Touching them under the table in the library, watching them become a mess in front of others, just to take them into the back of the library and rail them hard against the bookshelves.
“Good girl”
“You’re taking it so well for me”
“Eyes up here, princess”
“I’ve got you, I’ve got you…”
“Look at you, such a pretty mess”
“Stay still for me, baby”
“I want all of you”
“I know you can be louder”
“Don’t look away, watch me ruin you”
“Shhh… just a little bit more”
THIGH RIDING
thigh riding as a reward
thigh riding as punishment
thigh riding as teasing
thigh riding and not paying attention to me
thigh riding and giving me all the attention in the world
… can you tell i like thigh riding
defiling your innocence until it doesn't define you anymore. turning you into a broken little toy that seeks my abuse, my words, my hands and my power over you.
you'll go from asking me to stop, to asking for more.
thinking about being with a dominant man makes me so needy. like just imagining a hand around my throat, choking me until my head is fuzzy and empty while fucking me as roughly as they want… FUCKKKK
cw // choking , breath play
Fucking against the wall with a hand around your neck restricting your airway, deft fingers pressing into the pressure points on the sides and making you deliciously lightheaded.
the southern drawl of their voice as they wrap the ropes so tightly around your wrists an ankles, numbness spreading slowly.
“darlin’ i told ya, didn’t i? you can’t outrun a man born to chase animals”
tugging the rope tighter, to punctuate his point, as you whimper like a mutt