The thumps above my head made me feel calmer, and my heartbeat slowed as I continued to follow her path with my fingertips.
She paused, and I felt my heart skip a beat.
Why? Why has it stopped?
Alarmed, I walked the expanse of my room and pulled my chains. Barely, I could reach the chair, and when I stepped onto the metal seat, I craned my neck to the ceiling.
Two more steps, and the door creaked open.
“Cry Baby. Where are you, Pet?”
Fuck.
I didn’t turn immediately when the spicy perfume hit my nose. I kept my body turned away from her, smearing and dragging my fingers in wide loops across my skin with my newly mixed paint.
This visit was needed. It was an obsession.
“Cry Baby, you are filthy. Must we discuss how cleanliness matters every time? You are disgusting. I cannot speak to youwhen you smell of shit and blood,” she said. Her husky voice was smooth.
My sweet poison.
“It’s art,” I muttered. “I don’t care what you fucking think of me. I create beauty. Beauty can smell like filth. Just sniff your own poison, bitch..”
Her laugh cut the air, ringing sharp and beautiful in my ears.
Dangerous.
I stepped off the seat, finally looking at her, letting the loose chain slide beside me as I walked toward her. My hands moved slowly over my body, stroking my thickness and watching her nostrils flare. She wanted me. She always wanted me.
She is the poison I need to keep breathing.
My most hated obsession.
I wasn’t a child anymore. My body was toned from my workouts, and at age twenty, I could crush her if I wanted. I could shove her against the wall and end her life in a heartbeat.
I could.
But I also...
Can’t.
“Tonight, Cry Baby,” she said, stepping closer, “You need to bathe and present yourself the way you’ve been taught.”
I narrowed my eyes at her, continuing my stroking until my dick hurt from the rough touch.
“Why? What do you want of your prized bitch tonight? Need my come, Mistress? Let me paint you, you fucking whore.”
Her breath caught as I moaned and slammed my hand down harder on my thickness. The blood and mud glistened with precome. Her bottom lip was chewed to hell, but she didn’t move forward.
Clink.
My body stopped. I couldn’t move forward. I couldn’t reach the bitch in front of me. My chains held me back when she was just out of range.
“Stop this nonsense, Cry Baby. I need you strong.”
I smirked at her, pulling forward until my collar cut into my neck, the blood dribbling down my chest and lower, onto my hand, as I jerked my cock faster.
“I said stop.”
