“No, no, no, please don’t do that, please Darren, please I’m begging you, I will look, I’ll look, I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll stop fighting, I’ll stop turning away, just don’t do that to me, don’t put that filth on me, don’t mark me like that, don’t ruin me forever.”
And I know you’re probably thinking why am I saying this, why am I begging, why am I giving him what he wants, but you don’t understand, you’re not here on this floor with my face trapped in his hand and his c**k inches from me, hard and dripping, and you don’t know what it feels like to hear him say he wants to cover me in it like it’s some kind of crown.
You don’t know how it feels to be terrified and shaking and knowing this isn’t Damon but he looks like Damon, and that makes it ten times worse, a hundred times worse
