Every Part But One

I step in and I kiss him quickly, eagerly. I press my tongue against his lips and he lets me in and I play for a moment before sliding back away.

"My mouth was always on offer. My body, every part of me but one. Every part of me you could have had and I only asked for one part of me to remain but still you fucking had to push.

"That's your fault, Blake. Consent isn't black and white and it isn't easy for you to wrap your tiny little brain around, but I'd suggest you try.

"Because if you do you'll find that there is a whole world out there waiting for you. A world of women who will find you charming if you manage to reign in the worst parts of yourself. Keep them under lock and key, and women will give you so much more than you could imagine."

Nipping forward I bite at his bottom lip for an instant before I pull back fully and smile.

"The difference between now and then is that we found a middle ground. I was never going to let you fuck me, fuck my pussy that is. That was my line in the sand, my hard limit. But there is so much you can do with the rest of me and you fucking know it."

Blake seems to get it, which is good. It means there is hope for him and that he can be trained and maybe that even means that he can be housebroken and that I can make him or remake him into someone with some kind of meaning.

Maybe it means that there is hope for him after all.

"You want this?" he asks, as if he's just being sure.

"I want you," I say, "I want you to take control."

Rules set. Game established. Everything laid out for him to take command and Blake? He doesn't disappoint.

He steps forward with his commanding presence and he grabs me, one hand on the back of my head and the other on the small of my back. He makes me feel tiny as he pulls me into him, kissing me hard and grasping at me with all of the frustration that I just know that he's feeling.

Pulling my head back once more, this time he doesn't stop when there is space between us. He twists my head in his grip, bending me at my neck so that I'm staring up into the air breathless with being so dominated.

"You are one fucked up bitch," he mumbles, less sure of himself and his words but when I moan and wriggle appreciatively in his arms he goes on with more power and strength, "You've got my head all fucked up."

"So take it out on me," I say, breathless, "Punish me for it."

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