The door shut harder than I expected and before I even drew a full breath, his mouth was already crushing mine. It wasn’t gentle, not in the slightest. Hunger, sharp and impatient, poured out of him and straight into me. For a second I almost laughed at myself for being caught so off guard, but then his hand dug into me—hard, too hard—and I gasped. That little gasp only gave him more space to take. Teeth, tongue, the whole storm of him. I let him, because that was what he wanted and maybe, if I’m honest, what I wanted too.
I tried pulling back, just enough to breathe, but he caught my hair and yanked me still. That was the answer, wasn’t it? Who was in charge. My lungs burned a bit, but I stayed quiet, shallow breaths when he allowed them. When he finally loosened his grip, I swayed for a second, dizzy, and his eyes never left me.
“You like it?” he said, voice low, half a taunt.
I nodded. Words wouldn’t come. Maybe I didn’t want them to.
“Good girl.” The smirk told me more than the words did.
“Undress.”
So I did. Slow, maybe too slow, but I couldn’t help dragging it out. His stare pinned me in place anyway. By the time I was bare, that odd cocktail of nerves and excitement had already flooded my chest. He smacked me once as I passed him, a sharp reminder, and sent me to the other room. Kneeling felt strange at first, then it didn’t. Then it just felt… right.
The minutes dragged. I lost count, maybe on purpose. I thought he might be testing me, maybe punishing me. But I stayed, still, quiet, waiting.
When he came in at last, he didn’t rush. Just stood there, close enough for me to feel his presence crowding the air.
“Do you want it?” His hand brushed my cheek. Tender on the surface, but I wasn’t fooled.
I nodded quickly this time, a little desperate.
“Tell me,” he said, tightening the grip in my hair until I winced, “how much do you want it?”
The words tumbled out, rougher than I meant them. “More than anything.”
He studied me, dragging the moment longer, because of course he did. I knew he liked seeing me wait. My stillness was the proof he wanted.
“Open.”
I did. No pause, no thought, just obedience. In that moment it was clearer than ever whose rules I was living by.
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This is only the beginning. The story deepens in Part 2 Deeper into Submission where restraint, obedience, and desire entwine even further.
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