Sailor - Monday revenge

I tie your wrists above your head and you're panicked enough that you're not even hard anymore. You're started to sweat. I sit across your lap and drink my coffee. I watch your heart beat in your chest.  

"There's no point in me causing you pain. Because it doesn't touch you. I made it seem like I couldn't tie that rope very well didn't I? I lied. Do you think the way that you treated me was OK? Do you think that hurting me was OK? How long have you been afraid for? How long have you been tied for? Twenty minutes? You made me suffer for hours and hours. You tortured and abused me all the way to 12pm. Do you think that that's OK? I don't care whether your enjoying this or not. I can still just about pleasure myself by rubbing against your my pathetic flaccid cock". 

I unshackle you from the bed and yank you up. I watch the tension in your stomach muscles, I know the stress in the bottom of your spine. I smack your face, not even that hard. Smack you and flick you and fuck around with you and you try and cover your face with your hands. 

"Are you OK? I don't care really, but are you OK?" 

I smile at you and and untie you wrists and rub the blood back into your fingers. You don't have to hurt someone to make them feel afraid.