Gently Bitten

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Domme

"If it makes you feel any better, I don't like you very much either.

But I *do* think you're really hot, and I'd love to get that cock of yours that's so hard for me now all the way up inside me.  You can imagine that now, can't you?"

The dark-haired woman in black silk robes stayed casually reclining on her chair, but looked intensely at the short-haired blonde man in black jeans and black shirt standing in front of her, who strained as if he was trying with all his will to break her gaze but couldn't.

"I would ride you all weekend and call in sick on Monday," she growled softly, smiling, as he drew in his breath sharply, clearly imagining it in great detail.  "But it has to be on my terms.  You have to come here," she indicated the floor in front of her, with a sweep of her arm that brushed her robes open, revealing the length of her otherwise-bare left leg almost to the crotch, "and kneel, and beg for it."

"Fuck you, you bitch," he whispered.

"Yes, that's the idea," she said, smiling lazily.  "I know it's not your usual style.  Maybe you shouldn't have told me to do my worst when you came to my hypnosis demo."  She smirked.  "Because some part of you really likes the idea, and really wants me a *lot*.  Maybe because it's edgy for you, not being in control.  Sometimes things that are edgy for us are the hottest, you know?"

He said nothing, breathing heavily.  He was still staring at her crotch.  Unconsciously he licked his lips.

"Come to me when you're ready," she said.

With a little moan, he turned his head away and half-ran out of the room.