With a lustful lesson for Olivia

Well one good thing about Olivia and myself was that there were clear roles: She was full of temper and so passionate that it was beyond belief. Whereas my role in our relation was to stay cool and wield control... a control that I exerted with more and more joy as recently I discovered the kicks it gave me to be in charge in an erotic situation like this....

Well so I decided to regain control of the situation teaching Olivia a lesson on about who´s in charge:

Smiling at her in fake friendliness I laid my gloved hand in her neck as if I was planning to pull her face closer to mine in order to kiss her....

She continued ranting, well if she wanted it rough....

I winded her long blond hair around my wrist and out of a sudden pulled her head backwards. Don´t get me wrong I did this in a forceful yet sensitive way and not like a brute. Then I rolled her under myself. Sitting at her lap I straddled my boots covered legs - well I was wearing nearly cunt reaching black leather overknees.

I smirked down at her and said in a calm yet sharpe tone: "Shut up and be my slut!"

We stared in each others eyes my hazel eyes meet her greenish-brown that I loved so much. Even, no especially if they were full of temper and if it was anger like at the moment it did not matter to me as I knew her to well... this anger could be transformed into lust, into passion...

And that was what I was going to do.

You may ask whether I deserved her passion and lust after what I said earlier? Well again it did not matter to me, I now just wanted her. Wanted her to serve my own longings....