Wait is Over

Him (closing the door behind them):

Take off the dress. Slowly.

You’ve been teasing me since your first sip of coffee.

Did you think I wouldn’t notice?

Her (unzipping, lips parted):
I hoped you would.
I thought about you under the table.
My thighs were shaking for hours.

Him (stepping closer, lowering his voice):
And you were wet.
I could smell it when you crossed your legs.
You carried my want between your thighs like a secret offering.

Her (dress slipping down her hips):
I liked the ache.
Liked sitting there dripping with your come
while the world thought I was just glowing.

Him (brushing knuckles down her spine):
You walked beside me like you were mine.
Because you are.
You obeyed in silence, and that obedience was loud as sin.

Her (knees tightening):
Every word you said felt like pressure between my legs.
I wanted you to drag me into a corner
and remind me how I’m meant to be used.

Him (gripping her jaw):
You belong on your knees. Not for my pleasure—
but because it’s where you need to be.

Her (sinking, eyes wide, trembling):
I crave the weight of your hand in my hair.
The pull. The power.
I want your cock down my throat until I forget how to say “no.”

Him (unzipping):
Then open.
Let me fuck the good girl out of you with every inch.
You’ve been so obedient—
Now let me ruin that quiet.

Her (lips parted, desperate):
Yes, Sir.
I want to be wrecked.
I want to feel your need inside my mouth, my throat, my cunt.
I want to be nothing but yours.

Him (thumbing her lip, voice like gravel):
And you will be.
From the bruises I left last night
to the tremble in your breath now—
everything you are belongs to me.

Her (whispering):
Then take it.
Take all of me.
Break me open until there’s nothing left but your name in my mouth.

Him (pulling her up, slamming her to the door):
You’ve begged for this all day.
Now I’m going to ruin you properly.