Fireworks In My Heart

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Hey there! Just a heads up: this book contains explicit erotic content, graphic descriptions, and LGBTQ+ themes. If that's not your thing, please take care of yourself and skip it. I won't be offended! And if that's your kink, welcome aboard. Let’s have our first trip together. Hopefully, you get to love David and Salvatore the way I love them.

Proceed with caution (and an open mind)!

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"Are you upset with me? "He questioned, and I just stared at him as he hovered over me. It was dark and cold, and the only source of light was the moonlight that poured into the room through the windows like liquid milk in cocoa.

I looked away from him, and he leaned closer to me. His body giving warmth to mine under the sheets.

"Is it because I teased you so much? Are you not satisfied? "He spoke again, but I ignored him. Trying with all my might to control the emotions bubbling inside me.

"We can go one more round if you're up for it. "He then says, and I turn back to look at him with wide eyes, and sure enough, he's smirking.

I'm still wet and clammy from his cum and all the things he just did to me, and he is talking about more...!?

"Why are you so silent? Did I do something wrong? Is it something I said? What's the matter? "He continues his querying, and I look away from him again.

"It's nothing. "I lie as I battle to keep my cool.

"David. "He calls, and I can hear the building frustration in his voice, but I ignore him. I'm pissed but I'm not ready to air my mind. I'm not sure I'm ready for that conversation yet.

My breath hitches in my throat when I suddenly feel his hand begin to trail my naked body under his. My senses follow his fingers as they travel down my body, reaching for my cock. I swallow when he finds it, and I look back up at him.

"What's with the attitude tonight? "He whispers as he leans even closer with his warm breath fanning my face, and my heart begins to thud in my chest.

I clench my jaw as I stare into his beautiful eyes, and as he begins to stroke my dick, I find myself hating how much power he has over me.

"How do I get you to tell me what's wrong, Sweet treat? "He questions further. Calling me by the pet name he gave me, and I just glare at him. Fighting the desire I feel burning inside me.

"You know I can't stand you being mad at me. "He adds as he leans in to kiss me, and I feel flutters erupt in my stomach.

Every time. Every God dammed time. I always react like this around him. Even though I know it's not good for me, and loving him will only hurt me, I can not stop myself.

I shut my eyes when he moved his lips to my neck. Dropping feather-light kisses as he makes his way down my body, and my heart starts pounding in excitement I hate to admit. I turn to ice when he yanks the covers off us, and I inhale deeply when he plants a kiss on the tip of my cock. I look down at him, and sure enough, he's watching me. Studying how much of a hold he has on me. Watching how easily he can turn the tides of my heart and body. And from the twinkle in his eyes, I can tell that he loves the sight. The proud bastard!

I arch my back off the bed when he wraps his tongue around my tip, and I watch as he sucks my full length into his mouth. The feeling of his warm mouth around my dick sends all the cold I previously felt evaporating from my body, and sends sweet warmth and shivers to the roots of every single nerve in my body.

"Fuck... "I cuss as I grab the bed sheet.

My toes curl as he begins to wrap and work his tongue around my length, but I almost lose it when he swallows me, and I feel his throat wrap around my dick.

"Oh, shit... "I cuss as I bite my lower lip.

I feel my soul threaten to leave my body as he sucks me like his intention is to suck every voice of reason from my head... And it seems to be working. This isn't just a blow job. No. He is making love to my dick... With his mouth.

Goosebumps rise along my skin when he moves down to my balls, and unable to stop myself, I bury my fingers in his silky, long, black hair. I struggle to hold back as he keeps swallowing my full length. Allowing my dick to slam into the back of his throat, and breaking every ounce of self-control I have. I feel my eyes water, and sweat spreads through my body.

"I'm gonna cum... "I warn him, but he doesn't stop.

"I'm... "I try to warn him again, but it's too late. My grip on his hair tightens as I release my load into his throat. I collapse back on the bed, panting, and I watch him swallow my cum. All of it. He stands up with a proud expression on his stupidly perfect face, and I huff before rolling my eyes and looking away in annoyance.

Once again, he used his power over my body. I hate how my body responds to his touch. How I can't turn him down. How it's so easy for him to get my body to do what he wants... Like he just did.

I feel him get on the bed beside me, and I turn my back to him. How will I be able to stand my ground if things continue like this?

He suddenly wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer to him. Although I am angry at him, my body tingles when I feel his dick pressed against my bare ass. I shut my eyes as I savour the feeling. Fighting with everything in me not to push back against it.

He buries his mouth in the side of my neck, and I shut my eyes.

"I can't seem to get enough of you. "He whispers, and I swallow.

"You're so fragile, and I know I should stop before I break you, but I can't help myself. You're one piece of work that was created to push all my limits. I'm afraid my will is not that strong. "He adds, and I can't hold it in anymore.

"Is that all I am? "I demand, and I feel him stiffen.

"Huh? "

"Is this all I am to you? Your fuck toy. Your... Cum dump. I only exist in your life to pleasure you in bed. Is that it? "I question as I wriggle out of his grip and turn to look at him.

"David. What are you... "He begins, but I cut him off.

"It's a simple question. A very simple one. I only want an answer. "I reply, and he just stares at me. I immediately feel tears begin to sting the sides of my eyes, as I have an idea of what his answer will be but still want him to say it.

"I love you. You know I love you, and it is cruel that you act like you don't know it. Like you don't know I mean it when I say it. I'm tired of the games. I need to know if you love me too, or if I'm just fooling myself. I want you to point out what I am to you, so I know where I belong.

You said I can not leave you. So, if I'm going to spend the rest of my life with you, it's only fair that I know what my place is. Am I your prisoner? Your lover or just your boy toy? Something you fuck when you feel like it!? "I demand, and I see shock cloud on his face.

His hesitation to give me an answer breaks my heart, and I scoff.

"Of course. You can't answer. I don't know what I was expecting when you clearly told me from the start. This is where I belong. In your bed. Not in your heart. "I say, unable to stop the teardrop that escapes my eyes.

Unwilling to let him see me cry, I get off the bed, pick my clothes off the ground, and rush into the bathroom.

As my tears fell, I let my mind wander back to the start. The very beginning of all this. Every action and decision I made that got me to this very point. Everything I did that got me into this messy situation with a man who just sees me as his favourite plaything.

I wipe my tears and look at myself in the mirror, vowing that this time, things will be different. Somehow, I’ll make him see me as more than just a body. It's either that, or I’ll find the strength to finally leave.

This is the story of how I fell for my captor. Against logic, against common sense. How I fell wholly for a man I now know will never love me in return.