Bayonetta's Abuse VI – Flames Of Passion

Can deep love abide between Mistress and slave? Or will it always be a matter of sex and punishment? Only a trial by fire will tell. :(( :8:

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Bayonetta's Abuse VI - Flames Of Passion

James was deep asleep as the rain pitter-pattered against the large, arched window opposite the bed. Only the smallest amount of light crept into the large bedroom, the grey, cloud-filled sky creating a dark and ominous day outside. As Bayonetta began to stir, she held her hand up to her face, the hangover pounding at her skull as she slowly extended her long legs and rose from the bed.

“Fuck me...”

She staggered across the dreary room, head in hand, grasping for the light switch blindly. Finding it, she turned the light on, her headache flaring as the bright bathroom light bulbs beamed into her eyelids. “Ahhh! DAMMIT!” She hastily opened the medicine cabinet, popped two tylenol and turned back into the main room, her eyes still adjusting.

She stopped at her dresser and pulled out a bra and a pair of her black, satin, ultra-stretch panties, gradually dressing herself as her head continued to buzz. She slipped into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, grumbling as her morning wood was tucked tightly against her thigh. A light rumble of thunder echoed in the distance as she made her way back to the bed. She observed her slave sleeping peacefully, probably dreaming about a normal life... chasing skirts, drinking with his buddies, whatever it was that he did when he still had his freedom. As she gazed down at him, the memories of the night before started to rush into her mind, and the more she remembered, the colder her eyes became.

*SMACK*

“Wake up you little shit!”

The fierce crack across his face brought him around almost immediately, James' cheek smarting painfully and his eyes blinking as the face of an angry mistress came into focus. ”Ughhhnn..... good morning to you too.”

“I am NOT in the mood for your sarcastic bullcrap. Get up!”

As he began to rise, she grabbed him by the arm, yanking him off the bed and onto his feet, pulling him quickly towards the bathroom as he struggled to keep his balance. She shoved him roughly into the bathroom and he almost fell into the tub, a quick grab of her towel rack saving him from a nasty collision.

“Shit, shower and shave. I'm going to go get the car. By the time I'm back, you'd better be clean as a whistle.”

The door slammed loudly, and as James pulled himself to a full standing position he could hear a chair being roughly wedged into the door, locking him inside.

'......Well, looks like I'm in the dog house.'

An hour and a half later they were both back on the road, presumably heading to her apartment, although James wasn't sure. The rain poured down in loud sheets as they drove, thunder and lightning cracking acro