(this one is a bit darker than i usually write and had a pretty profound impact on U/us⊠i would really appreciate a lot of feedback on this piece tell me what you thinkâŠâŠ)
T/they sit opposite each other at the dinner table as she watches Him eat His spaghetti. As T/they chat about the day, she toys with her food, taking small, uninterested bites. she pushes her food around the plate and nibbles on the garlic toast distractedly, wondering what to say.
He looks up at her. âBaby, is there something wrong?â
âNo,â she sighs, ânothingâs wrongâŠjustâŠwellâŠâ
âWhat is it baby? Whatâs wrong?â
âWellâŠâ she takes a deep breath. âi⊠i wrote something to You today in my journal⊠here.â she pulls a book hesitantly from her lap and slides the bound leather journal she keeps for Him across the table.
Looking at her curiously, He opens the book. The last written page smells freshly of the ink she uses as He begins to read. His face is expressionless and unreadable as He reads. she fidgets some as He looks over the binding with a raised eyebrow. âThis is a different one for you.â
âi know it love⊠but itâs still there.â
He turns back to reading...
my dearest Love,
i read a story this week and it brought to light a fantasy iâve never voiced to You and barely have admitted to feeling myself. but i wanted to share it with YouâŠ
itâs about being forced...
itâs hard to explain why that struggle is one of my fantasies, but iâll tryâŠ
i want to be held down. i want Your strength over-powering me. i want to feel impossibly held...my thighs kneed apart while You pin me beneath YouâŠholding my hands above my head. i want to struggle and fight and push You away.
the knowledge that i cannot...god, LoveâŠthe thought of that only makes it better.
whimpering and crying...struggling and fighting, turning my head from side to side trying to get free.
but really...
i am using it to drag myself higher, toward that edge i craveâŠthat total loss of controlâŠtotal surrenderâŠitâs not mine to giveâŠYou take itâŠ.and my body responds...
even when my mind and voice revoltâŠi am wet and waitingâŠmy heart poundingâŠmy breasts heaving in an effort to breathe as the need and passion begins to take hold somewhere deep withinâŠ
when You finally force Yourself between my thighs, my legs are weak and unable to fight any longerâŠi struggle to pull my arms away, but Your grip only tightensâŠ
You have my hands in one of Yours, and the other is twisting and raking at my breastsâŠ
when You enter me finally, it is deeply urgent and powerfulâŠall the power released into a single solid hard deep thrustâŠfinalâŠcompleteâŠclaiming what is YOURS...
i am no longer my own ..
He looks across the table as He lays the journal aside. His eyes glaze a bit, as she sees something stir in them.
âI like it...and I could get into it,â He says taking another bite. she toys some more with her food. âEat baby, youâve barely touched your dinner.â
Picking up the bread, she tears little pieces from it and pops them into her mouth. âYou donât think iâm weird then? Wanting that?â
âNo, not at all...and I could enjoy it...cause it's something I think about sometimes,â smiling across the table at her as she tears apart her bread.
her hands nervously shred the bread as He sees mixed emotions of eagerness and nervousness playing across her face.
Looking up from the pile of crumbs beside her plate, she picks up her fork. Swirling her fork through the noodles, she asks, âReally? Why haven't You said anything, Love?â Surprise and relief are evident on her face as she takes a small bite.
âWell, it borders too close to rape for Me sometimes.â He looks up again, smiling slightly as He reaches across the table, napkin in hand to swipe the bright red sauce from her chin.
she nods slowly, blushing slightly as He wipes the sauce from her chin and drops the napkin next to her plate. âi think of it that way too, sometimes.â Nervously, she quickly takes another bite before catching His eye again, âBut...if W/we...kind of worked O/our way up to that edge...i think i would like it very much. This is one that i haven't had the opportunity to try beyond being held down a little...and He always let go when i struggled,â she shrugs.
T/they continue talking over dinner as her nervousness slowly turns from anxiety to excitement while discussing this new fantasy of T/theirs.
Finishing her meal, she rises slowly and reaches for His plate. He wanders to the couch, holding His drink. As He settles into His corner of the couch, she returns and lays her head softly against Him, lost in thought.
Catching her hand as it slides up and down His chest, He brings it to His lips to kiss lightly. âWhat are you thinking about?â
Smiling softly up at Him, she lets Him keep her hand. âYour fantasies...about this...i wonder what You think of doing.â He twines His fingers in hers as He thinks. Nerves dance in her belly as she waits with bated breath.
Taking a deep breath as He plays with her fingers, He starts slowly, âIt would go something like Me ripping your top open...then just pushing your bra up to free your breasts...you would fight to cover them up, so I would trap your hands behind you so I could pinch and play with your nipples.â
Gulping suddenly at the instant emotions that picture brings screaming to her belly, she whispers, âThen?â
Smiling softly down at her, the desire and need begin to shine in His eyes as He continues to unfold His own fantasy to her. âThen I'll take and force you on the bed, as I pin you there with my body. I start to take off your pants. You try to get away and it only helps Me to remove them.â
Transfixed, she nods silently as she hears her own fantasy come from His lips. She listens intently, squirming slightly as He unfolds the scene in His mind. His hand starts stroking up and down her armâŠfeeling the dampness forming between her hungry thighsâŠher clit beginning to throb as the ache in her belly turns to a fire, building her toward a plateau of needâŠphrases and snips catching and grabbing at her, demanding her attention.
ââŠworking them back and forth...fucking that pussy and rubbing your clit...then taking My cock and putting it at the opening to your pussy...and in one hard thrust...pin you to the bed as I fuck you...â
she whimpers softly as she wriggles closer to Him. Smiling down at her, He pulls her across His lap, talking quietly of all the nasty little things He would do to her.
she never thought she would feel so excited over the thought of being forced to struggle against Him. âOh, loveâŠyesâŠohâŠi want thisâŠâ she whispers into His chest. âi canât tell you what this makes me feel, love. Knowing that You wonât let go. i can struggle and fight and You wonât give up on me. i need that.â
Holding her close, He runs His hands slowly over her body, tenderly exploring. He whispers in her ear as she tries to concentrate on what He is saying; distracted by His finger running up her spine. The light, fresh scent of her hair sinks through Him sending His own need higher.
He nibbles kisses on her throat as He continues to lay out her fantasy.
âNo, I wont let go...I'll just fuck you harder,â He growls, whispering in her ear and sending chills down her spine. âAs long as I can tell by how wet you are that you want to get fucked...you will.â
Moaning softly at the thought, she nods as she lays her head against Him. âi will be. God, just thinking of it...â Sighing softly she whimpers, âi want this, love. i want to feel this. i donât know whenâŠbut i do.â
His voice grows deeper and softer in her ear as the desire to have her grows stronger and more needful. âYou will...I'm sure.â