I walk in
and I already know I’m not letting you leave untouched.

Not when you look at me like that—
all needy eyes, flushed skin, thighs pressed tight like you’re holding something in.
I know what you need, love.
I can fucking smell it on you.

You’re wet already, aren’t you?
Soaked through your knickers,
desperate for me to take control.
To bend you over
and fuck the sweet out of you.

Get on your knees.
Now.
Open your mouth.
Let me see how obedient you really are.

That’s it.
Good girl.
Drool down your chin, gag on it, eyes watering.
Don’t stop till I say.
I want you messy.
I want you mine.

Then I’ll pull you up by the throat,
slam your back to the wall,
and rip those tiny knickers off your dripping cunt
like they were never meant to be there.

You think I’m gonna be gentle?
No, sweetheart.
I’m going to fuck you like you begged for it.
Like this pussy belongs to me.

I want to hear you scream into the pillow
while I pound you from behind
hands gripping your hips
pulling you back onto my cock
like the good little fucktoy you are.

You’re not going anywhere
until you’ve come for me
at least three times—
shaking, soaked, stuffed full of cock
until all you can do is moan my name
over and over
like a fucking prayer.

I’ll spit in your mouth
slap your arse till it’s red and burning
then soothe it with my tongue
just before I shove my cock back in
deep
hard
until your legs give out
and I have to hold you up to keep ruining you.

I want you sobbing with pleasure
begging for my cum
begging me not to stop
even when your body’s too wrecked to take more.

But you will.
You’ll take every inch.
Every thrust.
Every fucking drop I give you.

And when I fill you,
you’ll thank me.

You’ll lay there, wrecked and dripping,
my cum leaking down your thighs
and you’ll know
you were made for this.
For me.
For us.

But I’m not done.
Not till you pass out on my cock.
Not till I’ve fucked you into silence.
Not till you forget your own name
and remember only mine.

Now bend over again.
We’re not finished.