The dark, predatory part of me pulled at its fetters, wishing to be free and held unaccountable for the acts of depravity it would commit without the steady hand of restraint holding it by the collar. Mine. She was mine. And sometimes, the urge to throw her over a table and fuck her raw in front of everyone so that they would know that was too much to fucking bear. My cock stirred in my pants just thinking about it.
