much longer I could keep up this battle, when Angie returned.

"Ok, baby girl. Let's turn the pillow under you longways, and rest your head and part of your chest on it... just like that. Good. Now arms up."

Angie straddled my back, moving my arms above my head. After asking if it was comfortable, I felt her gently secure each of my hands to the headboard.

"It's to keep you from running away when I ask questions eventually. Not just yet. Want you to at least be relaxed first, maybe it'll help. Plenty of time before we have to go to work. We'll go slow."

I thought to myself how we should really have a safe word at this point, because I wasn't feeling good about this at all. I felt Angie sit herself down on my butt. Then, the smell of lavender, and warm oil being spread across my back. Her hands started running up and down my back and neck, working at every tight and tense muscle.

"How's that feel, girlie? Your arms comfy, too?"

"Nice. Very nice. Arms fine."

"Good. I'll keep going for a bit."

She kneaded away, happily humming to herself. What was probably only half an hour felt like an eternity of bliss. She didn't stop when she spoke.

"Ok. So I'm going to ask you a question, you'll answer it with something short. We'll go little by little. I'll interrupt your answers to break it up. Trust me. Focus on my hands and your breathing. If you refuse to answer, I'll call you out of work, and leave you here all day and we'll start over until we get through this. Got it?"

"Fuck. Fine."

"I'll let the attitude go for now. The nightmares lately are about your mom?"

"Yes, mostly."

"Ok. Good start. If this goes well, I'll reward you nicely. When did she die?"

"5 years ago, on Friday."

"I assume her anniversary makes things worse?"

"Yes. Sorry."

"No sorries for that. Keep going. You're doing great. How did she die?"

My muscles tensed all at once.

"Breathe... take a minute if you need to, but keep going. Just short answers."

"She overdosed on morphine pills she got a hold of."

"Oh honey. I'm so sorry. That must've been really hard."

"It's ok... shit happens."

Angie took a few minutes to work my back until I relaxed my muscles again.

"It's not ok, girlie. Don't forget, I said you talk in your sleep. So what is the part that is setting you off so bad?"

"It's my fault she's dead."

"I'm sure that isn't true. Why do you think that?"

"We stopped talking as much after a fight. I wasn't there for her."

"That doesn't mean it's your fault."

"It was in a journal she kept hidden. Found it cleaning out her house."

"What was in the journal? Keep breathing please."

"That her kid didn't even love her, and she had no reason to live."

"I'm sorry you read that. You once told me she suffered from depression, that you watched her be brought away for it as a kid."

"Yeah. Twice. Grandma came and got me."

"You're doing great with this. I'm very proud of you. Are you ok if I tell you something you don't want to hear? I'll keep massaging, promise."

"Yeah. You'll say it eventually anyway. No offense."

"You're right. Baby girl, your mom didn't kill herself because of you. It was because she wasn't well. Mentally, I mean. She could've wrote in that journal at any time. Doesn't mean it was her final good bye."

"Still... it's my fault."

"Ok. Tell me how, but try to stay with short answers."

"She called. I ignored it. Left a message that she was sorry about how things went."

"Take a few breaths. You're tightening up. Then continue."

"I tried to call back. No answer. She lived too far away to check on her."

"I'm listening. Keep going."

"I figured she was sorry about a fight, or money she owed me. Something stupid like that."

"When you talk in your sleep, you often ask her not to leave. You say sorry a lot. Sometimes you cry out for her. I know you think it's your fault. But I'm not seeing it. Is there more?"

"I still couldn't reach her, but I never called anyone. Not the police or a hospital. Nothing."

"Did you think she was ok?"

"I figured I was overthinking. I was wrong."

"Ok, so then what happened?"

"She didn't show to work for days. Work called the police. She never missed work. I need a minute... please."

I could feel the tears try to fight through. Angie continued massaging, her voice telling me to breathe. She sat quietly for a few minutes, not stopping what she was doing, only waiting.

"Ok... I'm ok."

"You're doing great, baby girl. Can you keep going?"

"Yeah. Might be a longer answer. That ok?"

"If you can do it somewhat calmly, yes. Go ahead."

"The police knocked, no answer. They cut the lock off her door to enter. Found her dead on the couch, bottle of pills not too far away. She had been there, dead, for 3 days. I should've have called someone."

"You aren't a mind reader. You also suffer from depression, and you try to control your overthinking and panic. You did all you could. Is there anything else you want to add? I'll let you be done soon. Promise."

"I see the caution tape and where the lock was cut off the door in my dreams. Sometimes while I'm awake. It haunts me. She haunts me. I can't make it stop."

"Baby girl, none of this is your fault. It might take time to realize that. Me, Emma, we're here for you to talk to. Maybe a therapist would help. I know you don't like doing that kind of thing, but consider it. You did really well. Relax, we can be done talking about this for today, ok? I'm going to keep going and make sure you at least get to enjoy a few more minutes of this massage. You're full of knots and stress, we might have to do this more often!"

"I'd like that. Ang?"

"Yes, girlie?"

"I hope I don't scare you away."

"Never will. Now relax."

Angie spent a few more minutes on my shoulders, where I tend to hold my stress. She worked out what she needed to know without making me completely lose it. I know I've said it before, but I don't know how I got so lucky to have her in my life.