Sea of Monsters - Denial

He has steel gray eyes and smells like the sea. Yes, yes, it is the sea - algae, hot white sand, salt water, and I swim in this smell, and the bottom is not visible. I am his personal little fish, which he casts ashore - cut the sides with sharp, run-in grains of quartz, shower the earth with rainbow scales until it bleeds, or lets it in - breathe and play in the currents of mood. Home is really home. You enter it, put your heart on the painfully familiar stand prepared for pain, open the cat's soul to the roots of the forest rustling by it, lie down at your feet, rub your nose against the boat and purr. And I look up from the bottom, crashed from the height of his gray gaze, but I can't get up myself. And I don't want to. My inner essence makes a stand on him with the precision of Pavlov's dog, whines like a bitch, flows to the point of wanting to fidget in my chair, feeling how painfully contracting my internal muscles. At his house I sit on the floor, tormented by a headache and painfully squinting.

-What happened to you? He asks, rolling up the sleeve of his blue shirt with cufflinks.
-Head ...-Now!

He rises with a viscous movement, standing up above me in his over six feet, and at his feet I cannot lower my eyes: and they give me up. His grin shoots with a wave of shame, I try to laugh and I start fiddling with the steel bracelet on my wrist.

-On! - analgin in His palm, a deep ragged line of life, so short interrupted by Love ...

The room rocked and I can't breathe, and the tiny white pill wheel in His palm is the only landmark in the world. Another beat of His heart, quickening, ringing around me, beating off seconds. Damn body! There are no brains at all ... a dream where I seem to be watching myself from the sidelines. Feeling His gaze, feeling my wrists go numb in the pre-space, I dip my face into His palm, take an angin with my lips, touch the Venus tubercle with my tongue, and exhale into the hot wet skin with a long moan. His fingers crawl into my hair, gently stroking the skin on the back of my head, clenching into a fist, throwing my face back.

- Hunger, my sweet slave, huh?
I try to wriggle out of his hands, panic, sobbing, trying to get up, clinging to his knees with my hands. A resounding slap in the face knocks out tears.
- I gave you permission to get up? Spread your legs and take off your panties!
Twisting in his fist to dark spots in my eyes, holding it so painfully, I struggle to maintain my composure.
- Should I repeat it twice? You won't like the second rep, I guarantee you!
I close my eyes, roll the strings of my panties over my thighs, dying of shame that I have leaked so. Threads of fluid cobweb trails fall on the thighs, betraying me.
- Look at me!

His eyes are very close, I see brown specks on the dark gray iris, dark ends of eyelashes, wrinkles near the eyes which always softens His face. Always. But not now. The animals eat cruelly. The prey loves this cruelty, feeds it with reeds, sticks its neck out, whines out, asking for painful bites. He lets go of my hair, touches me between my legs, and I stubbornly purse my lips so as not to moan hiding my face in the crook of the elbow. His pulse pounds on the tip of my nose, my fingers slide inward, I muscle my way, frightened, open and completely defenseless.

- Does it hurt?
-Scary ... -What are you afraid of?
Himself…He runs his fingers along the inner upper wall, I lean towards them, sitting down on them, trying to kiss Him, He moves away with a laugh.
-I'm not a fan of kissing my dolls ... You have not been pleased enough yet, bitch. Show me how you cum.
-Mmm ...

He continues to rudely push his fingers inside splaying them apart opening me up painfully as I contract around them. He pushes in deeper ignoring my cries. Stroking aggressively, fingers covered and sticky from my fluids. I can feel myself squirt and I convulse violently shaking. Thick white cream running down also as he enters even deeper, painfully. I cannot stop this powerful intense orgasm. He whispers "Don't' stop until I tell you, you can" And with these words unleash another wave of pleasure and pain. Tingling from head to toes as my lips touch his body breathing heavily. He pushes his fingers into my ass as he presses strongly in both holes seemingly trying to touch his fingers together. I continue to cum... He has told me I cannot stop and my mind is entranced in this pain. Desperately wanted his pulsating cock to fill me. I need to feel it convulsing with powerful contractions as it explodes inside of me. The drugs he gave me only intensify the sensation and cloud my mind as the puddle grows on the floor around my knees. This paralyzing lusciousness of pain. As I an endless stream of fluid runs over his fingers he removes his hand. Taking the wand vibrator and pressing it to my throbbing engorged clit, immediately a fresh stream as I fall to the floor and he presses it hard against me.

My eyes roll back the ecstasy in full control. I curse him as I find his pulsating cock taking in my mouth, my tongue tracing every bend as I try to concentrate on his pleasure regardless of the overwhelming pain while he continues to jam his hand inside me. Desperate to taste his cum in my mouth or in my abdomen. Really both. Sweat covering both of us... I continue to take him deep inside my mouth and his fingers inside me slow down so I know I am pleasing him. I continue which only intensifies my need to orgasm again now that the steady stream has stopped for a moment. He has not said I could stop and so waves of anxiety hit and I stroke my clit in order to start the next wave feeling a lack of lubrication. Practically clawing at myself to restart the flow. I know that if I make cum that I surely will as well. He slaps my ass hard and I continue taking him all the way in my warm mouth trying not to gag. Licking every inch of this hot spear as he grabs my head pulling my long hair. I continue stroking my clit feeling the build up again as trickles run down my leg.

My tongue skillfully working around the head waiting for his command. Each time the pre-cum enters my mouth I slow down because if he cums before he tells me I definitely suffer the wrath. His cock jerks in my mouth over and over seeming to get hotter and larger. Finally he says, "finish" and I know he cannot take this torture anymore. I apply pressure and swiftly run my tongue on the tip and all around the head. He grasps my hair tightly as he groans pushing all the way into my throat. I can't breathe but I cannot pull away as thick viscous fluid pours into my throat. Each contraction is stronger than the last. All I can do is keep trying to swallow. Suddenly I start to shake violently my own fluids squirting and running out of me as I have a huge full body orgasm. I almost pass out but he releases me. So I cough and gasp for air. He takes the wand vibrator and pushes it back on my clit as I scream and try to pull away. This extends my orgasm which I thought was not possible. Convulsing, he says did I tell you you could stop cumming. With those words another wave hits. I feel dizzy and he finally says, you can stop now. And I curl up on the floor spent but wanting him to enter me.

-It is desirable with a pleasant audio accompaniment, your crushed groans are not included in my plans today, lie down coldly ...
He pushs me onto the carpet, continuing to caress me, I get lost in the movements of His fingers, fiery-red wet balls roll down my belly, grow with a sweet painful hum ... well, still, I dance in front of him with my hips, I don't hear my own screams, I die in front of him, open , it seems, to the very soul ... I almost lose consciousness before, and I come to myself dissatisfied when His face is close, close, and a wet finger in my lubricant outlines my lower lip.
- Live, stupid fish ... You will be useful to me again, girl!
And the smell of the sea that fills the room ... His smell, in which to swim and swim, if He will.
-Go to hell! - I say with dry lips in His smile, and he laughs with a low velvet laugh and suddenly kisses deeply and for a long time, I am stroking his chest with some kind of gentle movement until tears.
- You are a very bad doll, I want to take care of you ... I have something damn unpleasant for you, Hel, this does not allow me to play tasty with you. Resist, get up. What a puddle you are, you are strong!
–I… get off me, I struggle with him… so that he… he uses his strength harshly…
–I use you roughly. Do not Cry!
But it's too late. I turn on my side under him, huddle into a ball, tears streaming, hugging myself by the shoulders. The lower abdomen throbs painfully, slips unpleasantly between the legs. Uncooled excitement only adds points in the growing hysteria.
“I'm sorry, I… I wanted to."
Wormwood bitterness grows in the larynx, and I want to swallow it, but it's hard for me even to breathe ...
- Don't! - I push Him away, awkwardly trying to hug me, - Deliver me, please!
Outside the window, the evening twilight is getting thicker. We don't turn on the light. The darkness covers us, and we sit, without changing positions until the very night. There is nothing to talk about. In silence, too much is clear anyway. His eyes flicker dimly in the dimness of the room and call to him closer - to the sea full of monsters that want to devour me. These are not my monsters. This is not my man. This is not my night.
–I’ll go…
–Wait… - catches by the forearm, kisses the neck, and the warm hand on the lower back makes me shudder and move closer to Him.
- everyone! Played, and that's enough, fuck is not necessary, you already exceeded the program!
There is a kind of dull melancholy in His dilated pupils, in a smile that barely lifted the corners of his narrow, dry lips. I take His face in my hands, very gently kiss somewhere
in the notch between the lip and nose, in the dimple on the chin, stroking the cheekbone overgrown with bristles with my fingers.
- Hunger, kitty, I'm sorry, you're so tasty ... -
Learn to control yourself!
-Yes, you know how much it cost me to stop today!
We stand opposite each other, and I even clench my fists - I barely reach His chin, but I hold my gaze, and a wave of anger chokes to orange spots before my eyes.
- Hush, forgive me, I will try, my stupid impudent one ...

Already in the taxi I receive a message: "If you say YES, I will take care of you, I promise!"
"Protect" is not the right word, it is not enough for me. To protect is not to love.
I delete the message. I promise never to meet face to face again. Just work and dry friendship. I am a bad player against such a House. Hunger will bring me to my knees
before Him sooner or later. To play these games - I'm a masochist ...
I need delicious Pain ...