You want me to hurt you. I know you do. I've been watching you run your tongue over the spot inside your cheek where you just bit down. Scratching at your own skin with your nails until you've got little red half-moons running down your arms. You've been hurting yourself with whatever you have lying around and honestly you're doing a shit job. Let me.
I'll bite down on the cord of muscle where your neck meets your shoulder and feel your whole body go rigid and then slowly, slowly give. I'll slap you hard enough that your head turns and you forget what you were saying. Hold your jaw open with one hand and make you look at me while I decide what comes next. Dig my knee into your thigh and watch the bruise bloom over the next three days like a time lapse in a nature documentary. Leave welts on you in places only I'll see and places everyone will see, and let you figure out how you're going to lie about where they came from.
Fuck being gentle about it. Break yourself against me. I want to feel your teeth sink in when you run out of ways to say stop. I want your nails dragging down my back hard enough to draw lines that'll sting in the shower tomorrow. Throw your weight into getting free and feel how little it changes. Exhaust yourself. Wear your fight down to nothing against me until your arms are shaking, your breath is ragged, and all that thrashing quietly stops as you go soft and heavy in my arms like something that finally got too tired to keep running.
And then I want to put my mouth real close to your ear while you're still shaking and say I'm proud of you so quiet it almost isn't words. Feel you shudder one more time just from that. My breath and a few words and your whole wrecked body lighting up again because even after everything I just did to you, the thing that ruins you most is the tenderness that comes after.
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