#dominantmindset

If you’re mine, I’ll keep you close. I’ll guide your hands, rest my palm on your lower back when we walk, tuck you into my side when you get quiet, tilt your chin when I want your eyes. Soft kisses, slow touches, gentle control. I don’t stop caring just because the moment is calm. I stay, I hold, I soothe.

I love when her thighs start to tremble because I haven’t even touched her yet. When her breath catches just from my voice. When she grinds against my leg, desperate, trying to chase what I won’t give. When her body begs before her lips dare to. I love ruining her rhythm. Pulling moans from her in the quietest moments. Making her blush from just a look across the room. I love knowing she’s soaked just because I said her name and I haven’t even taken my belt off yet.

She wants control, yes, but sometimes she just needs someone who notices when she’s about to break, and stops the world before she has to ask.

Bruises on her inner thighs, soft at first, just lips pressing into skin like a secret. Then my teeth joined, slow and deliberate. She gasped, wriggled, said my name like a warning. I didn’t stop. I wanted her marked, wanted her to feel every step the next day and remember exactly who made her whimper with just a mouth.

Need a hug that results in filthy sex…

She’s grinding on my thigh like a needy little thing, soaking through her panties, thinking if she moves just right I’ll finally let her cum. But I’m not helping, not touching, just watching her ruin herself while I decide how long she has to beg before I even think about letting her finish.

She looked at me like she needed it. So I gave it to her, rough and slow.