I love watching that naive little brain of yours just... slow down. “just one more drink” I tell you and you’re too far gone to even think about saying no. You’ve become so needy, so desperate for my touch. it’s almost pathetic how easily you let me wash your thoughts away.
“There’s my good girl”
“Keep those pretty eyes on me”
“You like that, huh?”
“You’re doing such a good job”
“You got this”
“Watch it”
“Not until I say so…”
“Let me hear you, baby”
“You look so pretty like this”
“You can take it”
“Faster baby”
“We both know you can be louder”
I press my palm tight over her mouth, muffling every desperate sound. She fights it at first—until the pleasure overwhelms her completely. Her body finally surrenders, melting into raw bliss, forgetting the force, forgetting everything except how good it feels to break for me.