Chapter 3 : The Beating

Once he had her take a whole week off and came at her place to beat her up, with fists and feet, so hard he actually bruised his own hand: mostly he was unaccustomed to violence, which was why he felt a prurient curiosity for it, like a virgin’s obsession with the forms and details of the female body. That time he broke her nose and covered her in bruises, which he came back to her place the following days to inspect over the various stages of their healing.

He had wanted to know how it felt but as it turned out he did not really like that. “Although if I did,” he said, “I would do it to you every day.”

He did find it funny, however, to ejaculate on her bruises and make her rub his semen on them as if it was a salve, and in some way it felt that way to her, a soothing relief that entered through her injured skin, not as intently as it would through her mucous membranes, but still marvelous and arresting. At the height of this feeling she almost wished he would do it everyday indeed.