Please Hurt Me

Hurt me.

My eyes shift to your feet and my hands grip your shirt. My voice is weak, desperate.

Please hurt me.

You take me into your arms for a moment. My arms curl underneath me and my head rests on your chest as you begin running your fingers through my hair. I feel your heart beating faster and faster as if it will explode through your shirt!

Then it slows into and steady, slow beat. You begin to tighten a grip on my hair, lifting my head to look you in the eyes. Eyes of the brightest blue are now dark, emotionless, staring through me. I can't look away. Instead I desperately search for reassurance, love, care, saftey. I see none of it and all of it at the same time as my legs buckle beneath me.

Hurt me.

Your other hand is wrapping around my neck. Squeezing tighter and tighter with each passing moment. You are taking your time, watching it consume me. Anticipation, fear, need. Lifting me to my toes, you are watching my chest moving up and down, faster and faster, trying desperately to keep breathing. My hands instinctively wrap around your arm. Not pulling it away, but squeezing it as if doing so will push air into my lungs!

Then my arms fall to my side. My chest isn't moving anymore and the last thing I feel is your lips against mine before theres nothing but darkness.

Not even two seconds pass before my eyes are open again and my chest is moving. My eyes are glazed over, and our hearts now beating in sync.

Please hurt me.

You turn me around, ripping my dess open to expose my back. Trailing your fingers over my soft, unmarked flesh. You apply pressure to guide me in a bent over position. My hands gripping the legs of the table. You rip the rest of my dress as it pools to my sides, exposing my ass and legs. Only leaving my heels.

Please!

Then the room is filled only with the sound of you undoing your belt. Slowly, but with a purpose.

To hurt me.