Sometimes, you need to offer yourself to me this way. being-pleased: You don’t need to use yo

Sometimes, you need to offer yourself to me this way.

being-pleased:

You don’t need to use your words sometimes. Sometimes actions speak a lot louder than words. When I walk in and I find you as such, I know… I know that right now you will not be cuddled. You will not be held. I will not be pulling you into my lap, kissing your nose and asking about your day after telling you about mine…

Right now I need to forget, somehow, that you’re my babygirl. I need to push away decades of upbringing that tells me a man shouldn’t hit a woman. I need to balance on the knife’s edge of fear, fear of accidents, fear of the depths of my own darkness that will now be invited out to play… fear for your safety, fear for my sanity, fear of doing something wrong… I need to balance on that edge. I can’t just push that away, because it’s the only safety there will be tonight.

Tonight you want to be hurt.

Tonight you need to be hurt.

And it’s my job, my duty, and somewhat reluctantly… my pleasure… to do so. You put your trust in me, and I put my trust in you to tell me if things are going wrong, going too far, too deep, too hard… But unless that happens…

You better bite down on this gag, slut. This will hurt you a lot worse than it will me.

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