You and I both know how this is going to go, or at least I thought so.
You throw me off as soon as you’re being affectionate to me as I get off the train- I don’t know how to tell you that I love it and I want to reciprocate and I *can* reciprocate, I was just caught off-guard. The light choking in the train station got me going more than I’d ever admit, especially when you pulled me close and saying you wanted everyone to see I was “your girl”; there was a part of me that wanted you to push me against the wall (I’m not proud of it).
Before I know it, we’re in your room and your hand is wrapped around my throat goading me to call you Daddy. It’s light at first but my resistance pushes you to keep squeezing, take my breath away, and have me fall to the floor. There’s a minute where everything is far away, your voice doesn’t sound real and I don’t know where I am. You take advantage of this, peeling my shirt off me, unthreading my belt, pull my pants off, and lay me flat on the floor. I’m regaining enough sense to see you above me and feel you throw me on to your bed.