01/19/2012
Beauty is not in the eye of the beholder, rather in the beholder of the eyes.
My body began to shake, starting from my toes then sparking till it hit my neck. Heat. My cotton white V-neck began to stick to my chest, as I became increasingly aware of my heated pelvic region. Great time to get a boner, tied up in the wooden chair in my boyfriend's living room. I willed myself to focus on anything other than the wooden log between my legs. Watari in a Speedo would have done the trick if Beyond hadn't strutted into the room.
"Lawlipop seems to be enjoying himself I see," Beyond cooed after taking a nice big lick to a Chupa Chups, Irony.
Liquid tickled as it rolled drown the curve of my body lip. Was it sweat or drool? I found comfort in knowing Beyond knew as much as me about the substance. However, Beyond was a chemistry scholar, he'd test both theories in a minute; preferably taste test.
" Alright, you won the bet, but its over. You said you would tie me up for an hour. I'm pretty sure it's been three, " I took my heart and placed it in my eyes. Entreating was my only hope at this point.
" Silly L, It hasn't even been ten minutes. Besides you're forgetting the agreement"
My throat knotted
"What agreement?"
" You said and I quote ' If I'm wrong than you can tie me up and torture me for an hour.' Seeing as though you're already very comfortable…" The last syllable was a grunt as he yanked hard tightening the thick straw rope that bound me with one forceful yank.
"No!"
" Oh but yes." He chided smugly as he breathed these three words against my neck. His breath smelt of sugary strawberry. I closed my eyes in euphoria.
Big mistake.
The sound of ripping fabric snapped my eyes open; $80 down the drain.
" That shirt was expensive you shitface!" I shifted my weight furiously trying the break free of my binds. Futile.
" Phsya I know I BOUGHT IT FOR YOU."
Tally the score.
L: Nada.
Beyond: 1
A shimmer caught my eye, something glistened in the palm of his hand against the light. It had finally set in that I was defenseless to any tricks Beyond had up his sleeve. Denial was over. Fear set in. I searched his bright red eyes for any sign of sanity, and found none. There was no sanity in Shinigami eyes only torture and chaos sealed in the most beautiful of scarlet reds.
Red was always his favorite color.
" Now stay still Lawlipop. I'm going to paint you a picture."
The object glistened again; a razor blade. With my chest fully exposed and my limbs tightly bound, you can imagine how thrilled I was to be part of this portrait. He brought the razor to my sweat dripping pale skin and made his first stroke. I watched, mesmerized by the long bubble of crimson that was pulled from this sharp object as it gently kissed my skin. I moaned a low soft throaty grunt, something animalistic.
" Mmm so masochistic…" His hot fruity breath pressed against my navel. Then he stuck his long pink tongue out and licked the cut clean.
Another growl like grunt erupted from my chest. I was sure he felt it vibrate against his tongue. Big mistake. The paint strokes became thicker and faster, like lashes of whips against my chest. Beyond licked me clean after every cut. The monster in my chest grew louder and louder, roaring in pain and ecstasy. I was sure this torment would never end and was oddly disappointed when it did. With no words, Beyond casually left the living room. A shot of panic ran up my spine. I became more aware of the hardness of the chair. Would he leave me like this all night?
Finally Beyond returned, holding a long thick black rope whip in his hand. He swung it in no particular direction, making me jolt at the crack it made in the air.
" Now for the torture " His ruby eyes glistened.
No trace of sanity in them.