#when dom

I want you to make me beg for you, make me whimper and rut against your leg desperately, saying your name over and over and over while you just watch smugly and know I'll give you anything you want. I want you to enjoy feeling me get harder and harder while I clutch onto you pathetically and try to mouth at your pretty little dick through your boxers. Maybe you'll grab my hair and pull me away just to see the pleading look in my eyes. Maybe you'll let me suck you off but leave me straining in my pants until I make you cum. By the time you finally let me inside you I'll already be shaking, maybe I'll even be crying with want, rocking in and out of you hungrily while I hold you close and adore every inch of your body that I feel so honored to be able to touch, thanking you over and over.

I want to watch you get more and more possessive the longer you have me, the longer it sinks in that I'm truly yours. My life belongs to you, so why shouldn't you be commanding of it? Why shouldn't you take up all my attention, consume all of my thoughts, be the reason behind every one of my emotions? Why shouldn't you know everything I do and think? I may dominate you sexually, but deep down every single fiber of my being yearns for you, yearns to carry out your will, and I want the idea, the mere whisper of a thought that anyone else could make me feel a fraction of how you make me feel to drive you insane. I'll, of course, only get more and more desperate for you the more you monopolize me. When I can only touch you, look at you, think of you, of course I'll be ravenously tearing you apart every opportunity I get, coming to you for everything, clinging onto you like you're the only thing in the world because to me you will be. And we both know how much you'll enjoy when I drag you away in public to fuck you, to prove that no matter where we are, who we're surrounded by, I only want you and you alone to the point I can't stand to be in public for too long because it stops me from worshipping you. I want you to embrace the fact that you're a higher being, better then anyone else I'll ever come across, and because of that, to spare me the dissapointment, you have to keep me all to yourself at all costs.

want so badly to tease you throughout the day. purposely drop something and lean forward in front if you to pick it up. to wear tight pants to accentuate my hips. to leave lingering touches just enough to distract you from whatever youre doing.