Gentle-Sadist

I like her messy. Wet thighs, ruined eyes, that pathetic little look when she realizes pretending innocent was never going to save her from what she wanted.

I like when she is smart enough to know she should resist, but needy enough to fail anyway. Smart enough to understand how low she’s being dragged, dumb enough in the moment to beg for more of it. That little contradiction is disgusting. Perfect, but disgusting.

You know, running is not going to save your innocent little act. Hide behind that sweet smile if you want. I’ll still find the truth sitting in your pretty head. The silence. The way he looks at you without showing his face. Hidden behind a mask. Everyone thinks you’re pure. But your soaking wet thoughts would tell me exactly what kind of good girl you really are.

I’ll let you run because I like watching you try. I’ll let you hide behind the tree because I like hearing you panic softly. Then I’ll find you, tie you there, and use you until you remember why you wanted to be hunted.

You thought I’d stop after the second orgasm. I didn’t. You were a mess. Tears, drool, thighs shaking. I pinned you down and whispered how much of a needy little fucktoy you are right now.