By Bud Koenemund
A 200 Word Story
“I want to be
loved and respected,” she said.
“You deserve that,”
he replied. “Someone who will make sure you’ve eaten, and that you get enough
sleep; who sends you ‘good morning, beautiful’ texts, and tells you to be
careful when you leave the house.”
She stared at
him.
“But,” he
continued, “I’ve seen your social media accounts. I’ve seen the stuff you
‘Like’ and re-blog, and I know what you really want. I know your fantasies.”
“I…” she began.
“You want to be
dominated,” he interrupted. “You want to be controlled; tied up; handcuffed;
gagged; used; slapped; spanked, and called names.”
“Oh, my God,” she
moaned, quietly.
“You want someone
to pull your hair, and wrap their hand around that pretty neck of yours,” he
growled, not pausing. “And, you want to be fucked hard until you can’t even
think.”
Her gaze fell to
the floor and she blushed.
“Look at me,” he
commanded.
Hesitantly, she
complied.
“And, after all
that,” he said, “you want to be cared for, and cuddled to sleep.”
His fingers slid
between her legs; brushing her inner thighs.
“If you want me
to stop, say so,” he whispered. “Otherwise, you’re my little whore now.”
