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.
Why I think you want to hurt me
Do you sacrifice the pleasure of your flesh for the frisson of your power?
I stammered and resisted. He grabbed hold of my wrist and pulled me toward the shower door. I watched as he pushed the handle away from "hot" to "cold" and held me there.
No, No, No….Yes.
"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.
He didn't deserve her light. She didn't deserve his darkness.
They would both hurt her. They could both own her. But she could only choose one.