“You are not the one in charge here.”
I know that is what he thinks, but I am not so sure. He may tell me what to do sometimes, but I have him wrapped around my pretty little finger.
At least that is what I think.
We circle each other waiting for the right moment to pounce. I can smell his want of me just as he can smell mine. It is such a heady feeling to know you are wanted. To see the desire in his eyes.
I play with my necklace as I stare him down. I use my fingers to stroke it and put it in my mouth so my tongue can taste the metal feeling all that much more connected to him. I hear his intake of breath as my tongue becomes visible wrapping around the chain.
Who will give in first? Who will attack?
It doesn’t matter. As we come together, it will be explosive. That first touch will not be enough. The first kiss, the first spank, the first bruise. None of it will be enough.
And his need to hurt me and my need to feel the pain will not bring us any closer to seeing who is in charge.
Lisa Gray 