Take What Is Yours

In seconds the words you say to me can have me swelling with pleasure and cursing your name all at the same time. The mere thought of you taking the control you only elude to is intoxicating. You make one simple statement that my submissive mind instantly interprets as a command and I want so badly to obey, to give in to my nature and please. It’s as if my very existence depends on my ability to accommodate your requests. And in those moments, those tortuous moments when the seconds tick on, ringing in my head, the ache between my thighs spreads like a wildfire into my belly and reminds me over and over how I have relinquished control to you. It doesn’t matter how small or how large the control I’ve given, but that I have. I want to do anything possible to ensure your favor, to ensure the pleasure only you can cultivate. I want to prove to you how much I deserve every ounce of indulgence that strikes. I imagine it like a piano key striking a chord. The need radiates out in waves like sound until I become this needy girl ravenous for orgasm at your will and not my own. I want you to witness how feral I become and to see the burning desire in my eyes. I crave for you to understand how the electricity runs through my body and is a delightful debilitator when you exert your force over me. I fear I’ll never have the right words to express those moments. Might I propose you never stop and perhaps one day I’ll be able to explain how needy my cunt becomes and wants every part of my being answering to your mercy. How long must I beg for you to take what is yours?

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