considered-by-a-wolf:

playfully-sadistic:

I want you to struggle, baby. Force me to use all my strength to fight you down, until your back is pressed against the mattress and you suddenly stop to look up at me, a big, not even slightly innocent smile on your face while you slowly start to open your legs and grip one of my wrists to lead my fingers to your lips and close them around two of my fingers. I want to see the moment in your eyes when you’re okay with losing against me, when you’re eagerly dropping your struggling, when the expression in your eyes almost screams “Finally! Took you long enough”.

Put up a fight and act like it’s exactly ended how you wanted it to when I show you your place. I want to see that it takes effort to get you to your knees, and that you only do it for those who prove themselves worthy and stronger than you.

Show me you can take it. Show me that you can actually take the consequences of your poor behaviour. You can take quite the beating, can’t you, darling?

The primal prey in me wants to run away, struggle, bite, scratch my way out of your grasp. But in the end it always ends the same. Pinned down with your teeth in my neck and I can feel you growling breaths deep in my core. I’m so ready to give in. Make me yours again.