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you. Left you wanting. Left you staring at me as though you want
to scream, to make me come back and do what we just did all over again.
    You wanted me to be dominant, to do what I
wanted. You said you needed it rough, that you wanted buttons popping, hair
pulling and maybe, if you’re honest, you want a little
slap. Do you?
    Yes?
    I understand, I see. But there’s something that has been unlocked inside me now. You’ve set me off down a road where the chain of events might surprise you.
    Because now you’ll see exactly what I want.

 
    Her

 
    How dare you. Get back here. I was just
getting into my rhythm, a really fucking hot, carnal rhythm too. I need it, I
need you. Take me, damn it. Let’s go there. To our own
depraved Heaven and back.
    You’ve narrowed your
eyes, I can barely make out their blue depths. And your mouth and jawline, even
though my focus is a little out, my hitching breaths jolting me against the
wall, I can see that once again you’re wearing a new
expression.
    What is it? Lust,
desperation, dominance?
    You’re shaking your
head, tugging on your bottom lip with your teeth as if holding in words you’re
not sure I can handle.
    I can.
    Can’t I?
    A full body tremble is snaking its way up my
spine. Lust is tugging at my clit and pinching my nipples. God, the way you’re staring at me. You’re hungry
and predatory, a solid mass of male determination. I couldn’t escape if I wanted to.
    My scalp is throbbing deliciously, the air
wonderfully cool on my bare chest, reminding me that you’ve torn my clothing. That I’m yours to do with as you want. I’m at your mercy—perfect, that’s what I’ve been dreaming
of for so long. Needed until it tugged my guts and ruled my
fantasies.
    But what is it? This new,
dangerous glint in your eye. Tell me! No, don’t tell me, just come here, now.
    Your top is off. It makes a snapping sound as
it hits the wall. Your jeans and boxers fall to the floor, kicked away in a
knotted bundle. The heat around me increases as you step close again. That’s right, come here. But you seem so in control and
poised. You’re muscles taut but still, coiled for
action, brimming with unused power.
    Yet I’m frantic,
desperate, my limbs barely feel like my own, shaky and light. I’m consumed with need. The need for you. To please and be pleased. I don’t care if we act like animals giving in to basic instincts. It’s what I want. But you…
    You’re so in control.
    You’re going to do what?
Take what you want. Yes, do it.
    The tightness on my wrists burns. I know you’re strong, stronger than most, but normally you restrain
from using that brute force on me. I love it. I’m dizzy for more—more shoving into the wall, more stretching my arms higher above
my head. Don’t you dare ask if you’re hurting me,
because it doesn’t matter. I’m yours to do with as you
want. I’m all that exists in your world, and you are
everything in mine.
    Ah, yeah, the tip of your cock is damp on my
belly. You’re as turned on as me. Your breaths are
blasting over my face; I’m breathing them in,
breathing you in. My nipples feel so
abused, your chest hair, wiry and thick, scraping them brutally. Your weight is
on me, not quite crushing, but I can guess how it would feel on my ribs if you
leaned a little more.
    Fuck. I’m in the
air!
    Where are you taking me?

 
    Him

 
    On the bed, yes, that’s where I want you. On the bed so I can see you, all of you. Open your legs.
Spread them wide so I can see your wet cunt. That’s it, wider, until your muscles are screaming. Your hairs are damp, clinging
together in question-mark clumps, ready for me to sift my fingers or tongue
through them. Christ, I want to taste you, to make those hairs separate, but
you know what? I’m not going to do it. Not yet.
    Just stay where you are so I can stare at
you. See you for who you are now, one of those dirty sluts you so want to be.
Look at you, chest going up and down where you’re so
out of