Kiss her!

You lean in, your gaze still locked on those bottomless blue eyes turned towards you. But when there’s maybe a millimeter left between your lips, she pulls back. “Erotic fantasies notwithstanding, don’t for a second pretend this is in any way consensual."

You pause. “Well…yeah. That’s actually kinda the point.”

She turns her head away and rolls her eyes. “Pathetic. Any man whoooooMMMMMMMM!”

Whatever scolding she was about to launch is lost as you grab her lustrous black hair and pull her head towards you as you press your lips against hers. She doesn’t return the kiss, but she doesn’t exactly fight it either. Nor does she pull away. The lasso again? Or her subconscious?

You break lip lock and kiss her cheek as she turns her head away. “A man who has to take his women by **** cannot know how to truly pleasure a woman.” Her tone is angry, but she’s also slightly out of breath.

“See, that’s what your type always gets wrong.” You nibble her ear lobe. “I don’t have to take my women by ****. I just prefer to.” Still pulling her hair back, you begin kissing your way down her neck. Your other hand slides over her stomach, taut beneath the thin costume. “I have lots of consensual sex; it just doesn’t compare to the rush of taking a woman against her will.”

She starts to say something else as you kiss the base of her neck, but a small sigh escapes her lips instead and she quickly clamps her mouth shut. Smiling to yourself, you suddenly yank her hair, pulling her head back and down; your other arm tightens, pulling her torso back into the chair. “As for you…” You whisper in her ear. “I guarantee you’re going to enjoy being taken.”

She stays silent and stoic, but you can see her eyes darting around anxiously. You push her head forward until her chin is on her collarbone, her black hair cascading over her shoulders. “You see, there are women who like to be dominated” you begin as you brush her hair over one shoulder, leaving her graceful neck exposed on your side.

She lets out a breathy “No…” but that’s all she can manage before she has to bite her lips again. Wow, she’s getting into this even quicker than you expected!

“And of course,” you say in between kisses to her neck and shoulder, “there are women that prefer to do the dominating.” Your other hand slides upward to trace the lasso looped underneath her massive breasts. “And that’s fine. But in my experience…” You trace a single finger along the underside of her tits. “The more a woman likes to dominate, the bigger the rush she’s going to get from being dominated for the first time.”

Your breath is hot on the back of her neck. “This…” she has to pause and swallow before she can continue. “This has gone far enough.” You stop brushing her hair and run the back of your hand down her bare shoulder and arm. “You have given me…much to think about. For that, I am willing to overlook your transgressions. If you release me now.”