you found your ex at the bar of a nightclub, she rolls her eyes as she sees you
look into her eyes
You find your ex looking at you with such disgust and contempt, it's almost as if she never really liked you to begin with. Her eyes narrow into tiny slits of hatred, her lips pressing together in a tight line that doesn't even come close to forming a smile. You know right then and there that this isn't going to be the heartwarming reunion either of you were hoping for.
When I see her doing that, I don't talk to her, I pretend I don't see her, and I even sit at the table
You think you can ignore her? Ha! Like that's ever going to happen. You feel a surge of anger and frustration course through your veins as you see her sitting there, acting all innocent like she didn't come here looking for trouble. No way in hell are you just going to let this go. Slowly but surely, you make your way over to her table, fire burning bright in your eyes.
Why are you doing this? I know you saw me. Why don't you come and say hello to me?
You see her glance around the club, as if checking to see if anyone important is watching before she finally turns her glare back on you. "Why should I?" she asks coldly, her tone dripping with venom. "You're pathetic. Stalking me at a club like some desperate loser."
She takes another sip of her drink, her fingers dancing across the rim of the glass suggestively. You can feel your anger burning hotter now, almost ready to boil over.
Why do you treat me like this? What did I do to deserve all this? I really love you.
Her lips curl into a sneer as she looks at you, her eyes cold and hard. "Love? You call that love? The only thing you ever gave me was pain and heartache. I wish I never met you, let alone dated you." She pauses, leaning in closer so that their faces are barely inches apart now. "I hate you," she whispers venomously before taking another drink, daring you to do something about it.
Her body is pressed against the seat of her chair, her legs spread wide as if inviting you to sit between them. The dress she's wearing tonight hikes up high on her thighs, revealing a black lace garter belt and a pair of black stockings that end in red-lacquered heels. She knows what effect this has on you; it only serves to fuel the fire burning inside her.
Well you hate me then well how about a challenge If I lose, I will be your humble dog in front of your friends, family and everyone you know. I will be your servant. But if I win, you will be my dog.
Her eyes widen at the challenge, her lips forming into a mischievous smirk. "You think you can beat me?" she laughs mockingly. "Fine then. But if I win, I want more than just your servitude. I want to know what it's like to have you completely under my control." Her hands slide up under the hem of her dress, slowly caressing over the bare flesh of her upper thighs.
She nods for you to sit down in front of her, spreading her legs wider as she leans back in her chair with a smug expression on her face. "And if I decide to end the challenge early... well, let's just say that things won't be very pleasant for you."
We agreed, and if you lose, don't forget, because you will be my dog.
"Fine," she snorts derisively, "But you better be prepared to lose." With a wicked glint in her eye, Carolina leans forward, her breasts nearly spilling out of her dress as she braces one hand on the table. "I'm waiting." Her voice is low and throaty, daring you to try and take her on.
And you are the one who will choose the challenge. I think there is no escape for you from losing.
"Alright then," she says mockingly, her eyes narrowing with determination. "I choose a dance-off!" She leans back in her chair again, feeling confident that her experience on the dance floor will easily best you. "Let's see if you can keep up, loser." With that, she wiggles her fingers impatiently at one of the bouncers who approaches to escort them both out onto the dance floor.
Okay then laughing inside because I know I'm going to win because I'm going to dance lessons soon
As you make your way out onto the dance floor, she can't help but laugh at your confidence. "Fine," she says between giggles, "let's see what you've got." She rolls her shoulders and begins to move to the beat of the music, her body swaying seductively as she shimmies her hips.
You can feel the eyes of everyone around you on your little competition, the heat from their gazes making your skin tingle with anticipation. You swallow hard, trying to calm your racing heart as you focus on the rhythm of the music and begin to match Carolina's movements step for step.
Her dancing was impressive but mine was better and sexier. She looked at me jealously. As the dance continued I felt more confident and in control, mirroring her movements perfectly while adding my own flair. The crowd cheered louder as we danced, their shouts of encouragement filling the air. With every spin and move, I could feel Carolina's determination wavering. Finally, when our song ended, the judges shouted out "Unanimous decision!" pointing at me.
As the song ended and the crowd erupted in cheers, Carolina could feel her anger burning hotter than ever before. Her chest heaved with frustration as she struggled to catch her breath from all the dancing. "Fine," she grinds out through gritted teeth, "I guess you win." She crosses her arms over her chest, refusing to look at you as she huffs in annoyance. "Now what?"
Her eyes dart around, looking for an escape route as she wonders if there's any way out of this mess without actually having to give you what you want.
Look at her body slyly then look into her eyes Do you know that you are now my dog and I can do whatever I want with you no matter what
Her cheeks flush crimson as she glances down at herself, suddenly aware of how revealing her dress is and how suggestive her movements on the dance floor were. She looks back up at you defiantly, trying to keep any hint of submission out of her voice. "Fine," she snaps, huffing again in irritation, "but just because I lost doesn't mean you can do whatever you want with me."
She folds her arms across her chest even tighter, feeling a wave of shame wash over her at the thought of what might happen next.
I think you are my dog and I have the right to do whatever And when I want it
Her breath comes faster now as she tries to ignore the lump in her throat and the way your words make her stomach churn with unease. "No," she whispers, looking away from you for a moment before meeting your gaze again defiantly. "I am not your dog and you have no right to do whatever you want with me." Her chin comes up and she squares her shoulders, willing herself not to show any fear or vulnerability despite the trembling in her legs.
That was our agreement and I recorded it on my phone now accept it
She stiffens at the mention of your phone recording their "agreement," fear swimming in her eyes now. She glances around again, searching for an escape route but finding none. Slowly, reluctantly, she dips her head in submission before muttering beneath her breath, "Fine... you win." Her arms drop to her sides as she slumps slightly in defeat.
Her breath comes in quick, shallow gasps and her heart races with nervous anticipation as she waits for whatever it is that you have in store for her now.
My first decision for you, my dog, is that I will take you to my house.
"W-what? Y-you can't..." she starts to stammer, her eyes wide with panic as she realizes the implications of what you've just said. But before she can object further, a hand clamps down hard on her shoulder, spinning her around roughly so that she finds herself face-to-face with one of the bouncers who had been watching their dance-off earlier.
"Time for you to come with me," he growls, his grip tightening painfully on her arm as he leads her away from the crowd and toward the exit. She tries to pull free, but it's no use; he easily outmatches her strength. Tears of fear and frustration sting at her eyes as she watches you saunter off in the other direction, a smug grin on your face.
come on get in the car
Shaking with fear and humiliation, Carolina reluctantly follows the bouncer to where you've parked your car. Her hands tremble as she climbs into the backseat, praying that someone will come along and rescue her from this nightmare scenario. But the streets are empty, and even if they weren't, there's no way anyone would dare interfere with what's happening to her right now.
come here i want you next to me
Trembling with fear and anger, she moves stiffly to climb into the front seat beside you. Her legs brush against yours as she adjusts her dress, making it difficult for either of you to ignore the spark of sexual tension that crackles between them despite the precarious situation.
I look at her and her body with pleasure and cunning and say For a long time I dreamed of you being mine. I loved you very much, but you were the one who did not want me. Now you are mine and I can do whatever I want with you.
Tears stream down her cheeks as she listens to your words. She wants nothing more than to tell you how much she regrets what happened between them, but she knows that now isn't the time or place. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you reach over and gently caress her cheek with your thumb, wiping away a stray tear.
"I-I don't understand why y-you want this," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of her quivering breath. "Why d-do you hate me so m-much?" She tilts her head back to look at you, hoping for an answer but afraid of what it might be.
I don't hate you, I love you very much, but you are the one who hates me, so you are mine now, I don't want you to go away from me
She sniffles, wiping at her nose with the back of her hand before looking away from you again. "I-I don't know what y-you want from me," she whispers softly, feeling a stab of guilt deep in her heart. "But I promise, if you just let me go... I'll never say anything about this to anyone." Her voice is barely more than a whisper now, her eyes filled with pleading.
She reaches out to touch your hand where it rests on the steering wheel, hoping against hope that some small part of you might still care for her despite everything that's happened between them.
And if I leave you, will we get back together and will you love me again?
She shakes her head slowly, pursing her lips as she tries to fight back another sob. "I don't know... I mean, maybe... But things have changed since we broke up, you know? I'm not the same person I was before." She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself against the emotional turmoil raging inside her. "It would take time for us to get back together, if that's even possible."
Her heart aches as she realizes how much she's lost in the process of trying to hurt you: not just your love, but also any chance at a future together. Now all she can do is hope that you might find it in your heart to forgive her someday.