I take him by surprise, from sweetness to sprung energy, I grab him by the throat and shove him backwards, fast, sudden. He almost loses his balance, his eyes widen, he thuds into the wall just as he starts to flail.
I wonder if he will fight me. I want to see it. I watch the flash of defiance, maybe even anger: The injustice, the patronising cuntery of it.
“You know I can beat you,” he whispers, even as I hold him by the throat against the wall.
I take a millisecond to parse the sentence. Beat or BEAT. Doesn’t matter. He is telling the truth either way.
I tilt my head at him. I don’t say it. I don’t need to. But it’s there. The dare. The sneer.
“Go on then, boy. DO IT!”
He blinks at me, I feel him swallow under my hand. He doesn’t move.
I smirk at him, relax my grip a little and he reaches for me, instinct. I let him move a few inches towards me before I shove his head back again, the thump against the wall resonates up my arm. Solid, satisfying, sexy.
“Did you say something?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “No, Ma’am.”
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Umpf….
Yes!
Ferns
One approves Dahling
Coug
Then all is good with the world…
Ferns
How am I supposed to go back to sleep after reading this?? Very nice.
Bah! Sleep is overrated.
Ferns
Effectively short – – i.e.. to the point – – and sweet. So very, very sweet. The concluding exchange, particularly.
*smile* Thank you.
Ferns
Upon second reading, I like this even more. “Patronizing cuntery”? ~giggle~. Genius.
Heh… I was pretty pleased with that turn of phrase myself… Thank you.
Ferns
..Yeah…
I had a few moments with one recently who by and large identifies as Dominant himself..and there are times when he looks at me and there’s this absolute defiance in his gaze. And I know he’s thinking “I could take you.” And you know, I always grin back. Because he’s right, he could. But he won’t. Sometimes that’s the prettiest part of all.
Yes! I love that so much! Inner conflict of any sort is scorching.
Ferns
Enticing entry, pleasure to read.
I love the feeling of someone I could throw across the room if I wanted to, physically controlling me. Not just verbally, but physically holding me down and moving me around. I could resist, I use hand weights about their weight at the gym, I could crush them without effort, but I *absolutely* don’t want to. They *are* in control, despite our physical differences. Due to love or lust, the result is the same.
I’m glad you enjoyed it, thank you for stopping by to say so.
Ferns