The sun shone bright in my eyes, as I squinted & tilted my chin up towards you. The beams of sunlight seemed to burst around your face, like a halo. Like a god, like a savior. Darkness, surrounded by bright, white light.
The anticipation had been building for weeks. Here I stood, awkwardly & unsure, in front of you wondering if this would be worth all the hype. If the intense chemistry was just a figment of my imagination. The countless hours spent fixated on a man I had never met, from 100 miles away. You had conjured something deep inside of me. Desires that I had long forgotten I possessed. All of the secrets I had told you, the things you so easily coaxed out of me. I delved into my deepest, darkest fantasies for you – the ones that made my skin flush & my cunt pulsate with lust & burn hot, thirsty for a quake of climaxes. Like swirling in a wildfire of my own wanton nightmares. Like I’d been damned to my own eternal Hell for the filthy things that crossed my mind lately… most of them, with you, in mind.
It had become my mission to explore to what depths of pain & pleasure I ached for, & I wanted you to be the crusader of my mind & body.
It started with the kiss.
You grabbed a fistful of my hair at the back of my head, close to the roots, just as you had described you would. You pulled my body in close to you. I felt myself gush down below. And so began the ritual my mind & body would never have control over again – that I would always be perpetually wet in your presence. My cunt would be forever hungry for your touch, the ease of your voice, that look you’d give me when I overstepped with smart-ass remarks. My nipples hardened beneath unnecessary layers of clothing. Shivers ran up & down my spine & quickly enveloped my entire body, like a cold front had just swiftly taken over me. I felt feverish. I could feel your length grow against the front of my shorts as you held my body against yours. I was pleasantly surprised by the sensation of your girth against my thigh. My mind wandered as to how I’d thoroughly enjoy to have you thrust deep inside of my dripping wet cunt as I bent over the hood of my car, in broad daylight. The unsuspecting passersby we’d subject to our lustful, carnal gluttony. I’d never wanted to rip off clothing so quickly before & fuck a man I had only known for 15 seconds, as we stood there in broad daylight. I leaned into you as I tried to acquire the kiss I had been so desperately craving for weeks. But your firm grip on my hair grew taut, pulling my lips further from yours. I whimpered, & struggled, & fluttered my long eyelashes. My lips quivered. This is the part where you should be kissing me.
“Oh, so you want to play a game?” I said to myself, smilingly.
Your light green eyes stared into mine. You never took your gaze off of the feast you had in front of you. This lonely girl. This fragile thing. This sweet & innocent mixed with a dash… no, heavy-handed splash of dark & twisty to match your own. You didn’t know it, but it was at that moment, when you didn’t speak a single word but just stared intently into my eyes, further, into the depths of my soul, & held me close, though not so close as to let my lips touch you, that I could have been yours. Right there, in broad daylight – on a sunny Thursday afternoon. I could have kneeled at your feet at that exact moment. So readily & yearning for you to take control of me in whichever way you desired. But I told myself:
“A strong woman, like you, doesn’t do that. You can’t just fall to your knees & desperately beg a man you barely know to use you & break you… no, shatter & destroy you, show you all of the things you’ve needed for too long, satiate your dark desire for unwavering pain… & then ask him to put you back together again to abuse at another time as he sees fit. A strong woman, like you, doesn’t do that. Just like the men who came before him, you’ll eventually find the chink in his armor. You’ll hone in on the tiniest indicator of weakness & scratch at it’s surface to reveal a gaping hole, that he isn’t as indestructible as you hoped. Then, you’ll regret giving him control. Strong women, like you, don’t give in & kneel so earnestly, not this quickly.”
Oh, but I so wanted to. I could have submitted to you entirely- if my mind would have just shut the fuck up for a moment. Did you already know this, though?
We both felt it as I weakened. Your firm, unrelently grip slithering, like a serpent, around my neck. My hazel eyes widened in the stirring fear & excitement as I met the determination & amusement in your eyes. My eyelids fell softly; I felt the life leave my eyes & darkness crept in. Fading, fuzzy corners as my world slowly blackened. The cold front passed & warmth had taken over my body. My limbs became like lead & I sensed myself fading fast, giving in to the delightful pleasure & uncertainty of knowing my life was in your hands as you took my breath away. Slowly. Breath by desperate breath, & then slowly, you gave it back to me. Like a fucked up fairytale where I’m the damsel in distress: oxygen is like poison in my lungs, & you’re the knight in shining armor coming to rescue me from myself. Like mercy, like my intake of air was a privilege that you could give so freely & take away so greedily.
I plunged into you as you released your grip on my throat & finally let my lips meet yours. Deeply, with fury, you finally kissed me.
It started with the kiss.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/am6vi7/your_first_30_seconds_of_dominance_submission
It started out with a kiss. How did it end up like this?