Grey
My brain has completely blanked out. It’s actually been offline the second Quinn actually invited Mark to watch and even if Mark’s not participating at all, I’ve been constantly aware of his silent presence, of his eyes glued to us, of the way he’s gasping or holding his breath, or how he’s taking in with too much focus everything that Quinn does to me. And Quinn is doing so much that I feel like I’ve been falling into an abyss ever since it all started, falling and burning right through the fall.
Him making me admit I liked being throat-f*ucked, that I’ve never been taken like this before, that I want Mark to watch it all happen, it’s been lighting me up on fire and burning me to ashes, only to rebuild me into something new, distant, unrecognisable. I am constantly, completely awar
