He leans in, his left arm snaking around my neck the other hand wandering where it will. He is so close I can feel his breathing against my cheek. Its heavy with need and it frightens me that mine matches his. He tightens his arm around my throat making sure I am listening, attentive. He leans in and whispers all the little things he’s going to do to me into my ear. I find myself listening, my body tingling where he touches it. I shove the feeling aside and push against him testing his weight and strength. I am strong for a woman, smart and I am willing to bide my time.
He has been watching and he knows me. Maybe more than I even know myself. He is strong but not just physically, mentally. He has made the decision to possess me for my own good, knows my strengths, my weaknesses and isn’t going to let me get away with anything. There is a deep part of me that appreciates this about him. Whether I know it or not yet, this is what I have wanted, needed my entire life. I have been begging for it and he, my mysterious stranger has seen fit to make it so.
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