The Edge of His Darkness
It’s 3am. I should be unconscious, earning another two or three face creases from sleeping soundly on His t-shirt, but in the shadows and silence and blessed fuckin stillness, I selfishly steal the time from my pile of obligations to travel back to our last night, our last morning, and just savor the memories. Words, images, moments flicker through my mind. Until I settle there. That. I hit replay and replay and replay. Fuck. What He did to me…. What I can’t even bring myself to fuckin type. Even here. No one has dared. Except Him. Except Him. Except Him. Looking back, I see clearly the presence I had felt. It was there. In the look carved on His face. The edge of a Darkness that He holds tightly at bay had come to watch me. Somehow... after so long... I had caught His interest again. I met His gaze without fear, and His vicious response was absolute. There was no warning. No preparing me to take what was to come. He. Gave. Me. No. Choice. And in the quiet deep o