Your back slams against the wall.
How ******* could you?
I grab your neck.
I can feel your pulse changing under the pressure of my hand.

"Are you afraid?"

An unpleasant, constricted sound just barely escaping your lips
fills the silence.
The moment last seconds.
No answer.
My fingers slowly press in.
I can grab harder, but instead tighten my grip on you
just enough
for you to start clawing at my hand, wordlessly begging me
to let you breathe.

Three seconds. You become desperate.
I could **** you. The thought leaves me breathless
and my pants are suddenly too tight.
"I'll stop killing you
when you stop begging me not to."

I loosen my grip without noticing.
God, you look so good begging.
You gasp.
You took in all the air you could as quickly as possible.
You feared you wouldn't have a chance to collect that much air again.
Slowly, I loosen my grip on you.
I pull my hand away, my fingers lightly grazing your chin.
I'm not sure if I intended to caress you or not.

You feared me.

You placed your hand on your throat, as if to soothe the pain of knowing I hurt you.
I felt no regret.
A grin decorates my mouth.
"You're scared.", I say. I sound impressed.
You thought I was going mad. You look away, disturbed.
"No." I grab your jaw, force you to look at me.
I spoke between teeth, angry. Demanding.
I'm grabbing hard, but you don't pull away. You know better.
I tilt your head to the side, leaning in,
your scent filling me,
I whisper in your ear.

The words drip like saliva, stringing together as if they were one long word.
In a single breath, the sentence holding all the air I kept inside.
My breath waltzing with my voice.

"Your fear satisfies me."

A small, breathless sigh escapes your lungs, I hear it.
"You love it.."
My hand creeps in, fingers on the back of your head, grabbing your hair lightly.
"..Don't you?"

Your head falls back, your eyelids closing unevenly.
You're unraveling before me.

I lick your neck.
You moan.

God, I want to hurt you.
I need to hurt you.

I lick the back of your ear, grabbing the sides of your neck with both hands now.
My tongue glides to your lips.
You're barely responding, drowning in ecstasy.
I lick your lower lip, but I don't force my way inside.

In all but a whisper, I manage to push out the words.
"Let me in."

You part your lips
and all hell breaks loose.

I invade your mouth.
My hands suddenly pinning your shoulders back on the wall
with the force of someone who's losing their grip on self-control.
I groan, gasp, exhale sharply.
I take off my shirt, reattaching my tongue to yours as quickly as I can.
I rip your shirt open.
A button hits the floor with a click and I don't care what I'm breaking
because I am about to break you.

I am a slave to a monster
who can't get enough out of controlling you
and I can't care because your skin is so tight,
your chest is drowning in my touch, I can hear your pulse and my pants just might break.

I'm consumed by lust and a need to tear something apart.
You're so ******* close to me, so hot to the touch,
that I probably wouldn't mind
letting myself
have the pleasure
of deciding to tear you
apart.

I pull up your skirt.
I pull down the remaining cloth.
I can't unbuckle my pants fast enough.
My **** springs up, I feel it hit my stomach.
"Jump." I command.
You're practically drunk.
You listen, you try, it's pathetic.
I grab your thighs, pull you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around me.
If I weren't so desperate, I'd consider teasing you to wake you up a bit,
but I'm just so hungry.
I need it.
The monster inside of me is hungry
and I don't know if this is me or him,
I don't know if I want you or the control I have over you.

I practically slide in.
I don't go slow.
I can't care.

You're looking at me, drifting into what seems like sleep.
You look angry, maybe worried, or just lost in lust.
I can't tell. I don't want to. I'm sorry.
I bury my face in the crook of your neck.
I'm almost whimpering.
****, you're getting tighter.
I'm going to lose myself to this monster.
I'm going to lose you.
I'm going to-
I'm gonna- I'm gonna ******* come, I-
No.

I pull out of you, setting you down, pulling myself away from you.
I stand, try to calm the building tension in my gut.
My legs are shaking slightly.
I clench my jaw, groan through teeth.
I carefully try to let myself fall, I lay down, my back kissing the cold floor.
The pressure dissipates a bit.

What the **** am I doing?
Why do I want to stop?
Who am I trying to punish?

I groan, the words trying to form on my tongue.
I just want relief.
I whimper. I'm a pathetic mess.

You've been observing me.
You look serious, more awake.
I think I've angered you.
I grab my head, pushing up my eyebrows, not having the energy to tear out my hair.
I don't know anymore.
I want it to stop, I want more.
Maybe you pity me.

You walk slowly towards me, surprisingly calm. You're legs don't shake.
You position yourself so your slit hovers just above me.

You vengeful little *****.

I look down, I could be inside of you if I buck my hips up an inch or two.
"****." I whisper.
My hands slide down a bit, covering my eyes.
"Please..just **** me already, please just ******* ride me, please."

I'm begging.
I've never begged before.

Something feels off, and I remove my hands to see one of yours
just inches away from my face.
"Lick." you say.

You don't sound very demanding,
but you aren't asking, either.
I think you're angry. I don't know.
I don't care.
My tongue peeks out, I lick the palm of your hand slowly.
I move up to your fingers, look at you in an attempt to understand.

You seemed displeased, unsatisfied.
"Slobber." you manage to say.
That sounded demanding.

I'm hesitant, but desperate.
My tongue moves, my eyelids drooping down.
My right brow rises more than my left one.
They've always done that.
I feel concern..maybe pleasure.

I moan softly
and suddenly I'm able to take it slow.
Something has sedated me.

I forget you can hear me.
I moan again, my breath bouncing back at me; it's warm.
Why am I enjoying this...?

I don't forget what I want.
"Please.." I start saying.
You remove your hand, a string of drool forming, breaking and falling back into my mouth.

you grab me, I gasp. You start pumping slowly.
Holy ****..

My hands were resting beside me the entire time.
While my tongue slid around the palm of your hand, my hands did nothing.
I didn't stop it. I didn't stop you.
I didn't stop myself.

I grab at my hair, just to grasp something.
You start gaining speed.
My saliva is covering my **** and I love it.
I'm pathetic, but I can't care for dignity anymore.
Just.. "Don't stop."
My voice nearly gone, all the air in my lungs running away
with my words.

Don't stop. Don't stop.
I'm moaning again.
"Faster.."

"Ah..fu-ck."
I just.. want more. I want more.
"Hhhah..ahh.."
At this rate, I might actually--
You tear your hand away.
"Wh-? No.."
I look to see you on top of me.

You look at me strangely.
"Do you want it?" you ask,
your hands creeping, pulling at me, as if to drive me inside of you.

I don't hesitate to answer.
"Please, please, more than anything, please I just-"
My eyes close.
"I just can't take it anymore,
please just **** me, please."

"Only if you say that again." I hear you say.

I open my eyes to you trying to hide a smile.
"You ******* *****." I whisper, making sure you hear me.

You finally smile and I know you're not kidding.

"..Please."
I'm just so desperate.
"Please just **** me..
I can barely breathe.

please."