I do, very much, want to be his good girl. I want to own it and flaunt it, and bask in it. Obedience. It makes me wet.
I hate losing, but I love all the ways in which you know how to twist my arm and bring me to my knees; I won’t co-operate but I might, eventually, concede.
Content Note: this is pure fiction but contains some elements which may appear to hint at non-consensual sex. Rest assured,…
The first rule of getting away with murder is; never, ever, tell anyone what you did. No matter what happens, do not admit, do not confess. Take that secret to the grave.
I’m in the bedroom. Bent double over the foot of the bed, ankles cuffed to the posts, arms tied above and behind my head. Face in the mattress.
I can see you watching me. Oh, you avert your eyes when I look around, you pretend to be deep…
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