Ryland stares vacantly at the phone and sees himself three nights ago, naked on the plastic sheet on Tisha's floor. The handset's numbers waver before his eyes:
9.
Tisha's whip: the first whiplash always hurts.
8.
Another! Stinging.
7.
Whipcrack! Burning.
6.
"Your punishment, Daniel," Tisha hisses; Crack!
5
She, grunting with effort. He, moaning: Yes God- punish me- absolve- me of- my weaknesses.
4.
Crack! Trembling.
3.
Ryland moansobs: ecstatic, blissful, tearlashed pain.
2.
Faster. Harder. Bite!
1.
Almost... there, whipcrack, whole body vibrating in stingling nirvana "I'm bad!" he shouts, coming.
0.
"Daniel!"
Tisha destroys his reverie. "Telephone?"
Lisa Williams over 4 years ago
OK. Now I'm not going to be able to even blink until the next part.
Loving the jumping between apartments/characters/thoughts breaks the story up but tells it well. (Just reread that- no idea if that makes sense- soz rather tired) X