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Harley wakes up aching and alone. Her body is hot and tight; teeth marks pepper her skin, outlined in fading red smears. There are so many, trailing down her neck, her breasts, the insides of her arm, creating patterns on her hips. She can't remember getting half of them. The indentations are gone now, but the bruises remain. They throb with every movement.
It ain't altogether pleasant, but thinking of their originator makes it so.
"In the end, you did struggle."
Christina walks in, visibly amused. She's smirking into her pocket mirror while re-applying her smudged lipstick. Harley nearly chokes on her beauty. Christina's hair is tumbling around her open blouse, her skirt and pantyhose lie abandoned on the floor. Her pale skin's beckoning for marks of Harley's making.
Christina awards her a tight smile. "I'm impressed."
"You nearly killed me," Harley says, breath faltering. It's infuriating, it's hilarious, but above all it's irrelevant in the face of Christina's praise.
"Isn't that what I do? Take you to that special edge?" She snaps the mirror closed. "Besides, you didn't use your safeword. How was I to know what went on in your funny little head?"
"Very cute."
Harley doesn't have a safeword. What's the point? Half the time, Christina wouldn't listen. The other half she'd spend exploiting Harley's limits. She already holds too much power over her. Harley won't give her any more unless she asks nicely.
Besides, this game exhilarates her beyond measure. Why'd she ever want to stop?