A r e y o u s t i l l w i t h m e . . . ?
B l e e d everybody bleeds same as you and me.
"I'll be very careful." Sir said calmly and was opening the cap of the shampoo when he saw his pet crawling closer. He raised an eyebrow, the water at his back and drenching him. His bangs fell into his eyes and he swiped them back with frustration. He saw his pet was on his knees in front of him.
No...No...Sir gave a little shake of his head, water droplets flying. No...Too close...Sir felt himself back into the wall of the shower, feet clenching to the slick tub floor. Every warning was going off like fireworks in his heads and something like panic crept through him. He remembered the kiss, how he felt, that he had felt anything at all. And then the second kiss...But he wasn't in control of this. He did not want his pet to do this.
"Pet...Don't do...Anything...I am warning you now..." he said through grit teeth when his pet looked up at him but then the damn slut was looking at something else...
"Pet...Do-" He was cut off and his voice trembled embarrassingly when he felt that...that...Tongue! On him there! The shampoo bottle fell from his hand with a clatter and his hand was left trying to hold onto something and just sliding on the wet shower wall. It was...Hot...As in...The tongue burned him and he couldn't tell if that felt good or if he was just feeling the sin of his slut tainting him branding him.
"Slut! Stop!" he managed to get out and his hand reached down to yank the filthy slut off of him, feeling one hand on his hip...The other hand made a shiver shock through his body...It...It..."Stop it. Don't. ********..." Sir bit his lip because nothing was worse then those noises coming from him. He tried to stop himself...This wasn't supposed to happen. He was in charge. This wasn't supposed to...
That damn tongue slid over him and Sir felt himself making little panting noises and he couldn't look down or else he feared it would never leave his sight. Instead he closed his eyes and tried to make the screaming in his head die down. It felt too good...So ******** good...His eyes snapped opened again as he felt the sucking and shook his head again, his free hand clamping over his mouth. He could feel the noises trying to escape, muffled now by his hand. Oh God...
"Stop...Pet...Slut...." He was so close...He had to stop this...He couldn't let this happen...He shuddered again, more little noises slipping out of his mouth and he bit his hand until it bled when that blond head started to bob on him and Sir could feel himself sliding farther and farther down that hot, tight heat...Sir's mind searched for some way to stop this, but he couldn't...He could...Could...Pull that mouth off of him...He should do that but...It felt so ******** good and his toes curled as something hot and almost painful tightened in his stomach.
"Kanade!" he heard himself call out and really, that was the worse...He had only been thinking the name because he had wanted to try and use that to stop his pet, but it had come out at the worst time and he squeezed his eyes shut tightly, feeling his knees shake. He slid bonelessly to the tub and felt the water pound at his back...His head hung as he tried to catch his breath, eyes staring blindly at the bottom of the tub as he tried to gather his thoughts.
No...No...Sir gave a little shake of his head, water droplets flying. No...Too close...Sir felt himself back into the wall of the shower, feet clenching to the slick tub floor. Every warning was going off like fireworks in his heads and something like panic crept through him. He remembered the kiss, how he felt, that he had felt anything at all. And then the second kiss...But he wasn't in control of this. He did not want his pet to do this.
"Pet...Don't do...Anything...I am warning you now..." he said through grit teeth when his pet looked up at him but then the damn slut was looking at something else...
"Pet...Do-" He was cut off and his voice trembled embarrassingly when he felt that...that...Tongue! On him there! The shampoo bottle fell from his hand with a clatter and his hand was left trying to hold onto something and just sliding on the wet shower wall. It was...Hot...As in...The tongue burned him and he couldn't tell if that felt good or if he was just feeling the sin of his slut tainting him branding him.
"Slut! Stop!" he managed to get out and his hand reached down to yank the filthy slut off of him, feeling one hand on his hip...The other hand made a shiver shock through his body...It...It..."Stop it. Don't. ********..." Sir bit his lip because nothing was worse then those noises coming from him. He tried to stop himself...This wasn't supposed to happen. He was in charge. This wasn't supposed to...
That damn tongue slid over him and Sir felt himself making little panting noises and he couldn't look down or else he feared it would never leave his sight. Instead he closed his eyes and tried to make the screaming in his head die down. It felt too good...So ******** good...His eyes snapped opened again as he felt the sucking and shook his head again, his free hand clamping over his mouth. He could feel the noises trying to escape, muffled now by his hand. Oh God...
"Stop...Pet...Slut...." He was so close...He had to stop this...He couldn't let this happen...He shuddered again, more little noises slipping out of his mouth and he bit his hand until it bled when that blond head started to bob on him and Sir could feel himself sliding farther and farther down that hot, tight heat...Sir's mind searched for some way to stop this, but he couldn't...He could...Could...Pull that mouth off of him...He should do that but...It felt so ******** good and his toes curled as something hot and almost painful tightened in his stomach.
"Kanade!" he heard himself call out and really, that was the worse...He had only been thinking the name because he had wanted to try and use that to stop his pet, but it had come out at the worst time and he squeezed his eyes shut tightly, feeling his knees shake. He slid bonelessly to the tub and felt the water pound at his back...His head hung as he tried to catch his breath, eyes staring blindly at the bottom of the tub as he tried to gather his thoughts.
Pour and m i x our lives together and flow into the streets.
A m I m a k i n g m y s e l f c l e a r . . . ?
