P Is For Pleasure Then Pain

I can't explain it. The pleasure was insurmountable.
I awoke the next morning, though I could hardly remember the details of last night, the feelings of the memories were there. Along with the gorgeous woman beside me.
The curvature of her breasts to perky pink nipples, and her ass was absolutely the best. Just looking at her naked beside me was making me ache you see.
I didn't want to wake her as she seemed so peaceful, but I couldn't help trace her side with my fingertips. I paused almost marveling at the goosebumps I left behind, then she moved my hand below her hips.
My eyes practically jumped to hers, I woke her. For some reason I had this fear in the back of my mind, but her smile made me forget that quickly.
Then she was suddenly moving on top of me, rolling her hips around me. Ohhh, the way she started to ride, so sultry.
Then it was like something snapped a little as her nails dug into my chest. I flipped her over and was thrusting deep inside of her.
She moaned, practically screamed, I loved I could do this. Then the rest up until the end was but a blur.
As I was about to finish I opened my eyes again. I felt my perspiration fall, but looking at her I saw blood where sweat should have been.
I didn't understand, but I looked and where once green eyes had been were now black. I lost myself as she moved below me, but how did I not notice.
It was as if something else now had control of my body, the pleasure kept coming. But now I realized the pain.
I had scratches all over, and it was as if she absorbed the blood as it fell onto her. Deep open gashes, in some place I swear I saw my own bone.
My body is hers to use and control, to torture and break then heal to fight for her. There's only pain, she allows nothing else to feel.
She'll use me to pleasure her, die for her, if death is even possible now. She was like some sort of devil, and now I'm stuck in this ordeal.