You walk through the door and I’m already waiting. Standing there, shirt, tie, trousers, belt. No words. Just my eyes locking onto yours with a look that says everything to you... you're mine tonight.
Before you can say a word, I walk over to you and put my hand on your chin, tilt your head up, and whisper softly...“Strip, now. I’m not asking”
You hesitate...just for a second... and I smile "baby. You really need me to remind you what happens when you disobey?”
I grab you, spin you, and shove you hard against the wall...not to hurt you, but to own you. One hand pins both your wrists above your head. The other wrapped firmly around your throat, reminding you who's in control.
I lean in close... My breath hot. I say firmly,
“You don’t get to think tonight. You don’t get to choose. You’re here to be used. Owned. Tamed.”
Your breath is all over the place and I haven’t even started. I press my leg between yours.. holding you there, I feel you trying to grind yourself against my thigh... I pull away. “No. You don’t come until I say. You’ll beg me before I let you have it.”
I throw you onto the bed, face down. Hands bound. Blindfold on. You hear me moving... touching my belt, toys being gathered, the sound of chains, metal... but you can’t see a thing.
I say to you “Every sound you make turns me on. So moan for me and scream for me... or try to hold it in, if you dare.”
I tease you, edge you, deny you. Again and again. You’re shaking. Desperate. And I still haven’t let you touch me.
Then finally, after you’ve pleaded, after you’ve whispered “Please” in that ruined voice I love so much… I take you....deep, hard, without mercy.
And I don’t stop until your legs give out. Until you forget your name. Until all you remember is mine. |
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