Love Coming from the Least Expected

Physical intimacy was a pretty strange act. I did not like the feeling at the beginning, but as things progressed I grew to like it. However, it gradually made me uncomfortable again. Yet, Christopher was still angry at me. He kept on biting my sensitive skin, demanding me to admit my mistake.

In the end, I could not bear it anymore. I burst into tears, but my wailing did nothing to quell the beast within him. Instead, it somehow spiced up our little sport. It did not stop him from pursuing his own release.

Right then, I came to a complete understanding of Christopher’s terrifying physical prowess. I was exhausted from all the action, having lost every bit of strength that the only thing I could do was breathe. Sleep overtook me eventually.

a cooling touch. Christopher must be changing

to check on me, his face sullen. I noticed his hair

mad at him,

be like this?”

I am. Do you have a problem with it?” I

swear, one of these days I’ll break that attitude of yours!” Christopher let out a low growl as he lifted the covers and got on top of me again. I tried to struggle, but it had little effect on him.

the ceiling and bit my lips. Occasionally, when it got too painful, I let out a whimper. It turned out that exhaustion could offset every single shred of

this would be considered a kind of torture. They would keep the prisoner awake, prevent them from falling sleeping. Even if they wanted to, they would be woken. It was a form of mental torture. Christopher was definitely

passed, but we kept on going for some time, only stopping for food and to use the toilet. Other than those, I basically never left the luxurious bed. Christopher seemed to dedicate all his energy to be spent in these few, short days, and every time he would not stop until he had

Ring… Ring…

I opened my eyes, I felt odd. My body was in an erratic state — it did not

some.” Christopher walked over to me and propped me up so that I was leaning against the headboard.