She is wily, letting me take control of the situation so cleverly brought about to suit her own twisted needs.
It is desire that rushes hot into what she uses me for, the lesser of which is my brain; now getting only enough blood to keep me standing.
I cannot comprehend
I know I'm babbling. I cannot figure out what I am saying, but I know, suddenly, that I've said something extremely stupid. Her face breaks into a smirk for a single instant - she knows she's won this time. Like every time.
Crimson heats my face plunging my brain back into reality.
The faces of the people I don't care about when she is here tell me I should probably start doing so now. Oh well, so much for trying to make a good impression on her friends. My force-friends by extension.
The sudden pain of a makeshift whip startles me out of this second reverie I have gotten myself into. I am in a contemplative mood today, and it is going to get me in a lot of trouble - if I'm not knee deep in it already. I just hope that my transgressions are forgivable and won't go beyond a spanking.
"May I have your leave to go?" She doesn't hear me, or pretends not to. I am forced to repeat myself. Shame.
"May I leave, please?" My voice quivers at the last word, betraying my fear. Not that she couldn't sniff it out, but now the rest of her world - my world - knew as well. Abruptly she turns and looks me up and down. She nods. A wave of relief floods me!
I turn to leave, and suddenly she is there again. Her lithe frame is somehow managing to step every where I want to go and block all my ways out. The unexpected proximity also makes me heady again - and her touch! She catches my wrist and electricity replaces the blood in my veins. She acts like it was nothing at all. Another step closer, and she was on her toes, leaning into my ears. "You are in for it, boy. "
I hate these games of power where she always gets the better of me. I can almost hear the twinkle in her eye, and I groan. Whether from desire or despair I do not know, but I hurry out of there the moment she lets go of me.
Outside, I lean against the wall with my hands on my knees. Deep breaths define my existence for the next few minutes.