Dark Notes

by Pam Godwin

Nothing is inconceivable, and everything is possible. The proof is in the magic of music.

In the depraved innards of my soul, I thrill at being the thing she fears. I want to claim her apprehension, dread, and uncertainty. I want to take ownership of all of her emotions and be the sole reason she trembles and cries.

Beyond my hunger for discipline and pleasure, I feel this deep aching desire to provide for her in all ways.

“Sometimes you love people you shouldn’t, and in the endless space of that love, nothing else matters.”

Christ, this girl… She’s my music, my place in this life, my part in it all.

I died somewhere between my release and his. And now I know how it feels to be alive.

The power is mine. I bask in it. His hands tremble, and I grab them, hold them, our fingers intertwined. I have him.

With my arms and legs hooked around him, I cling to the pillar of his torso. This brutal man is my home. His hell is my heaven. I’m his Ivory, and he’s my darkest note.

Her feistiness might be my fuel, but her obedience is my fucking fire.