I get off on pain…
On how I make her writhe under me. Persuade her into calling out to me. Teasing her, enticing her to cry out as I mark her flesh. Lick her rounded curves. Tie her down and claim her and…
I know what you are thinking. That I will not stop until I have broken her? Yep!
But here’s something else… I am hers because she chooses me. I have control because she believes that I deserve it. I punish her because she allows it. I own her because she gives herself to me. She settles that primal anger inside me, even as she incites the need to possess. To protect. She has no idea what I have in store for her…
And I will not stop
Until she is MINE
