Claudia steels herself against the sensations, refusing to give him even the slightest pleasure. She doesn't even realize that at some point she began whimpering with every breath, shifting to find even the slightest stimulation, something that only makes that coiled heat inside her burn brighter instead of easing. Muscles tremble with pain of being held in an awkward position, and a couple of times her knees start to go, and only the choking of the collar forces her to try to get upright and into the only positions she can hold over the table.
Time has no meaning for her, everything is just that rising need and her determination not to give in, not to beg. He can't do this to her, she doesn't belong to him, and sooner or later, Lucifer will come for her. It's an insane thought, that the devil will save her. Almost as insane as the feverish heat burning away all ability to think of anything else. Her need to be filled.
She's crying again when the dam finally breaks, the first "please" barely a whisper. It's too much, she needs for things to be set right, to make sense again. Time passes, even more than she's probably aware of before she's screaming at him to make it stop with every breath, begging for release, to be taken, anything...
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Date: 2016-05-08 11:52 pm (UTC)From:Time has no meaning for her, everything is just that rising need and her determination not to give in, not to beg. He can't do this to her, she doesn't belong to him, and sooner or later, Lucifer will come for her. It's an insane thought, that the devil will save her. Almost as insane as the feverish heat burning away all ability to think of anything else. Her need to be filled.
She's crying again when the dam finally breaks, the first "please" barely a whisper. It's too much, she needs for things to be set right, to make sense again. Time passes, even more than she's probably aware of before she's screaming at him to make it stop with every breath, begging for release, to be taken, anything...