I'm craving the escalation of everything. I want kisses with teeth. I want hugs with claws and texture. I don't want to be led, I want to be thrown, forced, and taken.
Do you sacrifice the pleasure of your flesh for the frisson of your power?
"No, No, No..." The words came out and I knew I didn't mean them. Still riding the wave of that orgasm, I wanted the pain. I craved it.
When you let go. That's when I let go.
The touch that hurts me is still first and foremost touch.
They would both hurt her. They could both own her. But she could only choose one.