Mine

by Lady-Darkstreak

I look at you and I know, there's nothing special about you.

But all the same, you are different. I can't explain it, not now and not ever. Then again, I dont have to explain myself to anyone. You sit there, unaware of my thoughts.

Damn it turns me on.

I want you. Not to love, not to hold and whisper sweet nothings to or any of that idiotic bullshit you find in romance stories.

I want to fuck you.

I want you to look this way so I can grab your face and kiss you. You would resist me at first. I know you would. You would try to push me away.

But I won't let go.

And you will give in to me. Give in to my kiss, my hands as they explore, my body as I press it against yours. Your eyes will close and you will moan for me.

I'll love that moan.

I'll make you want me. Your clothes will be gone. I dont care if I have to rip them off your body, i'll get them off any way I can.

Then i'll bite you.

But that wont be enough. The mark I leave won't satisfy me so I'll bite you again. I'll mark you all over so everyone will know you're mine. So go ahead and protest, I know it will turn you on no matter what you say otherwise.

You are mine.

I'm going to fuck you. I know you're a virgin but that doesn't matter to me. I'm going to take you whether you like it or not. But I know you will. I'll fuck you while you scream my name. While you clutch at the sheets and cry and scream and moan for me.

The pleasure will be insane.

I know you'll feel great. Hot and tight around me. You'll begin to wonder how anyone can withstand such pure pleasure for so long. But I know you still want more. You'll want me deeper, faster, harder. I'll feel you tense and I'll know, I'll know your close to crossing the point of oblivion.

Then I'll stop.

Everything will stop. I'll pull away. I won't even touch you. You'll turn that tear-streaked face to me, those lust ridden eyes will search for why I have stopped. But I will be silent. I'll offer no clues to you.

Then you will beg.

All the dignity that you ever had will be gone. You'll beg, you'll squirm and you'll moan for me to touch you again. You want the pleasure back. It hurt at first, we both knew the pain you would have to overcome to get to this point. It will be worth it, I promise.

Then I'll touch you.

A single finger trailing across your skin. You'll shudder. You'll want more. Beg for it again. Try to position yourself to try and take what you want on your own. But it won't work. I am in control here, not you. You're my toy in this game.

I'll continue.

Just when you've given up, when you're convinced that I'll never touch you again, the pleasure will come back. Twice as hard. I'll have renewed vigour.

It won't be long now.

I'm going to fill you. I'm going to pin you down as I ask you, how does it feel? Can you feel my release filling you to the core?

Catch your breath, answer me.

I wonder if you will still appeal to me afterward. Will I still want you after I've broken you? Perhaps. I'll fuck you, and then leave you. No words of comfort will come from me, not ever. Not even when you lay bleeding on the sheets.

Perhaps I'll return.

Maybe, just to hear you scream my name again. Or maybe it will never happen again. Look this way, I dare you.

Your head turns.

You have that look, you're questioning why I'm looking at you like this. That thin thread of drool starting to run down my chin. You speak and even that is something to be aroused over, I will definitely enjoy hearing you scream.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you ask.

why would I answer such questions when I've just grabbed you by the face and kissed you? You're protesting, you're trying to get away from me.

You moan... I knew you would.

End.