An open declaration.


Anaïs Rosso

3/15/20231 min read

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She stood before him, her body taut with anticipation. Her eyes were lowered, and she could feel his gaze lingering hungrily upon her. She was his submissive, and she knew that he would take her to the pinnacles of ecstasy.

He approached her slowly, his hand trailing down her back, sending shivers down her spine. He whispered in her ear, telling her how beautiful she looked tonight, how much he craved her. She felt his breath on the nape of her neck, and a tide of desire poured through her.

He led her to the bed, and she knelt obediently at its foot, waiting for his subsequent command. He circled her, taking in every inch of her body, reveling in the power he held over her.

He pulled her hair, compelling her to arch her back, and kissed her deeply, his tongue probing every corner of her mouth. She moaned softly, her body succumbing to his touch.

With a swift movement, he pulled her up, bending her over the bed, revealing her most intimate parts to him. He spanked her, leaving a dark red imprint on her chocolate skin. Without further preamble, he entered her.

She cried out, the pleasure overwhelming her as he took her hard and fast, his hands gripping her hips tightly. Every thrust brought her closer and closer to the edge until she was teetering on the cusp of release.

Just as she was about to reach the pinnacle of euphoria, he halted, leaving her gasping and desperate for more. He whispered in her ear, reaffirming to her that her she was his, that he owned her, body and soul.

And with those words, he plunged into her once more, catapulting her into a world of pleasure and pain. She relinquished herself wholly to him, knowing that he was the only one who could take her to such heights.

At that moment, she knew she was his, forever and always. And she wouldn't have it any other way.