Ezrielle curled his fingers around the thick brutal chains,
as he smiled at her. He was strong, very, very strong, but maybe this time
she’d manage to contain him. Control him. Keep him at bay long enough for the
current events to expire.
Wishful thinking, the notion of control possibly proving to
be her ignorance in place. Naivety at play, the previous events escaping her
mindful thoughts, or just her way of playing those sweet vicarious games of
hers. He liked them. All of them, no matter the moment, circumstance or notion.
He’d play them all, with vigour, expectancy and far, far more.
His fingers grasped the chain hooks, bolted to the floor,
the two inches of pure steel and concrete keeping him at bay. Tightening, she
watched as his arms tensed, along with every single muscle across his
lascivious frame. She’d possibly find his perfect body disgusting, if it were
not for her entire body screaming for his attention. She needed him, all over
her soul, body and mind, which is why she did what she did. She hated his control
of her, despised wishing for his kisses, his attentive nature calling to her in
the middle of each night. She’d wake, yearn, ask and surely, receive.
She laughed at him, as he tried to stand, tensing and
exerting nearly every ounce of energy he had within his veins. He closed his
eyes, pulling at the chains, trying, calling upon his strength to do what it
often did. Impress. Normally he’d never care for such things, but she seemed to
enjoy his feats of endurance, especially where it counted and, surely, she
counted. Insatiable, undeniably demanding, her ravenous instincts breaking
through any intentional defences he presented.
That weakness, deep within, needing her more than he’d like
to admit. The bonding of both for eternity, the awakening of an eternal
connection shared between the rarest of two. He’d walk away from her, forsake
her demands, yet he knew that he’d struggle to find another that seemed to
light his internal spark. Scorching, burning at his very thoughts, he’d
realised many eons previous that he could never leave. His arch enemy, his arc
of truth returning to the indefinable conclusion, that no two could ever fuck
the way they did.
There was more between them, between the laughter and
fornication, an unspoken bond that neither would acknowledge. He’d seen this,
witnessed his thoughts upon that singular day that he thought he’d lost her
forever. It shook him, woke him from a certain aspect of his born ignorance,
never to ever be forgotten. He'd once spent years wandering the deserts of this
world, the solitary exclusion surrounding him, embracing him, only to find that
his thirst could never be quenched without her lips poured over his.
She laughed at him, again scorning his actions, as he failed
to break his given bonds. He smiled, for a brief second, as he laughed a
realising acknowledgement. This would not do. He would never be beaten, never
caged, pushed to the floor by this very means. Forcing his pride down into the
depths of his soul, he reached his anger, for his lust and desire, that
smouldering aggressive nature of man. He held it close to his thoughts,
allowing them into his very blood and soul.
He opened his eyes, his head bowed ever so slightly, as his
mood changed from playful to power defined direction. He would have her, today,
tonight, in the next few moments. She knew what was about to happen, her mind
informing her body to prepare itself for the next few hours. He would not stop
until he had satisfied every single inch of her. He didn’t care about himself,
in that way, as this was his mission in her life.
He again grabbed the chains, bending over slightly as he
bent his knees. The full force of his legs, the entire range of his back
muscles providing support, as he engaged the very core of his emotions. Strength
was nothing, without the reason behind the purpose. He felt his passion, his
need, his very reason for being and pushed upwards with his legs. Arms, holding
on with all of their internal limits, as a second moved away with the sands of
time. The chain linkages snapped, releasing him from his bonds. He stood there,
in all his gloriously formed stature, looking directly at her. She smiled, then
giggled, waiting for her prized possession to thank her for his latest game.
After all, at moments like this, the monster within him came out to play with the
roaring full moon.
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