sunset through
fading, dark rain cloud
like a blushing
thunder, like
lightning with
a warm heart of peach,
look down upon
rust covered
unsightly creatures
of dust; they
paint their uneven
faces with uneven
lies, their
souls, made of
dry tracing paper,
strike a flame
through your sky,
with their bitterness
fly, our mirthless
and unending caper.
It was beautiful, how he whined in pain, how his body arched at every slap. I knew that it wasn't right of me to make him gasp in fear, but I felt that he needed it. It would be better for him, to know who he needed to respect. Who he needed to give in to. He truly did deserve it, and I'd always convince myself that he liked it; just so I wouldn't stop giving him a good spanking now and then.
I pushed him farther on the bed by his pants, effectively giving him a bad wedgie. He let out a strange sound that sounded a mix of a moan and a shriek, and I tried not to laugh. It was so shrill, probably could have broken a window or two if it were longer.
"Joel, you are literally the rudest-" I cleared my throat, interrupting the young man. "Excuse me? My hand isn't necessarily tired."
"Oh, I was going to say... You're the rudest person because you don't... shower! Yes. You should shower." Sonny choked out, sliding his hands through his pants to rub his butt. "You don't smell or anything, but you should shower, because, you know. Showering is good for the pores!"
"Actually, hot showers dry the skin, dumbass." I felt a little anger inside of me boil, for absolutely no reason at all. I was going to resort to spanking him again, but that surely wouldn't help.
"Then go put some lotion on your body afterwards, I'll help."
"Please do." I stalked off in the direction of the bathroom, but Sonny called out for me right when I was under the threshold. "Joel, please don't spank me again."
I nodded, and proceeded to enter the bathroom, undressing myself with the door open. I could feel Sonny looking at me from the bed, but I didn't care.
When I was finally in the nude, I winked at Sonny and closed the bathroom door, glad to be alone for once. With a grunt, I opened the door to the shower and stepped in, turning the shower valve. The water that poured down on me was cold, but it had gotten warmer after a few seconds.
It was refreshing to feel the lukewarm water spill down on me, and I truly loved that I had time to myself. Time to think about life. Or whatever I couldn't say out loud. Especially snapping out of reality, losing touch with all of the shit I had to face, daily. Like Sonny. Fucking idiot he was, clumsy, mindless, but I still loved him. I probably wouldn't be where I am now without him, and I don't know if that's a curse or a blessing.
But nonetheless, he made me want to scream myself into oblivion. He radiated too much fucking happiness. Apart from the occasional depression which lasted maybe an hour or two, he was a bright ray of sunshine. I loved it, but I hated it. Too damn positive.
Once I finished up my thoughts after about roughly ten minutes, I stepped out and dried myself, wrapping myself in a nice little robe. An instant wave of cold air hit me, and it made me fucking shiver. Chills don't really affect people like me, though. Those who are deemed to have a cold heart.
"Why was Shaniqua always your favorite?" I asked with a puzzled expression on my face.
"Because she'd been with me the longest! She was the lamp that got me through the night. Then you just decided to be a barbarian and knock her off of her special stand. Rude." Sonny rolled away from me, and my hand went up to slap his ass. It made a nice jiggle, and his shriek made it more amusing. "Stop!" He yelled, rubbing his derriere.
"C'mon, Skrills. You make it fun to do it when you say it like that." My hand collided harder with him again, and I loved it. Sure, I was a little cruel sometimes, but the goblin fucking deserved it, making me stay around here.
"Joel!" There was that whine that I loved oh-so much. I wanted to hear it over and over again. It comforted me that I was in control of him. "You're hurting me! My butt is sensitive."
At that point I got off of the bed, and grabbed him aggressively by his arm, standing behind him so I could drag him to the edge of the bed, making him bend over. "More, you say?" I lifted my hand as high as I could, and smacked his ass as hard as I could. My hand stung, and hopefully I'd hurt him.
My other hand went and gripped his hip, and he was trying to move. "Joel! This isn't right!" Sonny whimpered, immensely in pain. I pulled down his pants, and there is was. His ass, all nice and red. I'd felt accomplished. He was trying to wriggle free, and that told me something. He needed more. I delivered 5 hard slaps upon his bare ass, and left him there on the bed, So pretty.
I wanted him to fear me at the raise of my hand. I wanted him to know who was his master. This sick, twisted mind of mine knew no other option. I couldn't stand being left alone anymore, and I wouldn't be left alone by that little fucking ass.
If anyone was going to end themselves, or that mirthless relationship, it would be me.
Sonny quickly glanced down at me as I shifted position, and nudged me away. I guess that was an invitation to get the hell away from him for the moment. I gently scurried away from him, falling off the bed. Once I hauled myself up, I galloped into the bathroom to take a good look at myself.
I stood in front of the large mirror, examining my body. Sonny had seen so much in my body, and he loved every square inch of it. Of course that'd inspired him so much, as he had tried to touch, lick, and kiss every single centimeter. Every single limb had been caressed in his hands, as every single crevice had been explored. Feisty little thing, he was. Or so I remember...
I can't even figure out what was enticing about the skinny fuck I saw in the mirror. The goblin found it so enticing. Mentally and physically. From my vulgar nature, to my voice. He thought it was so 'soothing'. Even when I'd scream at him, call him all sorts of names. He pissed me off so much on so many occasions. 'Joel' this, 'Joel' that. I just wanted to choke him, but I loved him too much. This love we shared... so beautiful. Like what a child would hear in a storybook. Not with all of the fights over petty things, however. But it makes me want to cringe, thinking about it now.
I rushed out of the bathroom, slamming the door shut with a loud thud. Sonny jumped in response, glaring over at me. How could he even fucking hear anything over his music? Meekly removing his headphones, he saved his file and put his laptop away, flopping on his stomach before me with his face buried in the pillow.
"Joel," he whined, "could you please not slam anything? You've broken enough shit already. This is MY apartment, and you're disrespecting MY stuff."
I could tell he was in a shitty mood, but some happy emotion was embedded inside of him, desperately trying to make it shine on that handsome face of his.
With a grin on my face, I walked over near him and kicked the bed. The headboard wobbled, probably because of all of the vigorous... exercise we'd done in the past few days. I was getting much stronger, that was for sure. "Everything I'll break, I'll re-buy for you. It's a 'from now on' thing."
Sonny whimpered, and it was muffled under the fabric of the pillow. "Joel, that's not fair! I get sentimental with things! Like lamps. I love lamps."
"Yeah, but how many of those have I broken out of rage?"
"Two."
"Exactly. Lamps break too easily."
He looked up at me with a bewildered expression. The confusion was so blatantly displayed on his face, it was amusing.
"What?"
"I said that lamps break too easily. You shouldn't get too attached." I giggled.
"But you've broken Betsy... a-and Shaniqua!"
I stepped closer to him, kneeling down near him to kiss his face, before climbing onto the bed with him. "Who the fuck names their lamps? And why would you name it 'Shaniqua'?" I asked, confused. This was Sonny I always talked to, and he was something else. So imaginative, and so creative. Little weirdo.
"I name my lamps, and Shaniqua is a pretty name, mind you. She was always my favorite, you know that? I name inanimate objects. She was my favorite out of all of them. And she always will be, Joel."
I stared at him, shaking my head. As I said before, he was a weirdo. And he kept getting weirder and weirder.
