“You like that big black cock don’t you?”
His controlling voice sends tremors through her entirety. The words assertive, the tone dark and firm. He is thoroughly at ease with the commanding power he yields.
“Does that fill you up inside?”
“Who’s pussy is this?”
“You need this dick now don’t you honey?”
“Who’s pussy is this?”
“You need this dick now don’t you honey?”
They were only words and questions, but they tied her up and bound her to him. Brief inquisitions that demanded her to reveal everything inside herself. Her own needs, desires, fears and pain became brutally transparent with each one word response. The inflection within each reply was forcing her open, making her all the more naked and exposed.
“Yessss, YESSSSS”
She cried out each reply with more intensity than the last.
Thrown, flipped, and twisted until he draws out of her what didn’t exist before. Molding her on the mattress into a sexual being unrecognized herself.
“Do you know... you are MINE?”
He growled the question, clearly conditioning the response he wanted to hear
“Yes sir”
As the words left her lips without a thought, she realized she was speaking the language of submission. She was now unanchored to her conceptions, loose from her sexual morality, and unmoored from her matrimony. She was releasing everything to him, stripped her to her core.
His powerful hand abruptly found her throat to seal his control over her. He had captured and liberated her in the same moment. That mutual understanding now tied their souls together. The wicked smile she now wore was involuntary as she set adrift without course into the sea of his violent lust.
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