Page 44 of Pose for Me
Ryell strides over like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Like he didn’t fucking leave me in this cell after he told me he wouldn’t.He fucking promised.
As soon as he steps inside the cell, I’m on him. I land a hard punch to his mouth, knocking his head back. I’m weak as fuck, so I don’t think it really hurt him as much as it shocked him.
I don’t let up. I pummel him all over and jump on his back when he turns to leave the cell, wrapping my chain around his neck.
“You! Fucking! Promised!” I yell, pulling against the chain, yanking him back.
When we fall on my bed—making it bow under our weight—I let the chain go and climb on top of him.
“You’re a fucking liar, Ryell! You’re a liar!” I throw punch after punch that land on Ryell’s upraised arms. My weak limbs aren’t doing any damage, judging from the bored look in his eyes.
He doesn’t care. This isn’t even affecting him.
That thought makes me fight hard, tears racing down my face. “I fucking hate you so much! I fucking hate you!”
It hurts to yell, hurts to fight, but I keep going.
But my fighting turns into wracking sobs, and then I’m fighting to get myself under control, to stop my ragged breathing, which has ratcheted up. I can’t stop the heavy panting. The panic attack has my eyes bugging out and my chest burning.
“Lane?” Ryell asks from under me, lowering his arms and looking at me curiously.
“Fuck you!” I cry, though I can’t fight anymore. I can barelybreathe.“I…you…why….I don’t…oh god!”
I slide to the floor and tuck my knees close to my chest and rock back and forth. My breathing hasn’t calmed down, and my vision swims, blackening at the corners.
“Lane, look at me,” Ryell says, kneeling in front of me. “You have to calm down.”
“Calm down?” I shout. “Your….fucking…fault. Yours! You…fuck…Ryell…why…” I stop talking to steady my breathing, but nothing is working. I even suck on my fingers, hoping to soothe myself, but it’s useless. My anxiety is ratcheted up too high for that method to be beneficial. I suck harder, trying to calm down, but nothing happens. My heart still thumps, and my breathing is too harsh.
“Look at me,” he says, tipping my chin up.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” I scramble away, sobbing now, my shoulders heaving with the force of them.
I’m invisible. I’m invisible. Invisibleinvisibleinvisibleinvisibleinvisibleinvisible.
Strong arms wrap around me, and I’m too caught in my spiral to shake them off. Dimly I hear the sound of a zipper, and I’m being pulled between Ryell’s knees. Then something warm and heavy pushes past my lips.
His cock.
I immediately start to calm down, suckling on him as my hands grip at his thighs. His soft fingers glide through my hairas my heart rate eases, and my eyes roll in the back of my head. His cock is so much better than my fingers, the thickness of him soothing me more than my digits ever could.
I wrap both arms around Ryell’s waist as I suckle at him, taking this comfort for what it is.
“It’s okay,” he whispers, as if from far away. “I got you, Lane. It won’t happen again.’
Pulling off his cock, I peer up at him, knowing I’m a fucking mess with tears, snot and spit coating my face, but I don’t care. “You promised me before, Ryell. You said?—”
He places a finger on my lips. “It won’t happen again. I’m going to take care of you. Now keep suckling until you’ve calmed down.”
I do what he says, taking his half hard dick back into my mouth.
My eyes grow heavy as I further relax, leaning my head onto his thigh so I can keep his dick in my mouth but also rest.
Before I fall asleep, I hear Ryell say, “Don’t worry, Lane. I got you now.”
Nineteen
Ryell
