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at first, i'm taking whatever you give, letting you treat me as a mere outlet for whatever you need. making a mess all over you with your teeth in my neck, incoherent cries for every time you say something mean. talking to me as if i were just something for you to get off on, completely under your control. choking out moans when you call me pathetic, shaking my head as you get rougher, and pulling you closer into me with my hands in your hair. it's not long before my moans slur into desperate begs, pleading for you to cum inside me. fervently scratching down your back, trying my best to earn it while slowly slipping. trying, really trying to hold off my own orgasm because i need yours first. but once you finally cum, and let me, too, you don't stop.

you wouldn't let me catch my breath, but at that point, i notice i'm not the only one struggling. i start to see a change in you, too. you're lost in how good it feels. and for a second, i might think you're still going for my sake. and if it weren't me, if it were anyone else under you, they'd just assume that you're relentlessly trying to break them even more. but, it's not someone else. i can hear your breaths, i can see your pretty demeanor start to crack. i know this isn't for me. in fact, i don't even think it's for you. you just can't stop, can you?

you'd glance at me and feel my eyes boring into you, seeing something no one else in the past has had the power to. you'd shake your head and bury your face in my neck, sinking your teeth deep into my skin to distract me and save whatever composure you might have left. you might've gotten away with that with someone else, but it doesn't work with me. it never has, and you know the second i hear you, there's no point in fighting anymore. you're not loud, not even giving me a change in tone, but we both know it's different. you know i can hear your control slowly breaking down. you're fucking me steadily, but i know you. i know you're falling apart.