Metal in Honey

Chapter Nine

I was still inside you. The both of us heavily breathing, catching our breath. You could feel the bruising now, inside and out. The aching beginning to grow. But the pleasure was still there, still running through your veins. A warm tingling feeling, a sort of comforting ache inside you, along with that warm wet feeling. You felt it deep in you. Concerningly deep. You were pumped full and then fucked deeper as you tightened around the hard wet thing inside you.

I slowly pulled myself from you and watched your glistening, swollen flower pulsate and twitch. My seed began to slip out of you, dripping down your inner thigh like honey and pooling on your bed sheets like melted pearls. You lent up on your elbows. A silent stranger in a mask watching you, while you gazed down in disbelief.

"Such a messy little thing."

You looked from my mask down to yourself. Our night together, silently pooling between your thighs as you sit in a warm puddle we made. Did you just smile?

You looked so affectionately toward the mask, for just a second. One warm moment. Then the reality of the situation began to return to you. The insanity of the whole situation, thoughts rushing through your head. Who was I? What just happened? Did he just? Inside me? You felt between your thighs and brought your fingers up, sticky and shiny and warm. Fuck.

You watched me, get up off your bed and walk around to your bed side table. My hand slipping into the pocket of my jeans and pulling out a small bag of something white and powdery. You sat up and turned to me but before you knew what was happening, a glass of water was brandished in your face.

"Drink."

You looked up and I looked down. You drank it eagerly. Genuinely thirsty. It spilled from the corners of your mouth and dripped down onto your chest, spreading goosebumps over you. You knew better than to resist at this point and swallowed the last of the bitter, powdery water. You returned the glass to me and I sat it on the bedside table. You sat back into your bed, against the pillows. Bringing your knees up to your chest to protect yourself. Yet I could still see you between your legs, so beautiful and wet. You looked at the mask, the eye holes and the man inside and the eyes staring back at you. Paralysed in shock, fear and amazement. It was cold, that feeling, but electric. It almost tingled through you. Actually... it did. You raised your hands and wiggled your fingers. They felt like old tv static. Your arms grew heavy. Just as the room was growing black, the mask grew bigger and bigger. Then your legs, numb but not yet completely vanished, were spread open as the world sank into a black sea.

You woke the next morning. Wrapped up in your blankets, head against your pillow. Your head throbbed as your blurred vision slowly focused. Your body ached- then suddenly remembering you reached down below the covers and felt. With each touch, the pain and the pleasure were relived and the memories, not dreams, were confirmed. You were still sticky and aching, even in other places you don't remember being used. A small shy smile stretched across your face.

A fresh glass of water sat by your bedside. Looking at it however, you noticed something dark and blurred inside the water. You rubbed your eyes and refocused. Moving the glass to the side you saw it clearly. Behind it sat a mask with three words etched into the face of it:

"See you soon."