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Never show weakness. A Lord does not feel. He’s a machine.
“Ryat is staring at your ass like he wants to eat it.”
Something tells me Google isn’t going to know shit about the situation we’ve found ourselves in.
His voice is rougher than it was a second ago. Almost angry. It makes my legs tighten and pussy throb.
My body has been screaming in silence for years for someone to touch it. To have their way with it. I can’t satisfy it. Not like I crave. Imagine having to scratch an itch that you can’t reach no matter how hard you try. Or trying to scream underwater for help, knowing that no one can hear you.
I imagine her like this with Matt, and my fingers dig into her skin.
She’s
craving to be owned, to be dominated, to be mine.
Why do I want him to force me?
“You’re such a good girl,”
Snapping the leather between my hands, I then slap it down across her upper thighs. She screams, her body tensing.
There is nothing wrong with a girl who has forced-sex fantasies.
it’s the fact that someone wants them so much, they can’t help themselves. Can’t take no for an answer. It’s more of the domination aspect of it.
“Although I like it rough, I think it’s more of the idea of a man being so overcome with desire for me that he can’t be stopped. And the fact I have no say over what he does. The feeling of having no control makes me feel in control. I let him catch me even though I run. I let him do it even though I fight him,”
My mind knows right from wrong, but my body craves the wrong.
I took his toy, and he knows it won’t be clean and innocent when I’m done with it. No, it’ll be dirty and tarnished. Used every way imaginable.
“Well, for starters, I’d rip that shirt off you along with that underwear. And I’d take that bottle of wine away from you.” I look up, forgetting he has cameras in this place.
I push her onto her side and rip her shirt up to expose her breasts to me. I reach out, wrapping one hand around her throat while the other squeezes her breast. I lean down and whisper, “Scream all you want, little one. You’re mine now.” Then I slam the hatch shut.
“Aw, you do care about me.” She smiles. “Can’t fuck a dead chick,” I joke. Well, you can, but then again, that’s not a kink I’m into.
The fact that she even mentioned him pisses me off.
not taking my eyes off his until he disappears down another hallway before Blake can even see him.
Why? Why do I want to be treated like nothing? I wish I could explain how much my body craves to be dominated. How much my mind dreams about it.
“You were mine yesterday, today, and tomorrow.” He gently kisses my
forehead. The tenderness a contradiction to his threatening words. “And you will continue to be mine forever.”
