It's funny how you can literally feel when you're about to lose control. But it's also funny how we think that we're in control in the first place , it's
Sad we'll never know the true luxury of being in control . After rounds and rounds of being whipped,gagged and restrained I laid on my sore back contemplating life. Just reminiscing on the past And how I got to this point. I would've never thought I liked these type of things it kind of scared me how much I was into It.
Blake's P.O.V
She's such a "Beautiful monster." Her mocha skin was only the start of what I loved about her. The way she frowned when she didn't agree with something that I said, but then
just smiled because she appreciated anything I had to say. I loved how she loved me for me and didn't try to change or mold me into something else. She took the bad for the bad and the good for the good she took all of me. She loved me so much that it gave me power over her and I was perfectly fine with taking all advantage. so sick part of me loved that I could do no wrong in her eyes it almost made me want to be better. I didn't think I would ever be capable of truly loving someone but Paradise was my exception. I don't know if you would actually call what I feel for her love but if it wasn't it was pretty dammed close. on one hand I want to wake her up with breakfast in bed and hold her hand while we walk on the beach, but on the other hand I want to punish her until the agony of it all is too much. I wanna watch her struggle with discomfort while she's hanging from my bed post and lick all over her body. I want to show her off and make her smile and laugh just on my own time when I'm ready probably years from now.I want her now but with no expectations I don't want her nagging because I don't pick up when she calls , I definitely don't want to hear anything about me not letting her know I was gone be home late.
Paradise's P.O.V
Here we go again it's 2am and no Blake. I call his phone and no answer I text him no response I don't even care about the man coming in late its just common curtesy don't have me waiting up and not say shit. I'm fed up maybe if I was fucking other people I wouldn't be waiting on his ass at all. But God forbid another man even glances at me for too long Blake would probably have the poor guy neutered. The double standards are honestly disgusting and the fact he won't let me go home is pissing me off, I can be lonely at my own house on my own time.
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Bound
RomanceChains and whips against my skin lies, lust and secrets never ending. His strong muscular hands around my neck tight enough for me to know he was in control but never too tight that trust is lost. He was a true ecstasy and I was never trying to come...
