Youâre playing the part perfectly , the modest girl, the respectful daughter, the one they all trust... Youâre composed. ..youâre so called "pure"
But Iâm watching you from far
I see the way your clothes strain against curves you pretend don't exist.....I see the flicker in your eyes... You think youâre safe because youâre surrounded by blood and tradition, but thatâs just a joke.... You aren't safe at all , You're just trapped...
Then comes the moment you stand up....the walk to the restroom....which you thought would be a quick break...
but
The second that door clicks shut, your world changes.... Iâm already there... I slam the door behind me, the sound echoing like a sentence, and pin you against the cold tile... I lean in, my breath hot against your ear, and whisper...
âQuiet, beautiful......â
Your heart isn't just beating, itâs hammering against your ribs, terrified and thrilled, because your family is only a few inches of wood and plaster away.... out there, you are a good lady... in here, you are just a toy for me....
I crush you against me, gripping your thighs, lifting you up and forcing you to feel exactly how much power I have over you in this silence....
âSo modest, isnât it?â I sneer, my voice containing a wicked & dark kind of amusement..... âSo much shame... yet youâre shaking for me? huh?â
I donât wait for an answer because I don't want one....
My hand drops, sliding beneath the lace, bypassing the modesty, finding exactly where youâre burning.... youâre drenched...youâre a mess.
I smirk âLook at you , a saint for them... but for me, youâre just a soaking little bitchâ
Then, I drive my fingers inside you.....
I want you to feel the contrast , the freezing wall at your back and the heat of my hand inside you , betraying everything youâve ever been told to be....
I break you right there, fast and ruthless, your breath hitching you panting and strangled in your throat... I want you to suffer through the pleasure, fighting the urge to scream, terrified that your cousins might hear the sound of you coming apart in my grip....
I push deeper, reminding you that no matter what title you hold outside this room, in here, you belong to me....
âWait my little slut...â
I withdraw slowly, leaving you hollow craving for more, trembling, ruined, while the scent of your heat and wetness lingers in the air... I slip out the door before you can even remember how to breathe....
& when you walk back to that table... when you sit among them and fake a smile, pretending nothing has changed... you'll be counting every single second until you can feel me again.... you'll realize that the 'good girl' act is a cage... and that you've never felt more alive than when I was breaking you !!!
I will ravenously consume, devour, and feast upon her with a wild, insatiable hunger while deliciously worshiping, tasting, and completely claiming every inch of her like an absolute craving.
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