Take What Is Yours [F][D/s]

In seconds, the words you say to her have her swelling with pleasure and cursing your name all at the same time. The mere thought of you taking the control you only allude to is intoxicating. You make one simple statement that her submissive mind instantly interprets as a command and she wants so badly to obey, to give in to her nature and please. It’s as if her very existence depends on her ability to accommodate your requests. And in those moments, those tortuous moments when the seconds tick on, ringing in her head, the ache between her thighs spreads like a wildfire into her belly and reminds her over and over how she has relinquished control to you.

It doesn’t matter how small or how large the control she’s given, but that she has. She wants to do anything possible to ensure your favor, to ensure the pleasure only you can cultivate. She wants to prove to you how much she deserves every ounce of indulgence that strikes your mood. Imagine it like a piano key striking a chord. The need radiates out in waves like sound until she becomes this needy girl, ravenous for orgasm at your will and not her own.

She wants you to witness how feral she becomes and to see the burning desire in her eyes. She craves for you to understand how the electricity runs through her body and is a delightful debilitator when you exert your force over her. She fears she’ll never possess the right words to express those moments. Her proposal: you never stop and perhaps one day she’ll be able to explain how needy her cunt becomes and wants every part of herself answering to your mercy. How long must she beg for you to take what is yours?

C. Stephens

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/u9hbaa/take_what_is_yours_fds