Today was about him.
"I want you to hurt me." I whisper as you stroke my cheek in the darkness.
"I will." He says as he has me pinned I can't move my arms.
We're kissing, his mouth tastes like a red velvet cupcake. I keep kissing him slowly, I'm nervous. His hand his on my thigh.
I want this but I know he's different. He'll give me the pain I want so badly. He will also require intense devotion. I know his type. He's something dark when he's with me. I like the way he makes me feel when we're here.
"Can you do it?" I ask him, stealing a glance at him.
"Don't kid yourself precious." He says tightening his grip around my neck.
He kissed me again. I felt his cock against me as he carried me into the bedroom. It's been along time since I'd been carried anywhere. He had a way of making me feel precious, even though I know what he's going to do to me.