The irresistible slow poison

In a dark room, moans could be heard.

"Ah, faster," the girl was trying so hard to keep her tone normal but it could barely be normal when she was getting f*cked like a s*ut.

The guy finally pulled away, giving her a few seconds to calm herself down.

Her entire face was now red and handprints could be seen all over her thighs.

She so badly wanted to see the face that her heart was so much in love with but his orders were to be fulfilled.

"You can take a break now," he said, getting up and lightening a cigarette after.

With each puff, the guilt of touching someone other than her was eating him alive.

Only if he had been more observant and asked her the actual reason before cutting all ties with her.

While he was drowning in his own sorrows, he failed to see the pool that was building up in her eyes.

Someone said that brushes are only made scars that last forever if they are given by a loved one.

That was what she was going through.

She knew that he was feeling guilty. And that's why he was smoking, to clean out his stress.

Turns out, she wasn't what could satisfy him.

Wise man says only fools rush in and oh god, she was one.

It didn't even take her a second to fall for him, it took a nanosecond. She saw him and she was done.

If one calls her shallow then she was happy to accept this as a compliment.

If one calls her a golddigger, she would happily accept that as well.

If the devil was to bargain with her, saying that she was a dumb little girl to fall for him knowing that he would never follow her to calm down the echoes inside of her, she would fight with the devil.

She would call him out telling him that he's the dumb one. How can she be the one at a loss while she still gets to see him every day? How can her insides not be calm when his presence itself is more than enough to put her worries at ease?

She might not be his priority but he was the center of her world.

"On your knees," he said, after moving back to the bed and she did as ordered. He tied a silk cloth around her eyes to make sure that she can't look at him while he fu*ks her.

It was something he does when he wants to imagine someone in her place.

It breaks her heart every time.

She feels disrespected when he does this but who was she to deny him when he has her heart in his palms?

"Can you kiss me today, please?" she begged but her begging didn't matter. It was only returned with a smack on her ass as a punishment.

"You know that I don't kiss. Stop making silly demands or you can leave."

"I am sorry, master."

That's how it was, she wasn't respected enough but still, she couldn't leave. He had her heart while she was just a booty call.

"How many boys were there for your show? Did they enjoy it? Did they feel themselves hardening while watching you undress?" He threw questions at her.

She could feel herself tensing. Suddenly, her eyes lighten up with hope.

Hope that he might actually feel something for her. Hope that he might be jealous of the other guys but her hope was crushed under his feet just like her little heart.

"Of course, they did. I heard that you made a handsome amount today. A few even wanted to f*ck you. You could have made more if you take the job of a pr*stitute."

Her eyes were burning. Her throat was becoming sour. She wanted to scream at him.

She wanted to tell him that she was serving him her body only because she was in love with him. Not because of the money that he pays her.

But she knew that she can't tell him that. She was aware that if he gets to know that she is in love with him then he will toss her aside like a used tissue.

He made it very clear that love was a forbidden thing between them. If she ends up falling for him then she would have to leave.

She was more than ok with gulping down all of his insults like burning acid but leaving him? That was a big no.

She would rather die. She knew that he was toxic for all of these.

She knew that he was not a saint. Not a good boy that deserves her love.

She knew that she shouldn't be throwing her self-respect away, only because of her love which was probably worthless before his eyes.

But if love isn't making you crazy then you ain't doing it right.

Unable to find a suitable reply, she just nodded her head. He started going even faster and her entire body was throbbing with pleasure.

Her knees were about to give up yet she somehow holds herself together.

She was too sensitive at this point. If someone touches her pus*y then she was sure to cum.

And she ended up cumming but he didn't stop there. He went even faster and she swore that she could see stars.

The best thing about him was definitely s*x. He was so good at what he does.

One side of her was grateful because it made her every experience pleasurable while her other side was jealous.

She was jealous about how he must have slept with others. How another person saw his body, touched him. How his di*k went inside another girl's vagina.

She knew that she was never his first and neither was she going to be his last but the heart wants what the heart wants.

Her heart was selfish for him. It was ok with hurting her but it still refused to stop daydreaming.

Dreaming of the day when they will finally be together, for the rest of their lives.

He came soon after. She was wishing that he wouldn't pull out but he did.

She was wishing that he would stay the night with her but he left.

Her wishes were meant not to be fulfilled, after all.