Gentle-Sadist

Struggling to put into words how desperately I need my fingers digging into your hips while I breed that pretty little innocent act right out of you. I want you trembling, whining, moaning with that guilty little shame in your voice, acting like you did not beg to be corrupted this deeply.

Imagine your sleepy little body pressed against mine, safe in my arms, skin warm, mind empty, then slowly waking up because I’m sliding deeper into you while my palm covers your mouth, shhhh, no words now….

I want your knees parted, your thighs shaking, your hands gripping anything they can find while my mouth makes a mess of you. Not gentle enough to let you hide. Not careless enough to miss a single reaction. Just rough, hungry, controlled attention until your sweet little act falls apart and all that’s left is need.

I’d use your panties slowly, shamelessly, making a mess of them while thinking about all the quiet little ways you’d fall apart for me. You’ll only have to wear them exactly like that.

You were never looking for someone to order you around. Noise does nothing for you. You want the kind of man whose judgment makes the argument in your head go quiet. Calm enough that you stop checking every decision. Certain enough that following him feels safer than fighting everything alone. That is why the right kind of dominance feels different in your body. Your shoulders drop. Your thoughts slow down. The stubborn little part of you finally stops guarding the door. He never had to take control from you. You watched him long enough to know where you wanted to put it.