#domme switch

Another domme eager to break me, impatient to get her hands on me. And I’d be lying if the thought didn’t send a thrill under my skin, but the need to strip her of all her dominance and chew it up with my teeth takes over. She’s rough, but there’s a certain elegance in the way her strong hands aim to tear at my skin and make it hers. It almost makes me surrender to her... But her hunger mirrors mine, and my hands also know how to carve their path with hard caresses.

After so much struggle, so much effort to rule over the other, I finally have her trapped in my arms, my chest against her back, and my mouth pressed against her neck. My fingers find that inner spot that makes her moan and makes it hard for her to keep her eyes open. Oh, the frustrated moans of a domme, so exciting... "Shh, just take it, darling," I whisper against the skin of her neck, now marked by my lips. I bring my free hand to her mouth, and she doesn’t hesitate to bite me hard, sinking her teeth into my skin, perhaps in a lingering desire to still establish some dominance over me. The sharp mix of pleasure and pain washes over me, my laughter blending with a moan...

And maybe she will succeed. Maybe by the end of the night, she’ll bend me to her will and take my body however she desires. After all, how could I refuse?