Breaking You

I can see the fear in your eyes, fear that you try to mask as anger. We play this game all the time. Don\'t we, my pretty angel?

The colors of you blend together so beautifully: The violet of your eyes. The ebony of your hair. The silver of the chains twisting around your wrists. The crimson of the blood smeared over your skin.

I run my fingernails over your chest, dragging them through the knife trails I made only moments before. I watch you arch, in pleasure and pain, as I reopen the skin. I lick up the red liquid, slowly, savoring the sight of you struggling, trying not to moan. A pale blush comes to your cheeks, making you look so delicate, and so perfect.

It makes me want to ruin you even more.

I sink to my knees, looking into your face as I did so. I take hold your narrow pelvis, smirking when your body stills. You fight me even more now, as you always do. You can never deny me when you\'re in my mouth, hot and pulsing and tasting of salt.

I can hear you whimper. It only makes me harder. I work your erection in my mouth, caressing with my tongue. You choke and gasp, trying to pull away. My hands hold you firm, clutching your shaking hips. Resist me as you may now, you will beg for my touch if I let you go.

The cs abs above your head clank softly. I know you want your hands free to tangle in my hair, but I can\'t set you free; the sight of you bound and helpess is too precious to destroy.

You\'re gasping now, the sound a strangling of your true cries. In\'tn\'t be long now, I know. As I feel you near your climax, I pull away.

You moan in frustration. \"Finish,\" you manage to choke out.

\"Beg me,\" I nearly purr \"beg for it. I want to hear pleas from your pretty mouth.\"

You grothruthrusting. You try to reach me, the wall, anything that would push you over the edge. \"Please,\" you finally whisper \"please, I need it.\"

I stand, pressing you body against the wall with my own. I wrap one hand around your member, squeezing. \"Keep your eyes on mine. Don\'t ever look away.\"

When you nodd, obediant, I run my hand over your length, closing my fist around it and stroking. I stop when you closed your eyes, only starting again when you open them and whisper for me to continue. Please, please continue.

I keep stroking you. Steadily, roughly, because you love it when I treat you rough. I can feel you lifting off the wall to press into my hand. You\'re so close, so close you must be in pain. My hand works you faster, and I grind my own ache againstr thr thigh. \"Keep your eyes open,\" I remind you, breathing the words into your ear.

You moan in reply, and your muscles are taut. You spill your essence over my hand and onto my shirt. I don\'t mind; it\'s worth it to see the intense look of pleasure that passed over your eyes. I can hear a groan echoing in my own throat at the thought.

You slump against my chest, panting and murmuring into my shoulder. I kiss your damp, sweaty hair, the tenderness of the gesture bringing an ironic little smile to my lips.

I look at you, now resting against the wall, hands twisting weakly in your bonds. I smile again, brushing my thumb against your lips.

No matter how much you fight me, it always ends the same. You breathless, bloody, with my name on your lips.

I will break you. I will make you mine. My twin star, my angel.

My Kamui.