art-of-domination:

She had confessed to him her fantasies sometime ago. At dinner one night, after they had been together for a couple of months. To her delight, he didn’t think she was weird. He didn’t think she was strange or a freak. After she had told him, he took her hand in his, looked her straight in the eye and in a calm matter-of-fact voice said, “I understand. I know exactly what you need.” He squeezed her hand gently and smiled at her warmly, reassuringly. She almost fainted when he said the words, a rush of embarrassment, desire, arousal and fear combining to overcome her. The next couple of weeks stayed mostly the same. She saw flashes of his dominance, but nothing that lasted. A smack to the ass here, a growl in her ear there. But nothing too serious. They hadn’t spoken of it again but she wanted more. So much more. She kept waiting for him to bring it up again. Ask her if she wanted to experiment. But he never did. 

He had slept over that night. It was a Saturday morning and they had slept in. She got up to get something from the kitchen. As she went to put on something, she felt his hand. “Keep them off”, he said to her softly, yet firmly. She smiled at him, nodding her head slowly before getting out of the bed and heading towards the kitchen. She had just opened the refrigerator when she heard him follow behind her. He was still naked as well, his cock already displaying its arousal. She shut the door and looked at him, his eyes burning into her. “Face the wall. Now.” She could feel her heart beating furiously as she headed towards the wall. She bowed her head slightly and closed her eyes as she tried to calm herself, her excitement, her nerves. Seconds later she could feel him, his body warm against her, his skin soothing her mind, her nerves. She could feel his breath hot on her neck, her ear as his lips caressed her softly. 

“Today is the day you become mine”, he said gently to her as he ran his hands down her slender figure. That day was a day she’d never forget.