MADMAN'S DEMISE

25

Beverly Frazier

I hope you understand I'm far from done with you

Shivers spread down my spine as I listened to Brandon's persuasive words. I was so afraid it was over already, never wanting it to end and truly realise that I would never get to feel him this close again. But I hadn't got to feel him yet. He hadn't got to feel my aching inside yet. And I knew he needed release, feeling his adamantine manhood still pressuring against my groin through his trousers. I pecked his neck, assuring him of my will to continue this moment forever.

"Is that so?" I murmured. My throat thick and strained from all the crying. Brandon whiffed as if he knew something I didn't, and my heart skipped a beat, excitement building up by his mysteriousness.

"You think that was me showing how much I love you?"

I whined quietly in response, feeling already drained both from emotional and physical exertion. But my heartbeat refused to ease, and the arousal still lingered inside me, spreading fire through my veins and making my blood run rapidly from the burn.

"Oh, I've barely begun, baby."

I breathed in. Grateful. Relieved. Turned on by his alluring talk. He could do whatever he wanted with me, knowing this was the end of me anyway. He could engorge me whole, devour my soul until there was nothing left of me but a huddle of flesh and bone. He could choke me, suffocate me to my death, or work me so hard for so long that my heart would lastly stop. Maybe I even wanted him to, if it was the only way of staying with him forever.

Brandon took me under my thighs, carefully raised from the floor with my legs securely clasped around his waist. My breasts chafed against his chest, making my skin stiffen and long for his mouth. Walking with me towards the bed, I placed my lips to his jaw, breathing out hot air and letting my tongue taste the sharpness. I wanted to tease him, lead him further and into complete madness.

I needed to find that person he no longer was. I needed to track that insane, dangerous and torn boy and make him loom up in order to try and manipulate him into changing his mind. Vengeful, I didn't care what I'd put him through. I wanted him to feel the pain I was in. The pain he caused me by breaking my heart. He needed to understand that this stupid decision was nothing else than confusion itself speaking to him. I was his treater still at this moment. I was the one in charge. The one in control. The one sane.

Putting me down at the bed, he crawled on top of me, instantly meeting my lips and easing his thirst. But I pushed him off, his eyes widening in surprise and turning black in frustration. I forced him backwards until his back hit the white sheets. Then I mounted him, my legs on each side of his muscular body. He breathed heavily, slowly but surely losing control.

Grabbing the hem of his shirt, I pulled it off his body and tossed it to the floor. His naked torso was strained, his every muscle tense and swollen, his chest rising and dropping in swift motions and assuring me of his desire. I placed my palms upon him, gliding my fingers over his toned stomach and chest. He panted, spread his lips to gather more oxygen. Only if he knew I was about to fill his lungs with something a lot more intoxicating.

Moving my hand off his smooth skin, I slid my fingers into the chest pocket of my dress and picked up the paperboard package. Opening it up, I grabbed one of the white sticks and placed it between my lips before I lit it up. A red blaze emerged at the end, spreading a scent of poisonous smoke throughout the small room. I took the first puff, inhaled the black smoke into my lungs before I blew it out above Brandon where he laid beneath me. He closed his eyes as he breathed it in, allowing the tobacco to inebriate him. I wanted him to remember. I wanted him to recall every moment we'd shared during the past twelve months.