to be with danger

learning some things

To an elevator, type was behind mr. Tyme to have his head hung to then shake it with anger. He then took in a deep breathe has his arms were about himself, type then looked up to then eye the number to continue to rise.
"What are we doing here?"
"Thought you were hungry?"
Type gritted his teeth
"Where is there food to an apartment complex?"
Mr. Tyme lightly chuckled.
Type rolled his eyes to then look down again.
"I would like to just go home."
Type then winced has Mr. Tyme had grabbed type by his arm to then go through the doors to then take him to a door to open to then continue to pull until they reached the kitchen.
Type took his arm back to then place his hand to the spot where Mr. Tyme had grabbed to rub to then eye over a table full of food.
Mr. Tyme then turned to eye him.
"Eat what you like."
Type turned his head to watch has mr. Tyme turned to then leave to roll his eyes to then look back to the table.
Fuck! I should have tried to get away from this asshole, especially with what he did to me! What the flying fuck was that anyway!
Type signed to then step to the chair to then sit to eye about to take in a deep breathe to then start to consume and slow.
Just eat then leave.....
After type went outside to get some air to be looking down to the pool that was see through to have his arms wrapped about to have his brow furrowed to then shrug.
Why did Mr. Tyme bring me here?
Rolling his eyes, type turned to then look over Mr. Tyme to then eye two glasses filled with a liquid to then look back to him in the eye has he wore a black robe.
"Why am I here?"
Mr. tyme then moved the glass out for him to take it.
Type shook his head.
"I don't really drink."
"It'll help."
Type rolled his eyes.
"Drinking is not going to help with what you just pulled. Listen I'm tired I just want to go home."
Mr. Tyme lightly chuckled to then shrug to down both to then throw the glasses behind him to then step to type to place his hands to his collar to then lift him up a bit, type wrapped his hands to his wrists.
"What the fuck!"
Mr. Tyme smiled.
"I've learned a few things back there type, that just means something for you."
Type looked over Mr. Tyme a bit confused to then be brought fully to his feet to then feel his shirt being ripped open to then fling his arms to either side of himself to then be pushed into the pool.
Type went under to then swim and quick up to then first look down to breathe heavily.
Fuck! My recorder!
He then widened his eyes has he could see through the glass to remember they were to the 27th floor.
Gulping he then started to go forth to then be stopped to wince.
Type brought up his hands to Mr. Tymes to then be pushed with his body to his to go all the way back.
"Damnit!"
Mr. Tyme looked over him, to then take his hand from his head to then lift him up to a seat, type gulped and hard to then turn his head to eye over the edge to shiver a bit to then turn his head back to place his hands to Mr. Tymes chest to push him away.
"Fuck! Move!"
Mr. Tyme raised an eye brow to then grab his hands to then place to either side of the edge to move closer, to then place his hand to types throat to grip a bit.
"Not this time. Has I've learned a few things you now need to learn a bit."
Type looked to him with anger .
"Learn what!"
Mr. Tyme then slowly moved his hands, one from his arm and his throat to then take them about to go to his pants to undo with a hard strength, to keep his stare.
Type couldn't help but to breathe heavily.
Mr. Tyme then took away his pants and boxers to let them float behind him to then spread types legs to move closer to him.
Type took in a long deep inhale, to then feel confused why his body was not fighting against this.
"Let me tell you, When you have my trust, that means I need to gain yours, thus why were here."
Types eyes narrowed.
"I need you to stop and get the fuck away from me!"
Mr. Tyme smirked to then shake his head.
"Has I said, not this time. I've taken a few.... Potentials there, none of them passed. Just you. That speaks volumes to me."
Type looked to mr. Tyme confused.
"What are you talking about Mr. Tyme."
Mr. Tyme darted his eyes over type to then take a hand to his throat to grip a bit to then start to place himself slowly in.
Type lifted his head back a bit to then make a face. He was disappointed in him self for not fighting and just allowing this.
Mr. Tyme then went closer has he placed himself fully in to go to his ear.
"Do not call me by my last name ever again, my lovers call me tharn."
Type darted his eyes quickly to then lift his head further back to feel tharn thrust and hard into him to then grip the edges.
"What are you...nn.... Talking about....I am not your...."
Type then stupidly peered his eyes to the side to then wrap his arms to tharn to make a face.
"Fuck! Why are we doing this here! This pool is 27 feet off the fucking ground!"
Tharn lightly laughed to then take his hands to types legs to wrap them about his body to then start to go back to keep thrusting.
Type lifted his head to moan, he couldn't help it, tharn stopped to the middle to eye over this to keep going.
"It's a good metaphor."
"For what!"
"To be without me, your going to fall."
Type made a face to then lower his head a bit to look over him.
"What the hell are you talking about!"
Tharn then smiled to bring up his hands to his shoulders to really give it to him.
Type lifted his head up again to then place his hands to tharns hair to grip and hard to have his mouth salivate, he really couldn't help it, this just felt to fucking good.