“I want you to tell me how much you want it.”
His fingers tapped my tear-stained cheek. His thumb dug in the other side on my jaw. He shook my head a little side to side, exaggerating the move I already made: my shake of denial. And my body shook in want. And I was so ashamed. But I wanted it more than anything; I wanted the belt. It hung around my neck where he had left it.
“I want to hear you say it. Come on, say it.”
We walked. Him forward. Me back. Baby steps towards an undeniable wall. Tears streamed down my face.
“Say it. Come on. Say it.”
He tapped my cheek a little harder as I panted with the effort of speech.
“I can’t,” I whispered. “I can’t.”
“Yes you can. Say you want it. Say it. Say you want me to use the belt.”
The buckle jangled a decorative promise at my throat. His shoulder loomed large, a pyramid to obscure the sky, a secret tomb through which I’d see what’s written in the stars.
“We both know it’s true,” he said, as my back hit the wall and his knee lifted up in-between my legs. He changed his grip now, crossing the belt in front of my throat, holding the ends loose to either side.
“You know it’s true, so say it,” he bent and whispered in my ear. His lips brushed my cheek.
I breathed once. Twice. Three times. He tightened up his thigh between my thighs and my chin lifted high.
“I want it. I want you to,” I cried.
He pulled the belt ends tight and solid leather clamped around my neck in perfect symmetry. In 4 seconds, I lost light, and he relaxed his hands but not his knee, and my hands came up and held his shoulders tight and I grasped breath and sight a while before he did it again.
And in the black he kissed me. And then he let me go. I fell back onto the wall and crumpled on the floor. He watched me so. He waited.
“I’m not done with you,” he promised. “I’m not done with you yet.”
I palmed the ground, and breathed into my back.
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