His eyes pull me into an unimaginable universe. My body feels like it is flying, feeling the wind brushing over my arms, up my back, and blowing my hair behind me. We are soaring through the world he pulls me through. Below me, the ground passes by, and I hold onto his torso in fear that if we lose connection, I’ll plummet to the coarse, rocky floor.
My hands tighten their hold around his ribs as I feel my heart pumping in my throat. I feel his touch go up my body, to my face, and his hand pulls my gaze back to his. His touch is soft and warm. Every part of his body that touches me feels that way. In some places, his touch feels like sparks and tiny burns. But they sooth from the wind.
“Don’t look away from me,” he says. His eyes are deep, staring into me. Like he is inside of me... As if he has had me before. Confident that he will get what he wants. Like I am his to manipulate. He already knows how this will end. I’ll be as worn as a wash rag, and he still won’t be finished.
I bring one of my hands up to hold his against my face. I can either fight against him or let him consume me. The quicker I kneel, the quicker this will be over, and I can go back to the ground.
I pull his hand down, sliding it down my throat and over my chest. I lay my head back and feel the heat blow up my neck and dissipate as it mixes with the cool atmosphere. I settle his hand over one breast, and the sparks hit my nipple. His other hand resumes on my neck, stretching me out so he can have what he wants. If I curl up, he won’t get his desire, and I will regret prohibiting him from what is his.
Warmth grows between my breasts. His mouth kisses along and bites, making its way to the other nipple. If his hand doesn’t release the other breast, he may burn it off. I squeeze it and pull, only to anger him. He grunts, squeezing my breast harder and I let out a scream. The heat running over my neck brushes over my lips, and I close my mouth quickly. I don’t want to feel the fire burn my lips and mouth away.
His hand still squeezes my breast, and he pulls it down, leaving stripes of burns along my breast. I cry out, unable to scream again and his mouth bites the other nipple. My hand releases from his and flies behind me as we soar. The action causes him to pull my other hand away from him and join my other arm. My whole body is his to consume, and I’m not strong enough to bring my arms back down. I feel warmth around my wrists and look to see that there are chains around them. They are on fire, stinging my skin. The wind is still persistent, keeping me from burning up.
I feel his hand slide down my torso, stinging me along the way. As his hand reaches my hip, it stops. The stinging grows and I start to cry out, feeling the burns become more painful. His hand around my neck tightens and he cuts off my airway, now I am unable to scream or breathe.
“Be quiet my pet,” he demands, “It will be over soon.”
The pain grows and his hands dig into my hip. It is hot, and burning, and it feels as if he is carving into me. My body is held still against his, not able to move or squirm out of his hold. When I feel his hand around my neck release pressure, his other hand leaves my hip. I can breathe again, but my hip still burns. The pain is excruciating, and I let out a frustrating grunt. My heart beats in my throat again. I feel his body move into mine and my face starts to warm again. His hand wraps around the back of my neck and he pulls my head up.
“Open your eyes little pet,” he says, and I open them. They burn from the heat and wind brushing over them.
“You are mine forever, and you will never escape me. You will have no say in this life. You will learn to like it and will not get the chance to argue otherwise. Understand?”
I go to open my lips, and his other hand covers it. The burning starts to settle around my mouth. I instinctively kick my head back, but his other hand still pulls on the back of my neck. I cry out and tears start to flow out of my eyes again.
“No, no pet. I told you that you didn’t have a say any longer. My questions are demands and you will learn to do what I say when I say it.” His hand releases from my mouth enough that it doesn’t burn any longer. I blink a few times to gain focus. He continues,
“Obey me and I won’t have to punish this pretty little mouth of yours. Especially if I want this pretty little mouth to look sexy around my large cock.”
Tears leave my eyes again, and his hand leaves my mouth. I keep it shut, not wanting to feel my lips burning again. We stare at each other until a smirk grows out of his lips.
“Good little pet,” he says.
His hand around my neck releases and his hands travel down my torso. Gripping along my ribs, to my hips and pushing me further away from him. One hand settles on a hip while the other braces between my legs. He hovers in front of me. Our eyes are still set on each other. I blink and my tears fly from my eyelids. He smiles, satisfied with his trap.
My breathing picks up as the warmth of his touch grows between my legs. Little sparks hit me, on the inside of my thighs, and against my entrance down below. It makes me flinch and my body jerk. His other hand around my hips squeezes hard, and I cry out. Warmth grows from his hand, across my stomach and wraps around my back, moving up and over each of my breasts and up around my neck. My entire torso stiffens, and I feel as though it is tied by ropes. Ropes that are on fire. I’m blinded by the pain and the wind in my eyes. I close them but it only heightens the sensations. It is enough to drive you crazy. I feel as though my entire body is on fire. My entire body is on fire.
I breathe heavily and he orders me to open my eyes. I do as I’m told, and I can see parts of myself. He has tied me up with his fire; with his evil binds.
He smiles again and I cry out. His other hand presses against me below. The heat presses against my lower lips. Opening me up. I feel the heat and the wind all at once. He presses up against my clit, and it feels like he is burning it off. I cry again, feeling the sting and the heat spreading out. It makes my body hurt. My back arches and the pain resumes as his binds tighten around me. I arch my body, and the sting hits my nipples. I relax and the sting hits my clit. It’s one or the other, sometimes both.
As the continuous burning starts to become numb, my body settles. I stop fighting which way my body wants to escape. His stare becomes serious as he studies me.
“That’s it little pet. That’s it.” He speaks to me.
I almost don’t hear what he said. My body has become numb all over. My senses and all. All I can feel is the warmth. The stings along my clit and my nipples have become vibrations. Hitting them one after the other, spreading through my body. I feel like electricity. Like I could explode into millions of pieces but still be here wholly.
My cries turn into a moan. I open my eyes wider and stare at him. The fire spreads up my neck and wraps over my mouth, silencing me. He stares back at me, still serious. His breathing is strong, and his hold on me tightens. He pulls my head back, and I can no longer look into his eyes. I watch as the stars pass above us. The wind still cooling my body as his warmth presses against me all over.
His hand down below shoots sparks over my clit again. This time my body breaks into him. Relaxing into his hold. Sparks hit again and I moan. He brings himself closer, bringing his face close to mine. This time I feel the warmth and pressure grow inside of me. His hand stays on my clit, shooting the sparks. His cock fills me inside. I cry out, not able to be silent. His head is wide against my hole. He presses further and I feel as though he will rip me open. He slides in further. I scream. My walls burn from the heat. They burn from the pressure. They burn from him. I feel as though I will tear open at any second. Screaming, he continues. Reaching the end of my tunnel. Now I feel like I could die. From the pain, from the feeling of my insides rupturing at any moment.
He stills himself, sending sparks across my clit again, in temps to offset the pain I feel inside. The fuck if he thinks that is helping. Or quite the opposite. He wants me to suffer.
I feel him pull away from me, and re-enter. I cry again, he is too big for me. He is nothing close to human. My body goes numb from the pain and I think I am going to pass out. He pulls out again and re-enters. This time my body goes slack. I feel the sparks along my clit, along my nipples, but it doesn’t bring me alive. I am spent on sensations. I can only feel dead inside. He pulls out again and pushes back in, quicker this time. I don’t react or move. He pulls my head forward with his hold around my body.
“Come on little pet, wake up.” I can hear him, and I open my eyes. When I do, the pain seems to have gone from below, and I feel the sensations along my body again. Sparks and electricity shoot out from my clit, up my body, and out of my nipples. I cry out a moan and my body starts to move with his. At the motions, his body picks up speed again.
This time I feel the warmth spread inside of my body. It grows up my torso and brings heat to my face. I tilt my head back and start to moan when the sensation becomes heavier. Sparks shoot into my clit from his hand, and I explode. I open my mouth and scream. His cock fucks me deeper and deeper as the strongest orgasm passes through my body. I feel the wind blowing over my body, cooling me from the heat. Tingling sparks still leave me from below. His hold gets tighter as he grunts and slams deep into me. Sharpness hits my insides, and I scream. His orgasm starts and I feel needles of fire hitting the end of my tunnel. My walls burn from him thrusting into me, over and over. I will die from the pain.
Right when I think it is all over for me, the hold he has on my body starts to recede. He pulls his cock out of me below and the pain lessens. My breathing gets easier as my body relaxes. His hands hold me to him. We are still flying overhead. The wind feels cool against my body. It helps.
I look at him and his look is serious. When his hands brush over my hips, I hiss from pain. My right hip burns still, after everything he put me through. I look down to see it is bleeding. Something is carved into my skin, but I can’t tell what it says from the blood. When I bring my eyes back up to his, I feel scared and angry all at once. A smirk grows on his lip.
“You’re mine little pet. Forever. And no one can have you. Not even yourself.”
Now I’m only scared. What did he carve into my skin? If he says he owns me, it must be his name. What is his name? Droplets of water start to hit my skin as we continue to fly. As the water gets heavier, it feels relieving against my burning skin. It’s raining, wherever we are.
Then I notice the blood starts to wash away along my hip. It is hard to read upside down.
I make out the first letter, “D”.
Then I read the other letters.
They are in cursive, but I can make out an “ia”
Then I can see more letters,
“lo”
I start to sound it out, and by the time the blood is completely washed away, I know what it says…..
“Diablo.”