ARIA - By Lady Hyacintha (NO ONE has the right to use this for any purposes. Copyright belongs to me!)
Aria could feel her eyelashes against her cheeks, heavy with tears. Heat radiated from her body, blazing from every inch of flesh. It rose like flames from the raised welts where the lash had licked across her frame repeatedly. The skin was red and burning in spots. This she knew without looking. A tiny part of her feared the skin might be cracked open and bleeding; a bigger part of her hoped it was.
Her Master slid alongside her on the bed, his broad torso settling back against layers of propped up pillows. Aria let her liquid chocolate eyes flicker up for just a moment to take in his face. She tried to suppress a shudder and failed. He was beyond handsome to the point where merely looking at him could shut her mind down and let all of her inhibitions go. Her level of attraction to him was perhaps her most dangerous trait at the moment. That attraction could easily be described as fatal – it could lead to her undoing.
His eyes were dark like hers, but more beautiful. They were slightly gold tinged, warm and welcoming. When her Master’s eyes met hers, she could see every bit of desire he held for her. It was immense, overwhelming, and so powerful as to almost be a corporeal force. It washed over Aria with every glance like a wave, drowning her.
"Come here," Master whispered, his eyes digging straight into her and ripping at her soul.
Aria quickly wiped the tears from her cheeks and curled up beside him, her naked form pressing into his clothed side. She felt small next to him. Insignificant. Yet, somehow so precious. Perfect with his attention focused on her. With him close to her now, his fingers running over her welted back, she relaxed for the first time all day.
It had been a rough day for the both of them. Complicated lives led to complicated encounters between the two of them. Master's stresses bled over into her and she felt helpless to solve the problems he was facing. A healing balm she may be, but there was nothing she could do, no matter how thin she spread herself, to fix the problems going on in Master's life at the current time. In fact, she felt she was part of the issue.
There was so much she could offer him - this beautiful submission, devotion on a level almost incomprehensible to most, and the purest love. But, no matter how much she gave, she could never fix his sorrows. She could never be enough. It made her want to disappear.
For once, Aria had actually come to him offering the whip. Normally Master made his desires obvious, but today he had been so stuck in his head that she knew there was no way he would take what he more than likely needed. So there she had been, offering him the tool to hurt her.
The truth was, she was already hurting far more on the inside than he could hurt her outside. The knowledge of her personal worth frustrated her. She could give him everything. And Master wanted everything from her. But, those outside forces would not let him. He would not let himself. So, Aria felt like the most beautiful work of art, set on a shelf, to be looked at and admired, occasionally brushed with a curious finger, but never truly owned. Only on display. Always, she was showing what she was. Constantly fighting to be seen as something worth keeping, not just being looked over and then left.
If she was no more than an art piece to be looked at, she wanted to be smashed, never to be looked at again. It was not enough anymore. So she wanted him to break her. To somehow cause her more pain on the outside than she was feeling on the inside. Thus, Aria had presented the whip.
Master had beat her hard. Not as hard as she could take, perhaps. She would have let him push her past her limits, and she would not have used a safe word then. Aria was in far too dark of a place to care. Whatever pleased him and made him want her more for the moment was what she wanted and needed.
"You did well," Master whispered into her hair, his fingers tracing along one of the biggest welts on her back. She shivered at his touch.
"Master?" she said, lifting her eyes to him again, shyly.
"How much do you need me?" Aria asked, her voice cracking over the sentence midway. She could feel herself starting to shut down. Her mind and heart were racing.
"You know how much I do."
She nodded against him, closing her eyes tightly. "I know..." Parting her lips, she drew in a slow, shaky breath. After a moment, she spoke again, softer. "But... Show me."
Master shifted slightly, bringing his arms tighter around her. "What, Aria?" It was obvious he had not quite heard her.
Her body was trembling violently. "More, p-please? Don't hold yourself back. Just... Let go. Show me how much you need me..."
There was a moment of hesitation from Master. She could feel it in his limbs as his muscles tensed for a moment. Then his arms were moving her, rolling her away from him and onto her stomach.
"Stay still, beautiful," Master said, slipping off the bed. "I'm going to take care of you."
The connection between them was so potent and unbreakable that she knew what was about to come. Aria stretched out her limbs, splaying like a swaying tree, and awaited the lash again.
Crack. Crack. CRACK. The whip bit into her back over and over, without warning. The leather landed on already sore strips of skin, and immediately she could feel her resolve wavering. But, Aria had to push through for Master. To give him this final satisfaction.
Aria writhed on the bed, the pain become almost too much as Master unleashed an unrelenting number of lashes upon her back, ass, and thighs. But, there was no aftercare. No warm touches yet. She was not sure if it was sweat or blood trickling down her back, but she was beyond caring. Beyond feeling. For the first few minutes of this torture, she cried out with each strike. If there was one thing she knew, it was that Master loved her noises of pain and she loved giving him that pleasure.
A solid hit, hard against her ass finished her. Master knew she was extremely sensitive and that beating her ass was the quickest way to make her mutter a safe word. He had pushed farther this time, though. He had really, truly hurt her. The pain rippled through her body and her breath stopped from the shock of the pain. Aria's body went limp against the sheets. Contorted slightly with her head crushed into her shoulder, her eyes flicked shut to the sight of red staining the sheets somewhere towards her lower body. Was that real?
Master took in a long, slightly wavering breath, followed by a growl. "Do you know how much I need you, Aria?"
She tried to find the strength to speak and failed. No noise even made it from her throat.
Master's hands found their way to her back, palms flat and running over the welts. Pain erupted in her again. She could feel something warm and sticky being spread over her skin. The smell of iron affronted her nose. Definitely blood. After a moment, Master gripped her hard and forcefully rolled her over onto her back.
"Answer me. Do you know how much I need you, Aria?"
The girl's head rolled and her eyes cracked open. There was a thick layer of drying tears gluing her eyelids together. Parting her lips, she tried to talk again, but once more, found herself unable.
Master crawled onto the bed on all fours, then sank back onto his knees and stared down at her. His dark eyes were narrowed slightly, but Aria could still see that insane amount of passion behind them. And he was still so incredibly gorgeous, even with what he was about to do.
Swallowing hard, Aria winced and tried to speak again. Anything for Master.
"Y-yes. Enough that... You never want anyone... To look at me again. To hear me again. You cannot have me, when all is said and done... So..." Her voice trailed off, full of emotion. "I know..."
Master bowed his head slightly. "You're so perfect," he said softly, lovingly. "So perfect, my beautiful song. Sing to me, Aria." His gaze was powerful, luring her to push herself more.
There was a song that she had sung to him in their most difficult times. Through the haze of pain, she tried to remember the words and find the strength to sing as she always had.
"I remember tears streaming down your face... When I said, "I'll never let you go." When all those shadows almost killed your light." She struggled against her urge to shut down, to will what was coming to be there. Yet, she knew she would savor the moment.
"Yes," Master whispered, closing his eyes to listen to her voice as he trailed a finger down her glistening stomach.
"I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone," but all that's dead and gone and passed tonight..."
"Yes," he whispered again.
Aria took in a deep breath and then shakily sang the chorus that had meant so much for so long. Her entire frame shook, leaving her voice wobbling and at times unclear. But, Master knew the words just as well as she did, though he had never sung them to her before.
"Just close your eyes. The sun is going down. You'll be alright. No one can hurt you now. Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound."
Master's hand trailed back up her body. His eyes opened. He leaned forward, bringing that hand to her throat. A little pressure, just enough to show his power. Aria knew to keep going. It was harder with his hand there, her voice weaker, but she managed.
"Don't you dare look out your window darling. Everything's on fire. The war outside our door keeps raging on."
Master nodded his head, then shook it, a look of sadness sweeping across his features.
"Tell me," he said, knowing the line to follow. His grip on her throat tightened, cutting off some of her air flow this time.
She choked as she kept trying to sing.
"Hold on to this lullaby... Even when the music's gone..." A cough ripped at her throat. Her air was being cut off. "Gone," she finished.
"Gone," Master repeated, bringing his other hand to her neck. His fingers encircled her delicate throat easily. "My beautiful song." Tears came to his eyes as he leaned over her, beginning to crush the breath out of her truly with his blood stained hands. "I need you so much," he cooed. "So much that I can't let you go. But, you know..."
Aria did her best to keep her eyes open, though she knew they were likely strained with pain and the struggle to keep living. She locked her gaze on Master's and did her best to nod to him. His grip was good though, and there was really no moving.
"Just close your eyes," Master sang gently, squeezing her harder.
Aria began to choke truly. Her body involuntarily struggled against him. In her mind, there was no will to fight against him. This was how much he cared for her. So much that he could never let her go or set her free. So much that although he wanted her more than anything, he knew he could not have her because those outside forces would forever interfere.
He continued to sing, his deep voice both magnificent and melancholy. "You'll be alright." Master took in a shaky breath. "No one can hurt you now..."
Only he could. Only Master. Only the person that Aria loved so much as to savor as he took everything from her. All possibilities to love. All possibilities to learn. All possibilities to live.
"Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound..." Master finished the song, pressing himself forward more, staring down at her face. "We will be safe. Safe in my mind, because that is the only place where we can exist. You are my song. My lullaby. My Aria. I will hold on to you, even when the music's gone... Nothing can take that away from me. No one else will ever hear you sing... So perfect." A sob wrenched his frame. "So perfect."
Aria tried to keep her eyes shut, but she could not. The last thing she wanted to see was that face. That beautiful, perfect face with the eyes that told her everything, and the lips that had once covered her body in the most tender kisses. She wanted to tell him everything. She wanted to cry. But, all she could do was look at him, her bloodshot eyes full of pain and emotion as the remains of oxygen escaped her. Her body spasmed once, violently, and then she became still.
"I know. I know," he murmured. "I love you, too."