Morning Light

I feel the light before I open my eyes. It is a bright morning outside the dark red curtains of the bedroom. I shift a little under the covers and Sensei's grip on me tightens. He murmurs something in his sleep that I cannot hear. I look at the clock. 7:28. I am usually up by now, but Sensei told me that I did not need to rise early the next morning. At least, I think he did. My memories of the night before are hazy. Only because there were so many sensations!

I snuggle under the covers more and smile as I remember. Sensei speaks again. I hear the words "smoothness" and "radiance", but that is all I can distinguish. Sensei often talks in his sleep. As I move, the covers brush my leg, and I gasp. There is a sharp, stinging pain there. Oh yes. The scratches. I lift the covers a little to look, but Sensei's arm is in the way. Oh well.

I lay very still, and try to remember our night again. But it is still hazy. So I let the sensations wash over me instead. Mostly I remember his hands. He has long, smooth hands, that would suit a piano player more then a warrior. And he knows how to use them! To give me pain as well as pleasure. Stroking, and tickling, and feather touches, and grasping, and shoving, and brushing, and.....always knowing were to play. But there is pain also. Scratching, and slapping, although, never my face and never a closed fist. Those are the rules. And there is server punishment for breaking the rules. Especially for Sensei. A man like Sensei...other men have feared Sensei in battle, so a delicate woman such as myself, is totally at his mercy in the bedroom. And he knows it. He takes his duties seriously.

Sensei sighs, rolls onto his back and says my name. I hold my breath, waiting for his strong grasp as he awakens, but nothing. He is still sleeping. I smile, and carefully turn so I can look at him. I lay on my tummy so my scratches are not touched too much by the bed clothes, and then lay my head on his chest and listen to his heart. It is slow and steady now. I remember its feverish beat of last night, and sigh. I remember his sigh of contentment.

I remember his hands as he investigated every inch of my body. Was I still the same as when he had left? Had I changed? Was I still his? He always checks, and he is always happy with what he finds, even if things have changed. Each change would be investigated and he would ask. And he would not let me tell him lies. Sensei knows me too well.

After the investigation, I was ready. But he was not. Or he was not willing to let me off easily. There is teasing to come yet. There are words to come as well. To make me giggle, and gasp, and shiver, and never take my eyes off his. His hands wander and his tongue is not still, and I am not quiet. But he must have his fill of teasing. It is not often that this is missed. Last night was no exception.

And then, I remember things that are even less concrete. The slow movements. The softness. The length of movement. The sounds. His voices as he lets his guard down, for the first time since he has been home. The animal noises that escape. Him looking up at me. His eyes were black in the soft light. They are intense, they are still. They are only on my face. He wants to see pleasure. He will not stop till he is satisfied with what he sees. And Sensei Kowaku always gets what he wants.

Suddenly, I notice that his hand is now between my legs.

"You are awake my lady"

I blush. He has caught me off-guard, in my reminiscing.

"Yes, Sensei"

"And what is my lady Hidenka thinking of first thing in the morning, that ....tastes so delicious?"

He lifts his fingers to his mouth. I know he is smiling, though I cannot, dare not, look at his face. He knows very well what I am thinking of. Sensei is a clever man. And teasing me gives him such pleasure.

"I do not know what you mean Sensei"

He likes when I tease back.

"Does my lady need to be reminded of ..... the pleasures that I can give her? Or is she still tired from last night?"

"Not tired Sensei....."

"Then what? Look at me Hidenka"

I look at his face. His eyes are clear. He moves his hand to my face, brushing my leg. I gasp. He is concerned at once.

"My lady? You are hurt? Did I hurt you?"

I have to smile. Sometimes Sensei is not aware of the strength he possess.

"You ...... I have some small scratches is all. But there is nothing......."

He sits up at once, taking me with him.

"Let me see"

It is an order. I sit back from him and show my legs. There is a small amount of blood on the sheets and some on me. He looks and then kisses my forehead.

"Lie back down. I will fetch what I need from the bathroom. Then I will tend to you"

He pulls back the sheets and I lay. He heads to the bathroom. I smile. Although Sensei was concerned by my scratches, he was also ready to be "tended to" himself.