you say “make me” all mouth and attitude then you fold the second my fingers wrap around your neck. you try to recover and fight back poor thing eyes flashing like you didn’t just melt the second I touched you. “I could still-“ I give your neck a warning squeeze. not cruel but not gentle either. just enough to cut you off. then I feel it immediately the hitch in your breath, the way your spine locks before your brain catches up and I can’t help but smirk at how predictable you are. I tilt my head, watching that fire drain from your eyes, the second your confidence crumbles “aw… that was fast” knowing you’re pretending you could fight me, but your body is doing the opposite. your hands lift, they hover unsure whether to push or cling and I don’t move I let you sit in it. let the tension build and the panic of wanting to be in control settle over you. “come on, love” I whisper “you were so loud a second ago” you swallow hard and that tiny spark of defiance flickering before my grip tightens just enough to shut you up completely. I feel your obedience settle before you even realize it. silence. I lean closer thumb brushing over the wet spot on your panties “you talk like you want a fight, but your body gives you away every single time, look at you. already dripping” and I can feel your breath catch as your heartbeat races under my touch. you love this. you love being caught. love knowing I see right through your act. “but he” I say almost softly, almost kind “I’ll give you credit. you’re cute when you try.” that earns me a broken and shaky breath you didn’t mean to make and I smile leaning in just enough to make your skin shiver. “struggle a little” letting the words sink in like a promise “let’s make this more fun.” I lay you back on the bed, hands firm but teasing. I start kissing you from top to bottom. beginning with your lips, lingering, tasting, feeling your trembles under every touch. letting my lips move down to your neck then each breast circling with my tongue and teasing with my fingers as your body shifts under me. already desperate and obedient. entirely mine. you start to tremble harder as I drag the sensation lower, down your stomach, down your thighs and I can feel how wet you are. I’m close to where you truly need me…but not yet. I keep teasing you, testing you, enjoying the way you react. until every shiver and whine tells me exactly how desperate you are, how ready and completely broken you are. I check you with my fingers, making sure you’re exactly how I want you. dripping and soaked. your breaths turn heavy, broken, begging without words. I trace you, taste you, drag it out until the whining turns to pleading. until your hips lift like you can’t help it. until you’re shaking and gasping. I finally give you what you’re begging for because I love watching you fall apart. love the way your body answers me. love how easily you give in. the way you cum for me like the good girl you are, exactly how I knew you would. shaking, surrendered, whimpering, obedient, mine and I stay right there “such a good girl… so easy to break” because yes…you really did give in to me, exactly how I wanted, exactly when I wanted and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
