“Tell me more about how it feels when I pin you down and cum inside,” Jessica demanded.
Sanneke switched the phone to her other ear, the edge of one canine catching her lip. Her wife had a particular heat in her tone that was oh so familiar.
“It’s best when we fight,” she answered in a soft voice. Her bare footsteps made no noise at all as she wandered the living room of their New York penthouse flat, fingers trailing over the back of the couch in absent recollection. “I have a love-hate relationship with our fights. When you’re glaring at me and seething, when I’ve pushed you and tempted you and egged you on to *just* shy of that line between lust and actual anger… I love the anticipation of knowing I’m going to get what I deserve, but I never really *want* to ‘lose’. I don’t want to let you win – I want to be conquered.