Page 7 of Teddy Bear

I'm in his arms faster than I can comprehend. Even though I know this is all just an ingrained image inside my brain, a creation of a deeply disturbed subconscious, I surrender to it so sweetly, fully convinced that it is real.

The black latex slides across my skin, making every inch of my skin tingle.

Shivering even harder, I throw my head back, seeing only the pink neon light above my head, his icy, beastly eyes shining behind black slits, and the soft mist that descends to cover Danny's and my bare bodies as I stand cross-legged in his arms, his fingers getting closer.

His fingers are getting closer to my wet crotch. There is no name I would call my desire now.

The ocean. Fire. The whole universe in the touch of his black gloves.

I let out what sounds like a scream as Danny roughly turns me around and rams me from behind onto his very stiff cock.

Danny orders me to slide my fingers into the wet crack of my pussy.

In rapture, I grab his hands, his chest, every available part of his body, trying to bring him closer and closer to me, to unite him with myself. He is so deep that he penetrates me; I sigh.

Danny orders me to fuck myself until I start moaning and screaming loudly.

I scream as Danny fucks me in the middle of a purple-pink stage full of dead, reflectionless mirrors, and a blank-eyed dead Teddy looks at me with disgust.

He condemns my every sinful sigh, and that's why I give myself even stronger, even deeper, to a man who is ready to destroy me just to satisfy his dark passion.

A black glove wraps around my neck. I lose my breath and lose my mind as he rams into me with one last deep and powerful thrust.

Danny orders me to cum, with his permission.

I groan loudly as Teddy ironically applauds my grand finale.

The orgasm shakes my whole body; I'm sweaty, and I feel tiredness that is slowly catching up with my overworked muscles.

-Masterful.

The only real thing in this frenzy, Danny's voice breaks through from the other side of my mind, calling me to wake up. In every word of his, you can hear the pleasure that he doesn't even try to hide.

- When the music stops, you will be wide awake.

✦ 🧸 ✦

The magical touch of the hands is gone from my body; I'm alone again, and Danny's icy eyes, clinical and feverish, in the same ecstasy I'm sure he's experiencing right now, are looking at me only through the security camera.

The music is getting quieter, almost inaudible; the pink light fades, and now I can glimpse the sterile walls of the room I'm actually in.

A charge of final ecstasy is coursing through my body as I crawl towards the double glazing across from me.

His hand on the other side is now clearly visible as a reflection in the mist. Like a reflection in the murky, forbidden lake of our drowning love.

I can't hear the music anymore, and I'm wide awake now. The trance ended, and my body was left hungry, shaking, and craving more.

I press my pale fingers against the hazily lit outline of Danny's hand. I hear his free, guttural sighs and moans over the intercom as he cums explosively.

His every sweet sigh and loud growl is now mine alone. I deserved them; I earned them.

I'm fucking proud of myself, fucking happy, as I hold my fingers over the double glass pressed against his (he’s allowing me to see only the outline of his hand) and listen to his raw climax.

- Oh, Lizzie, you're such a good girl.

2.

I was three years old when I got my first cystitis.