Sacrifice

11. Pros and Cons

+Zayan Colt+

I woke up, she was still sleeping.

I've never slept in a bed with anyone else. Ever.

This was interesting.

She was cuddled on the other side of the bed like she'd melt if she touched me.

I reached, grabbing her as I pulled her down and back against me.

She moved, trying to get away but I held her back against my front, letting my hand catch her throat gently.

"Go back to sleep bunny." I whispered and she sighed.

"Don't run." She murmured.

"I won't." I massaged the sides of her throat before shutting my eyes and falling back asleep.

-

I waited.

She had left, doing some shopping so I was locked in here.

I did try to see if I could break the door. It didn't budge. I was impressed I won't lie.

But I felt my heart pound as an alarm went off after my second attempt.

So I sat on the bed and waited.

I shut my eyes as I heard the front door slam.

The door unlocked and I stared at her as she had a gun pointed at me.

"What the fuck are you doing to my door?" She asked.

I shrugged.

She dropped the gun, moving.

"Go if you really want to. Tell someone I did this to you. All your friends, police, go." She crossed her arms and moved.

I checked her out.

She was so fucking fine.

"I need to leave for a bit, Mel. I have a show tonight." I said.

"Then leave." She pointed to the door.

I stood, testing the waters as I walked slowly past her and to the front door.

I twisted the knob, opened the door.

Nothing happened.

I turned.

"Can I have my phone?"

She tossed it to me.

I studied her.

She looked like she didn't care much.

I turned and called Oswald, shutting her door behind me.

He answered.

"Hey come get me?"

"Yeah."

-

Performing was therapy.

The music and people loud, letting my voice strain as I screamed and growled my words into the microphone.

This was one of my best performances.

One of realization.

I wanted my head between her legs. I was hungry for her.

It's just... something about her.

Only she could do what I craved from a woman.

I just knew there would be consequences to having her. I'd have to give up my voice of reason and always question my sanity.

But I would have everything I'd ever wanted.

Would I? Or was that just in my head.

I caught my breath between this song and the next.

I debated my life. If I go back, if I have a taste could I ever return back to what I knew?

Or would I be just as crazy for wanting her as she always is?

And if I don't go back, would I ever find a woman to enthrall me how she does?

When she's straddling me and grinding so softly on my lap.

When my body is tied down and her fingers are in my hair, controlling me.

When her tongue moves with mine, her taste a sweet mint from the gum she chews.

How would she sound when I take her from the back and hold her hair in my hand?

Would I ever want to leave a room with her after such an event?

I sung the next song, this one slower, erotic, dark.

About being at a woman's mercy. Making her sob from ecstasy and pleasure.

How rough would she want it?

How deep? How fast?

How would she need me to touch her? How would she look bare naked and under me? Even over me.

With all of these, I only see more pro's than con's.