Burber

Around that time Vanessa was posting regularly. She may have discovered she had caught my attention, or maybe not. Her entries were becoming more detailed, completely fallacious, but increasingly hard to ignore...

It was warmer than usual, and sweet, like hot maple syrup. I let it gently flow over my chin and between my bare breasts as I held back the inevitable waves that so gently reminded me that I was his.

He told me to behave and I pretended to acquiesce, raising one hand up to his chest. He could see but not feel the inevitable rumbling that approached from deep within like a freight train, its faint hum tickling my internal organs and showering light static amongst and between every extremity of my bare, trembling flesh.

My finger glided over his nipple as I looked up at him. I knew what he was thinking.

I did not have permission.

Desperate to accommodate, I tried to relax...to forget his powerful torso in front of me. He would have his way, and for that I would suffer any agony...even the pains of dismissal with which I was so familiar. My shoulders lowered and feet turned inward as I drew every fiber of my spirit in an attempt to douse my wretched lust for him. My arms hung and hair lowered against my breasts, but inside the rumbling neared. As I relaxed my toes curled and I tried to focus on the cold steel from the tracks and not the vibrations. I tried to forget its relentless approach, which was now a thunderstorm towering over me. My resolve intensified my hopelessness. I looked up at him again and knew he was serious.

My eyes were pleading. I would do or be anything for him, absolutely anything, but I could not tame the savage animal depriving me of my will. Not at this moment. It raged through me like an inferno while I begged it to stop, desperate to accommodate him.

He lifted his hand to my cheek and looked down at me sternly, but in the recesses of his eyes I felt sadness. He wanted nothing more than to release me to the internal master raging within, but his being would not allow it. At this moment my desire was his enemy, and he would conquer it. He would not let me relinquish by body to any other force, external or internal. If I was entirely his, I would succeed.

I closed my eyes, determined to be his perfection, determined to obey. I knew he was encouraging me. I knew what he needed, but the beast roared. As his sinister warmth dribbled into my navel and the back of his hand left my chin, shocks cascaded between my legs and through my core. It was the sweet drop of nectar fusing the circuit, tickling the sleeping giant growing even more restless within.

My jaw dropped in raw, dirty hopelessness as I looked deep into his eyes. He noticed I was on the verge of being insolent and I saw the infernal rage enter him, demanding my cooperation. He could free me of my lust, but I knew he would not. He required me to do it myself, despite my carnal advances. I felt the opposing forces clash deep inside, pushing the limits of my weak brain fighting desperately against my terrible, unrelenting body. No amount of suffering was worth disobedience to him...and yet.

I looked up at him again, but not for permission, but in complete desperation. This time I begged for any sign of weakness...for any way out of this awful struggle. He could slap me out of it. He could walk away. But no. He stood as an angry god, demanding me to better myself. Demanding me to control and harness my deepest wants. I knew I could never be swayed by any man but him. Only the knowledge of this made me vulnerable, yet my love could only be proven if I succeed...if I could be his every fantasy. And this time I hadn't been forced to discover them myself. He was showing me my task, but I was not prepared. I knew it. I started to stand up but he placed his hand on my heaving shoulders. This was not possible, I thought.

He was as steady as bedrock as the fire burned, and descended to his knees directly in front of me. He would never leave me. He would help me through this, I thought. His eyes locked with mine and he saw the darkest recesses of my soul, angrily succumbing to his impenetrable will. I saw his power. I breathed deeply and my rigid body trembled in fear, but I knew that with him I was capable of anything. I rocked with my pounding heart in front of him and his unwavering eyes carried me by a thread through the exhaustion of every muscle, the shaking of every bone. I was a thousand times greater with him that I could ever be alone. With him no force could constrain me, no power was too much, not even with his powerful chest grazing against mine.

His lips slowly neared and his love was like a giant valley for my wicked senses. He presided over my body and I suddenly knew I could overcome its nefarious advance. Through his moist softness my heart's passion could be the valley for the demon within and it would not overflow. He knew that through his love I was a slave to no other, not even my darkest impulses. His love was true and it was mine. I was doing it. Through his love I was overwhelming the curse...the only thing separating me from him at this moment.

His lower lip rested against mine, and fused with it ever so slightly. Our tongues touched over the sticky red flesh which held for a moment and then snapped gently apart. His love suddenly became the terrible fuel once more and the helplessness returned. I backed slightly away and his hand reached up and held my jaw. He looked into my eyes again and I knew the rage and seriousness of his demands. If I did not know it was love I would shriek in horror at this look. A tear dropped down my cheek as I prepared to test my love. I wanted him to know that I loved him despite my body, but he would not understand. He needed the proof. My hand cupped his scrotum, but he pushed it aside. He would not be distracted.

His hand touched my belly and his middle finger pressed the remaining liquid out of my navel, which dribbled between my legs and all the way down the interior of my thighs. At that moment the thunder returned, and the spectacular valley that could never overflow grew deep with fury.

He was not merciful. He lowered his hand and rested one finger gently against the wet cusp of my throbbing lips, on top of my own.

Light and steady circles brought tears streaming down my face as I knew I could not bear it for any duration. His eyes became fire and his other hand approached my neck. He was going to punish me for my weakness if I gave in. He knew I wouldn't last, and he would never show mercy. I knew it.

I begged for his love to save me but his distraction was too much. A slight degree of pressure jolted through me and I was no longer inside myself. The thunder from the train approached as my head fell back in utter helplessness for what was about to destroy me. The almost imperceptible movement from the end of his finger had suddenly gained complete control

My love for him was not pure, and I was about to prove it. I was about to do the one thing I was not allowed to do - resist his wishes.

But at this moment he controlled my body! He could stop any moment but he chose not to.

I shook as he reached below with two fingers among the boiling ocean and raised them in front of me. He let a drop fall onto the side of my face and then slapped me softly. It was a sign of my failure, but he knew he was asking for much. He pushed them inside my mouth and I cleaned them. Finally, something I could do for him. I sucked on them greedily, begging for his approval.

He removed them and restored them to their former place, engaging my fear once more.

I looked down and noticed he was still flaccid. He now had complete control over his body and demanded the same from me.

But, the pressure was more intense.

His motion was too steady. Pressure, firm.

The waves became visceral as we concentrated together.

As it approached I angrily resisted.

I opened my eyes and saw him once more, looking deep into my eyes, calmly.

Wild anger filled my eyes. I gazed at him in contempt...

His expression did not change. He pressed harder....

In each breath I now evacuated a desperate sigh for mercy...

He pushed his fingers inside me forcefully against my g spot...

Our noses were against each other as his other hand brought my back against the floor...

I put my hands on the side of his arms and squeezed, digging my nails deep into his flesh...

His steady, serious determination was enough. It was enough to delay...

Could it prevent...

Could it overcome...

No, it could not...

Yes, it could...

I reeled in agony as his hand systematically broke me, each second an hour of concentration, fighting my weakness.

My body began to convulse and his hand clenched against my neck, bringing my writing, disgusting body hard against the floor.

His love was savage and it begged for just a few more moments from me.

Everything inside demanded I clench around him tightly, but at no moment could I give into his test.

I kept breathing, crying, loathing...

My hand raised involuntarily and felt his erection.

He looked at me, confirming I had noticed.

He growled as his strong hands pressed me hard against the burber carpeting.

He entered me forcefully and I instantly felt the freight train overcome my body, which disintegrated into violent convulsions against the carpeting.

It was not what he wanted, but he hadn't deserved what he wanted, and he knew it.

I tried not to overthink this one.