Tags
control, ds, erotic, fantasy, hetero, homoerotic, possession, relationships
“I don’t want to share you with anyone else,” he says. “When you’re mine, there will be no one else for either of us.”
You would fit so perfectly together. How would he taste, how would it be to be possessed? You would sample the passion he promised, but he denies your curiosity. “I won’t help you make this choice,” he whispers into your hair. “I could make it for you right now, but I won’t.”
You exhale sharply as the wave of heat rolls over you, and your lungs scream for air. Visions flash through your mind — his mouth slanting across yours, biting, plundering, tasting your soul — a hand buried in your hair, exposing the hollow of your neck — pressed between his body and the wall at your back, your thighs parting for his insistent knee — your breath comes heavy; you stifle a moan.
It is as if your desire played plainly on your face, so knowing is his gaze. And you are utterly lost.