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.
The only pain I receive now is the pain I seek. The slaps, the bites, the scratching as rope is pulled taut across my skin. The kind of hurt that results in the indulgent satisfaction of surrender.
He made me count them and thank him for each one, and I did - knowing they would be the last ten I'd ever get from him.
...my body cannot lie when you strike me. It recoils. It shivers and squirms and my flesh reddens in protest.