My body feels completely torn, half of it aching in pain and the other completely sated. I’ve never had a man do those things to me and not attempted to castrate him after. When his hand smacked my ass, it sent shockwaves of pain and pleasure throughout my entire body; it was like a wave reverberating through me. The way he took control of me and dominated was something I never thought I wanted. In that moment I didn’t need to think. He was in control. He was leading me. I could just exist and not worry. You, my little firecracker, whether you want to accept it or not, will be mine. I will have you and you will fucking love it. His. Chills run through me as even the thought of that word comes into my mind. I don’t know what I was thinking ever agreeing to it. You weren’t thinking with your damn brain. I can’t be his. It isn’t possible. What I did the night we first met was only a temporary fix for my problem. It will catch up to me and then I’ll be gone and he will never find me.
