Hello, thanks for reading. Dedicated to bookworm_D. I've changed a couple of things on the poem. Hope you enjoy! :)
"I am The Puppet Master," He whispered, his voice rough and ringing in every part of my being.
Beads of sweat sliding down my porcelain skin on the sheets beneath me, caressing my skin with a gentle touch as pure silk, of a deep red color, like the eyes of my master. "You are merely my plaything, my toy."
A moan escaped my lips as he pulled at my strings, causing the ropes that were hugging my arms, legs and hard member clench around me, drawing a sharp sound from the bottom of my throat. I surrender. There was nothing that I could do to escape the madness, his madness. "I can't believe that you once thought you could be a threat to me, do not make me laugh, you belong to me, only me, marionette."
I shivered as he left kisses all over my small frame, as his mouth descended on mine silencing all the indecent sounds that I was making. Strands of my dark hair sticking to my forehead, my skin burning red, everything burning. My body waiting, wanting. He made me insane, a drug I was addicted to, and I didn't need rehab, "I control the situation, not you." He said on my lips, biting them. Once more, he takes my strings in his free hand pulling at them without mercy, while the other one is lost between my legs. A half moan escaped me before he was kissing me again, his lips were the sweetest thing I've ever tasted.
My master.
I wanted him forever, even though I knew that dream was not going to be fulfilled. In the end, I was only one of his many puppets.
"I am the Puppet Master, you will be gone when I see fit."
No, please. I want you. More than anything. Don't let me go, my lord, I am your doll, I let you have me any way you like.
Frustrated, tears stream down my face
.. It's so painful, I was scared. How many days before he tosses me away? How many hours? I didn't want it. Didn't want him to let go of my strings.
"When I grow bored... Tired of pulling your strings."
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Pull At My Strings (MxM/Challenge)
Short StoryThis is a Challenge made by @bookworm_D with the poem "The Puppet Master" by Vikki Lee. I'm going write a short story on the puppet's point of view. "Arikos' desire was just one thing, his master. The voice of that man, his touch, his lips and his b...
