@beautiful-when-she-s-angry

Just because I put you on top doesn’t mean you’re in charge.

I could have you above me, but my legs will be wrapped around your hips, my hand woven in your hair, the other gripping your neck to keep your flushed face buried in my shoulder. You could be rutting into me like a needy, little rabbit, but the sweet praise I whisper in your ear will have you begging like the desperate toy we both know you are.

I could be on my hands and knees, you behind me, humping away like a filthy puppy, but my fingers twisted in your collar and the ways I describe how I own you will remind you to whine, “Pretty please,” until I allow you to cum.