HIS KEPT WOMAN: OWNING HER

I like your pants around your feet

And I like the dirt that's on your knees

And I like the way you still say please

While you're looking up at me

You're like my favorite damn disease

I know.

You aren’t used to flaunting yourself in public—even in a locked, heavily tinted car.

I also know that situations like this make you feel vulnerable and exposed.

And I know it excites you.

I parked the car conveniently in an isolated area where there’s little chance of us getting caught.

I knew that.  But you don’t.

You worry that someone’s going to catch us do the deed and yet your pussy’s wet with the thought us being watched.

When I reached over and grabbed the back of your head and pulled you towards me, your mouth was eager and hungry.

I managed to drag your pants down to your feet.

The wetness of your cunt filled the air.

And I can tell you are ready.  You are always ready for me.

Always wet.

My finger dipped into your cunt and slid around it’s slickness.

I brought the finger up and pushed it past your lips.

“Taste yourself.”  I commanded.

And I love the places that we go

And I love the people that you know

And I love the way you can't say no

Too many long lines in a row

I love the powder on your nose

I push you back against the front of the car.

Just a small nudge from my body and I know I can dominate you.  Take over you.

Your breathing changed.

It became heavy.  Slow.

I push into you.

A small whimper escaped your lips.

I grabbed your hair and pulled it back.

I want to see your lips while I take you from behind.

I roughly shoved my hand up your top and pulled it up exposing your breast to the darkness, the wind, and the open space.

Simultaneously, I tugged on your hair and rolled one of your hard nipples between my fingers.

I know you are mine for the taking.

And I know I could do anything to you right now.

And you, my dear, would succumb to whatever I say or instruct.

And now I know who you are

It wasn't that hard, just to figure you out

(Now I did, you wonder why)

And now I know who you are

It wasn't that hard, just to figure you out

(Now I did, you wonder why)

You want it.

You twist and turn within my grasp.

I know you body is silently begging for it.

Yearning.

Needing.

Lusting.

My touch was teasing.

All over you.

But never where you wanted it.

My fingertips teased your upper thighs.

You parted your legs—a silent invitation.

An invitation to make my hands wander upwards.

To get my fingers wet.

To feel your desire.

To delve into you.

But we both know that’s not going to happen.

Instead I grasped your right breast with my hand.

Grabbing and almost pinching the nipple between my fingers.

A gasp escaped your lips.

I twisted.

I pinched.

Testing your pain threshold.

The tighter I grabbed, pinched, pulled, twisted, the more your body responded.

Your breath hitched.

Your chest flushed.

Your nipples got harder than ever.

Your body quivered.

My free hand wrapped its fingers around your throat.

And you lifted your head to enable me a better grasp.

Why are you so giving?

So trusting?

So fragile?

You throb at my mercy.

You ache in my hands.

I own you.

I dominate you.

And every part of you is turned on.

Aching for more.

Wanting more.

I will use you.

I will take you.

Your body and your will.

And you—you like it all.