thinking about laying next to the sweet darling i've just finished fucking, the tears not even dry from their face, not even willing to curl up in any position other than how i'd had them face down, and the moment they finally do try to move, i decide, no no, not just yet, and move back on top of them, knees on either side of their thighs, and they let out a pitiful whimper, mumbling something about being too tired, they're too sore, and i just spread their ass, look at how much i've punished their hole already and spit on it
and they try! they make a good try to squirm away, begging me not to, it hurts, too fucked out, please stop! it's been hours- and i slide back inside of them, listening to their choked off cries, their moans of pain, watching the way they grab at the sheets, and lean down close to them and shush them and explain, 'i like you better like this - now say, 'thank you.' i'm just helping you remember that this is exactly where you belong'
