Milk the Milkman

Day 7

My mind rants all over the place, all over the walls and floor, Milk man Sam has my heart and I wish he had something else of mine.
I just want him all over me, for his words to be whispered in my ear; his kisses to go from my neck to unspeakable places, for me to shudder at the slightest touch of him; I want his hands all over me and to do what he pleases with me; I would do anything he asks me to at this point, even if that meant he wanted to put me on a dog collar and do me dirty while on a bathroom floor. 

"Hey pretty~" I hear the voice that has somehow made me so calmed and yet so horny at the same time. 
"Francis," I won't give in to calling him cute names, not just yet. 
"You salty or something?" a pause, "You upset we didn't fuck or something?" He uses his mouth to grab the collar of his shirt and one of his free hands to slowly unbutton his shirt. 
"No."
"You sure seem like it, you sooky baby," he smirks. 
"I'm not going to fuck a stupid demon," I huff. 
"You sure let one finger you though," he left his shirt unbuttoned, he seemed sweaty and flustered all over. 
"You're like a dog in heat, go find a pillow to hump."
"I thought of a new nickname to call you." 
"What," I ask now curious. 
"Pillow." 
"I'm going to press this stupid button," I cover my blushed face. 
"They can't do anything to me, and you know damn well," his smirk fades and his eyes darken and tense. 
"It's not that deep, dick head."
"What would you do if I died?" 

Silence filled the room, it was cold, almost freezing in here, I didn't notice until he locked his eyes on me and his sweet face all of a sudden turned sour. 
I realised I shouldn't be making these types of jokes with a double, what if I pissed him off and he decided I'd be his next meal, it wasn't a joking matter and somehow I only realised that now. I had gotten too comfortable with something that had me at gun point the whole time. 
And what would I do without him? Nothing really, would my life change? I act like I like him so much but in reality what difference has he made in me? 

"I don't know what I would do," a tear falls down, not from sadness but maybe just surprise. 
"I'm sorry, maybe I was harsh," he looks away breaking his gaze, "I wish I could come in and comfort you." 
He looked me in the eyes, it softened from before. "All you ever want is to get in, that's just your main goal isn't it, you may have me at a choke hold but I'm not stupid."
"Smarty pants," his smile fades, "I still don't want in for that." 

Silence. 

"It seems you're tired, I'll leave, go get sleep, sweaty." 
"Ok."