firefly-flashes:

Sometimes I like it, when he simply tells me to be quiet and I obey, even when it’s a struggle to bite my lips and hold back all the little moans and whimpers and sighs he works so hard to elicit from my body.

But sometimes, this is what I crave. Not just a direction. But the little thrill of fear racing up my spine when his large hand covers my mouth and *stops* all sound. When his voice is not merely commanding, but growling deep, prompting my primal little rabbit brain to freeze in terror, making my eyes widen and my breath catch. When my obedience isn’t a matter of my will succumbing to his, but his purely physical conquest of my mind and body.