You Re Everywhere

After spending the day visiting places that reminded me of you, it ended with an early dinner at a restaurant you frequent. You were away camping, and I felt safe in the city, a welcomed break from your mental bondage. I however found myself missing the feeling of you lurking and watching. Waiting.

I hadn't heard from you since you made me smile with a "good morning, Beautiful." And then crushed my dreams of being used and serving you for the weekend with the news of you going away. You could've told me sooner so the mental punch wouldn't have been as catastrophic, but that would be too unlike you and not as satisfying. Your sadism has no limits and keeps me on my toes. And I enjoy feeding it. Gifting it with pieces of myself as I break beautifully for you.

My friend carries on with conversation about one of Taylor Swift's new songs. We attempt to dissect the meaning of the poetic lyrics as we eat our hot pho. The heat of the broth warms my body, and the fresh herbs satisfy my nose.

Instantly I feel the familiar pull you have over my soul, and it's like I feel your eyes taking in my body. Horripilation erupts over my flesh like your fingers are tracing up my legs. I look over my shoulder and all around searching the faces of everyone, but yours is absent. I question my sanity because there's no way it's you.

I turn back around and try to get lost in conversation again, but I can't focus and just give empty replies as I try to shake the sensation of my clit pulsing. You have my mind and body so tied to you I'm now imagining your presence. Feeling you in a room you're not in. I want to message you and tell you that, but I'm attempting to give you your time and space away. You deserve the relaxation with all of the stress you've been under. That'll probably change later because I will have to tell you about my day, and how thankful I am for you. I was a bit bratty with my replies when you busted my bubble. They were completely ridiculous and unacceptable. Through out the day guilt sat with me in the back of my mind, punishing me every chance it got.

Turning to my friend, I dismiss myself to go to the bathroom to recenter my mind and meditate you out of it. I warn her I'd be a bit because I needed a moment away from the carrying voices. She gets me and doesn't question things.

I open the door and step into the small space that separates the bathrooms from the rest of the place. Tranquility instantly sets in as the door shuts behind me making everyone disappear. I only look straight ahead with tunnel vision and instantly see the sign for the women's. My guard is down with the belief that my senses are lying to me.

Just as I reach for the handle you grab me around the waist in a crushing grip. The palm of your free hand covers my mouth before I can scream. Fear shows its familiar face before you settle it with a dose of your voice. "Hello princess." My body melts instantly against yours and comes to life for you.

You walk us backwards towards what I'm assuming is the men's bathroom removing your hand from my mouth to open the door. "Make a sound and I'll fuck you in front of everyone out there." It's a ridiculous threat, but I'm finally learning to not put anything past you. Just when I think I'm getting better at predicting your patterns and methods, you find joy in proving me wrong.

The smell of citrus hits my nose as you push me through the door. At least it's clean and smells nice in here. Roughly, you grab my arm and pull me into a stall. You have my body crashed against the door once it's locked, and my lips in an aggressive, crushing kiss. You pull my skirt up in a frenzy, your teeth nipping my lip when you feel panties instead of the expected bareness. "You aren't supposed to be wearing these." You growl. But there was no way I was strolling through the humid city without them.

You rip them to my knees and turn my body around. My cheek presses against the cool surface of the stall. I could care less about the yuck of it at the moment, I'll ponder on that later. You use a finger to spread my wetness and then bring it to my mouth to suck it clean. I wish I was on my knees tasting you. It is my favorite thing to do. You're my favorite flavor of everything.

You dig your fingers into my hips and bend my body to accommodate you. I throw my hands up to catch myself, but I fail, and my head bumps into the door when you push into me without warning. It's pure bliss. Lost in the ecstasy of the pleasure, I forget we're in a public place and my moan echoes around the bathroom. You entangle your fingers in my curly hair and yank." Shut up." You say through your teeth, and it only makes me want to moan more.

The thought of being caught at any moment is a rush that makes my body buzz. Braced by the door, I push back against you, matching your rhythm. "Please Daddy, Harder." I beg.

The room is loud with our heavy breaths, the slaps of your body against mine, and the movement of the door as it shakes from the force of your harder thrust. "You said I'm predictable." You push something into the center of my spine. In an instant a shock spreads through my body taking my choppy breath away. It doesn't hurt, but I want to jump out of my skin and get away from you. "Always keeping that beautiful mind of yours busy trying to figure me out." You shock me again, this time between the shoulder blades. It's a mental torture that test me more than your usual methods that consume, and pull me into my mind on the daily. Into the new castle in my head that you intricately built and locked me in. Where I serve you. The security of the new labyrinth keeps the darkness of others out, leaving you the only monster in my new story.

"But tell me princess. Did you predict this?"

"No Sir." I whisper with a grin. I love giving you the satisfaction of being right just as much as you love hearing it. So needy to please you in every way.

"Good girl." You growl. I'm so close to falling over the edge of the star you've sat me upon.

"I'm close Daddy."

"Do not fucking cum." You pump in and out of me with a force that hits everything just right before pulling out. "You don't get rewarded for throwing fits when you don't get your way." For the second time today you crush me, and make me see red. Testing my self control and patience that you've helped me find.

I feel like I'm being ripped apart as you slam into my ass. I'm instantly full and overtaken with that delicious, stinging pain as my tight hole stretches around your invasion. It's a struggle to hold in my pleasant scream as the pain flourishes into pleasure. It's a short-lived sensation before your body is tensing and you are cumming into my ass. Your silenced groans are sweet as sin.

You stay deep inside of me until your cock is done filling me up with every drop of cum you have to offer. The kiss you plant on the exposed flesh of my shoulder melts my heart. You can be the sweetest soul, and the most destructive demon.

You pull my panties up my legs making sure to tease my swollen, desperate clit. "You're supposed to be camping." I say on a moan. It cuts a bit of the sassy tone out, but you still catch it. Your fingers clamp down on one of the lips of my pussy before you pull my skirt down over my legs. Everything is too sensitive and heightened. I'm convinced you're trying to drive me completely mad. Always teasing and building me up. Taking and taking.

"I didn't tell you when I was leaving. You never know what I'm going to do next. A lesson you still haven't learned." Your lips brush against my earlobe as you whisper. "I'm everywhere babygirl." You zip up your jeans and kiss my cheek. "Enjoy the rest of your weekend Beautiful." You snap your fingers like you remembered something important. "Oh and try not to think of me every time you feel my cum leaking from your ass today."

You may have crushed my hopes, but my body is still aroused and in need of release. Left on the edge like a teetering boulder ready to fall like a meteor upon the nearest planet. My pussy screams for more. A desperation that makes me want to hang my pride on the hook and beg you in the most pitiful ways.

You kiss me possessively marking more of my soul. "Go to the women's bathroom and fix yourself before you go back out." You pull me against you to make space for the door to open, sending me on my way with a slap on my ass.

Obeying, I leave you with the satisfying feeling of accomplishment for bringing you pleasure. I feel like I'm beaming with little bursts of sunshine like a field of dandelions.

I rush through cleaning up the best I can and take time to tame my hair. The humidity had it a mess already, and you didn't help matters when you used it like reigns as you rode me like a stallion.

I exit the bathroom and walk back out to reality, I see the "bathrooms closed for cleaning" sign that I must've missed before. I smile to myself. You always have every detail covered. Your intelligence is the sexiest thing.

Walking back to my seat I don't pay attention to the uneven flooring at the bar as it transitions, and stumble in my true clumsy fashion. I feel you before I see you. "Be careful mam." You say, as if I'm just a stranger in passing. I watch as you walk your way through the glass doors and disappear as fast as you showed up.

I take my seat and apologize for my long absence as I get back to enjoying my dinner and company.