Gavin / Saturday evening the end

Comfort and satisfaction is never enough. There’s never too much. My body twitches and he contorts my cunt with his fingers. I don't even want to come anymore, I just want to hurt. I tell him so. He throws me around the bed. Pinned on my side. He begins to pinch and grope my beasts. Squeezed and disfigured. Its agony. I wince and bleat he tells me to shut up, and I fight him back and he uses his heel to repeatedly kick me in the ribs. I want a tussle. I don't want it to be easy. He quickly over powers me. On top of my body, his knee between my thighs, hands pinned.

He comments on my predicament. I feel arousal wet my lips. I smirk and swallow hard.

He places my hands on his chest and tells me not to move them. He reigns smacks down on my face and breasts. Injury after injury. I am feeble and red faced. He moves me again and pushes my head down on his cock. I suck at him ravenously until he decides to change the location. On his back, in the lounge I continue to suck him while be blows white smoke from his mouth into the cool air of the room. Time stretches and twists out in front of us in a plume, and my memory now appears in flickers. He pushes my face into the glass french doors at one point, threatens to make me sleep outside in the cold, on the balcony. Bare and ashamed. I snivel and cry and beg him not to make me. Afraid of heights, afraid of him. I think he threatens to burn me with a cigarette then but I don't quite remember...

”Please don't make me sleep outside. Please don't make me sleep outside”.

I cry and snivel, a crumpled mess on the rug. 

He breaths in my face, his face uncomfortably close. I flinch and try to cover my ears. He tries to pull my hands away. Its driving me mad, its irritating beyond belief. It makes me twitch and feel sick. Still scared, still wanting and then it all stops. 

White silence.

My brain begins to drain like a plug hole. 

I’ve given in.

I have completely given up.

Hours, days, evenings, of sex, exquisite pleasure, humiliation and abuse, My body hurts, my head is numb and I just don't feel. 

I don't feel anything.

And its perfect.

Its beautiful.

Nothing he could do right now could change it.

He shakes me, tries to scare me, I hear him drop metal objects on the near by table. It doesn't matter what they are now. I don't flinch anymore. I don't care. He puts his hands on me softly. He doesn't know me well enough to know who I am, here. What girl I am, what a mess I am, what a perfect empty mess. 

I feel him gently start to stroke my skin. Soothing me and pulling me towards the heat of his body. He runs his hands through my hair and strokes my face. I have no one to be and nothing to say. I am no one and I feel nothing. I am his and everything and I am not at all. 

We go to bed together. 

I sleep deeply.

I wake up for more.