I take him by surprise, from sweetness to sprung energy, I grab him by the throat and shove him backwards, fast, sudden. He almost loses his balance, his eyes widen, he thuds into the wall just as he starts to flail.
I wonder if he will fight me. I want to see it. I watch the flash of defiance, maybe even anger: The injustice, the patronising cuntery of it.
“You know I can beat you,” he whispers, even as I hold him by the throat against the wall.
I take a millisecond to parse the sentence. Beat or BEAT. Doesn’t matter. He is telling the truth either way.
I tilt my head at him. I don’t say it. I don’t need to. But it’s there. The dare. The sneer.
“Go on then, boy. DO IT!”
He blinks at me, I feel him swallow under my hand. He doesn’t move.
I smirk at him, relax my grip a little and he reaches for me, instinct. I let him move a few inches towards me before I shove his head back again, the thump against the wall resonates up my arm. Solid, satisfying, sexy.
“Did you say something?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “No, Ma’am.”
One approves Dahling
Then all is good with the world…
How am I supposed to go back to sleep after reading this?? Very nice.
Bah! Sleep is overrated.
Effectively short – – i.e.. to the point – – and sweet. So very, very sweet. The concluding exchange, particularly.
*smile* Thank you.
Upon second reading, I like this even more. “Patronizing cuntery”? ~giggle~. Genius.
Heh… I was pretty pleased with that turn of phrase myself… Thank you.
I had a few moments with one recently who by and large identifies as Dominant himself..and there are times when he looks at me and there’s this absolute defiance in his gaze. And I know he’s thinking “I could take you.” And you know, I always grin back. Because he’s right, he could. But he won’t. Sometimes that’s the prettiest part of all.
Yes! I love that so much! Inner conflict of any sort is scorching.
Enticing entry, pleasure to read.
I love the feeling of someone I could throw across the room if I wanted to, physically controlling me. Not just verbally, but physically holding me down and moving me around. I could resist, I use hand weights about their weight at the gym, I could crush them without effort, but I *absolutely* don’t want to. They *are* in control, despite our physical differences. Due to love or lust, the result is the same.
I’m glad you enjoyed it, thank you for stopping by to say so.
This is so delicious. The last line gives me so many feels.
Me too :).