Nichy looked across the table at Tyler, on her periphery, she saw Graham. Her heart raced, and she could not get over the passage where her hand was on her e-reader. How eerie it was that the character she was reading about, wanted to be obliterated by Danger:
Nathalie, Paris
Her body was sprawled over the mattress, and she panted.
Someone else who did not know any better would look at her reflection, and think she had been abused.
Well she had been, and it had been her choice to be so.
Danger was lying on the bed looking at her, with a smile on his face. Well more of a smirk than a smile, to emphasize that he was proud of what he had done to her body.
The rough sex was better than drinking to numb her grief, and all her other negative emotions. She looked over at Danger.
“Aren’t you glad I did not shred another pair of your panties, Nathalie?”
She buried her head even more in the mattress, and let out a bark of a laugh.
Danger knew her name because he talked to her all the time at the bar, and he heard people call her all the time. But she still had no interest in knowing what his name was.
He was Danger, was it not obvious from the things she had done with him? The way that they met, and the rough asignations that they had?
She looked at him with her own smirk on her face.
“I never complained about it to you, did you think it bothered me?”
He looked at her for a long time.
“I cannot figure you out. You want me to be this to you, this rough guy, you want me to be the uber bad boy in your life and I have been that guy and it is easy for me to be that guy but I am not in control here Nathalie. I am not the one in control here.”
“What do you want me to do? I certainly did not and cannot do this to myself. You did this to me.”
“You let me do this to you.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.” He said, and flipped her over. He looked into her eyes, and Nathalie looked at him with dark, challenging eyes.
“I want you to obliterate me.”
Danger looked at her with fear, and she reveled in it.
She wanted to forget everything except what he could make her feel.
He pulled her hair, and pushed her face into the mattress more. For a moment she could not breathe, she wondered if he was going to take her literally. Was he going to obliterate her? Was he going to finish her?
She closed her eyes, and felt the drool along her lips as she wished herself obliterated.
Nichy looked at that line over and over again, with her reader right next to her menu and she wondered if that was what was on the menu for her…
More Masturbation Monday here:
point danger via wikipedia
My heart can’t take it. She wants to be obliterated – sexually, physically, whatever – but at what cost?!