I Would Have Given Him Everything

With a cry it tumbles down and in. It shoves itself within me, all of that heat and light narrowing down to a pinprick that is centered right in the middle of my chest. Burning like a microscopic black hole that is sucking me in until I can feel myself start to collapse a moment before it explodes outwards.

I try to breathe but I can't. The air is pushed out of my lungs and even though they're gasping they can't get enough. I am just scrabbling, **** to break above the surface of water while I remain trapped below, the chains getting tighter and shorter as they pull me deeper into the depths.

It is not cold down here. It's hot instead. Boiling the further down I go and burbling around me. Roiling as it makes me spasm and shake, as I lose control of my body and it rocks through tight muscles spasms that relax into nothing only to ratchet up the tension again.

Out of control. I am so goddamn out of control as I try to scream but nothing comes out. Wordless and soundless as the climax rocks through me and still that hollow emptiness at the heart of it. That one place he didn't touch.

I need more. I need more than I'm going to get but he's willing to give a little more than he means to me or at least he's unable to control himself.

His hands tighten on me while he grunts like an animal in my ear and my asshole, still tight around him, is flexed a little as his cock expands.

Pulsing he erupts with heat within me. It blossoms deep inside of me and dammit, all it does is set off another series of waves. This one in opposite time to the first, perfectly synchronized so that every high is sustained and every low is a depth that I'll never recover from. So that at all times I am feeling all at once and any chance of breaking the surface is washed away as I am swept into the depths.

It feels like it's been hours since I've been able to breathe and centuries since I've had any control over myself. Darkness sets in around me as I slump, utterly spent by the moment and the pleasure that has remade me and Blake drops back and out of me, letting me slide cruelly down to the ground and puddle in the filth of the alley.

Discarded. Like I'm nothing. Like I'm trash. But I don't give a damn.

Because the heat of him is still lingering in me and I can feel his seed sloshing deep inside of my body. And if I can feel it I can savor it for every moment that it will give me, curling up into the fetal position and hugging my face into my knees as one last self defense.

This way he can't see my smile, or my tears.

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