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This is my post on #freewriters2943#dailyprompt losing control hosted by @marinnewest's.
The candlelight flickered across her bare shoulders as she knelt on the bed, wrists bound loosely with my silk tie. She’d whispered the dare hours earlier—“Make me forget my own name”—and something primal snapped inside me.
I started slow, tracing her spine with my tongue, teasing until she arched and begged. But her soft moans turned into demands, her hips grinding back against my hand, greedy for more. Control slipped like water through my fingers.
I flipped her onto her back, pinned her thighs wide, and drove into her hard enough to rattle the headboard. She laughed, low and wicked, nails raking down my back. “Harder,” she gasped, clenching around me deliberately, stealing my rhythm. I tried to slow, to punish her with deliberate strokes, but she rolled us in one fluid motion and straddled me, taking every inch on her terms.
Her head fell back, breasts swaying as she rode me mercilessly, chasing her pleasure while I gripped her hips hard enough to bruise. The sight of her—unrestrained, glorious—shattered the last of my restraint. I thrust up into her savagely, growling her name like a prayer and a curse.
She came first, crying out, inner walls milking me until I followed with a guttural roar, spilling deep inside her as the world blurred.
Afterward, she traced lazy circles on my chest and smirked. “Who lost control again?”
I could only laugh, utterly defeated and completely hers.
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