What does it make me that I almost don’t care to consider the consequences? Weak? Reckless? Damaged? Have I fallen so far outside the lines of right and wrong that this new blurred realm is where all indecisive women find themselves? This will be my new normal. Dominated and debased by a powerful man, and yet…where I should feel frightened at the risk of losing control over my life, I’m relieved. As if a burden has been lifted from my shoulders and all I have to do is not question it. And as his tongue flicks over me, his mouth masterful and possessive as he devours my inhibitions with every lick and suck, I release the frayed ends of my will. Freeing any and all reservations and letting them dissolve under the swell of my desire for him. Chase. His name flits through my mind like a wicked daydream—one that I’ve kept locked away, too ashamed to admit even to myself. I’m not the sexiest.
