Dominated By Him
My face burned with shame, but I couldn't stop now, couldn't disobey.
"You're close," he observed, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "I can see it in the way your thighs are trembling. In how your breathing has changed."
He was right. Something was building inside me, something powerful and terrifying that I'd never experienced before.
"Let go," he commanded, "Stop fighting what your body wants and let go."
Tears streamed down my face—whether from shame, relief, or the sheer overwhelming sensation, I couldn't tell. Maybe all three. My body convulsed with the force of my release, and I felt warmth flooding between my thighs, more than I'd ever experienced before.