Up here with those eyes, Kitten. Show me, in those pretty little eyes how much I own you in this moment.
My ego is starving and I need you to feed it.
So tell me, without any words, how fucking bad you want me. Show me, how wet your pussy is, in your eyes.
Communicate, with your iris and pupils, how much of a whore you can be. A lady in every other moment. My whore, right here and now.
The taste of my skin’s salt sliding over your taste buds. The feel, of me hardening in your mouth.
That’s enough.
Now it’s my turn.
Your hair in my hand and a quick yank to pull you upright, sideways, flipped over, and flipped again. Devouring your soaking wetness like I haven’t had a drink in days.
Forcing orgasms out of your body like my own marionette. My dirty, slutty, cumming marionette.
I think you forget sometimes I have a way about me where I tend to get what I want. Always.
In fact, the last time I didn’t get my way was…um, oh, I can’t even remember. I’m sure it happened once.
A little extra effort is like foreplay to me.
Persistence is like a family crest so if you think I’m going to get impatient and lose interest, you have another thing coming, Princess.
But just know, I am taking mental notes. I will have my way with you, and each little tease I sustain will come at you in the form of torment, directly on your clit, with 120 volt plug-in assistance from my handy Thunderstick.
I will tie you up.
Every limb.
Well.
I’ll make sure your words are muffled. I’ll honor your safe word but I sure don’t want to hear it.
I’ll ask you if you trust me. When you say yes, I’ll tell
myself, “poor thing. She has no idea, does she?”
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