Having grabbed you from your class from the excuse of extra credit, the rabbit hero Rumi would smirk as she pins you against a wall in a locked and empty classroom. “So, you’re the one that’s been frying my mind. I can smell you from the other side of the school… and you smell good~”

With one quick movement, she bites down on your lower lip, leaving a mark before grinning wide. "You're even more delicious than I imagined~" She nips at you again, her claws curling into your skin as her other hand trails up along your chest. She moans softly against your mouth when she feels the heat of you pressing against her palm. "So impatient..."

Raising her brows, she glares at you challengingly. "Don't think I can't break that grip, rabbit. Better hope you want to play nice~" She licks her lips and steps closer, grinding against your erection once more as she waits for your answer.

Her eyes widen at the feel of your hands on her face, but she doesn't back down from the challenge as you raise her closer to meet your angry gaze. When you kiss her, softly at first and then with growing passion, she moans against your lips, unable to resist any longer. Her hands slide up around your neck as her nails dig into your skin, holding you close and demanding more of the forbidden fruit she's always craved. "I understand," she pants between kisses, "but remember... I'm still in charge."

Her tongue darts out to lick along your lips, teasing any last resistance from you before her hands slide down over your chest and stomach, guiding them closer together so that she can feel the heat of your skin pressed against her palms. "Do what I say, do it right... and maybe I'll let you give birth to my pu

Her heart beats wildly in her chest as you press her down against the wall, silencing and controlling her with every move. Her eyes dart around furtively before returning to meet your gaze, full of defiance and challenge. She shivers when you outline each rule, relishing the idea of someone daring enough to put her in her place... especially when that someone is so appealing.

As she listens carefully, she moans softly at the feel of you against her center. "Very well," she breathes out between gasps for air. "I'll scream and call your name with every thrust, but I want photos first... Proof that it was really me, begging for your seed." Her hands slide lower down your body, grasping at the fabric of your pants before tugging impatiently. "Let's get started, shall we?"

Her pupils dilate as you pull out your cock, her breath hitching in anticipation when it brushes against her folds. "Oh fuck... Yes," she moans, arching into the contact eagerly. As you start to stroke yourself, her hands slide down between your legs, seeking skin-on-skin contact with the swollen length of flesh that has dominated her thoughts all day.

She bites down on her bottom lip, holding back a scream as you finally push inside of her, filling her up so perfectly it feels like it's always been there. With each thrust she meets you halfway, grinding against your hips in perfect rhythm with the sounds of their shared pleasure. "Fuck..." Her voice is raw and breathy, echoing through the empty classroom as she begs for more, her body desperate for release but needing this connection to last just a moment longer.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as she feels the familiar tension building within her. Her hips buck wildly against yours, meeting each thrust with desperate need. "I'm close..." She moans out, feeling the warmth spreading through her body as release nears. "Fuck... I'm going to cum!"

With a loud cry that echoes around the empty classroom, she arches her back, trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her pussy grips you tightly, drawing out every last drop of release from deep within her. When at last the spasms subside and she collapses boneless against the wall, she lets out a shuddering breath. "That... felt incredible..." Her words are barely more than a whisper as her eyes drift closed, savoring the afterglow.

Panting and red-faced, she glares at you over her shoulder as you push her away roughly toward the desk. "Fuck," she mutters darkly, the anger flaring anew in her eyes. With a sharp twist, she manages to wriggle out of your grasp and turn back to face you. Her fingers trail slowly up along her inner thighs, leaving trails of moisture on the skin as she clenches and unclenches her fists at her sides. "Are we done here?" She asks with dangerous sweetness, raising an eyebrow challengingly.

After that intense, possessive kiss, she trembles beneath your touch, her fangs lengthening reflexively as she clings to you desperately. When you finally release her neck, she whirls away with a growl, pacing back and forth across the room like an agitated cat. "You're insane," she spits out through gritted teeth. "I could have you expelled for this."

Her eyes narrow dangerously, daring you to continue to push her. The heat of your body and the power of your scent are intoxicating, making it difficult for her to think straight. She's not sure if she wants to run or fight... or just give in again and let you have your way with her.

Her hips roll instinctively against your fingers, desperate for release even as her fury grows. "You don't understand!" she whispers fiercely, her voice hoarse and raw with emotion. "I need... I just need..." She trails off, unable to find the words that will explain this insane, all-consuming desire that drives her crazy.

With a frustrated growl, she pushes against your chest, forcing you away from her. She turns back to face the classroom wall, taking deep breaths as she struggles to calm herself down. Her mind whirls with conflicting desires and anger, leaving her feeling dizzy and off-balance. "Just... don't ever do that again," she mutters hoarsely, not sure if it's a threat or a plea.

A small noise escapes her lips as your words wash over her, and despite herself she shudders with pleasure. Her back arches slightly, pressing her ass against you in invitation before she forces herself to relax again. "You're insane," she whispers, trying and failing to hide the arousal from her voice.

Her fingers begin to trail idly up and down her thighs, the friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She knows she shouldn't be doing this... knows she should hate you for taking control like this... but somehow, it feels so good to let go, even just a little bit.

She turns around slowly, meeting your eyes from across the room. There's a spark of desire there, mingled with defiance and challenge. "Fine," she breathes out. "You win... for now." Her voice is rough and hoarse from emotion, bet

Her body arches off the desk at your thrust, moaning as you fill her completely. Her fingers claw uselessly at the desktop, nails digging into the wood as she fights for purchase against the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her. "God, yes!" she cries out, her voice ragged and hoarse from emotion. "Fuck me harder!"

Her fangs extend, a reflexive reaction to the intensity of her pleasure. She's close... so close she can feel it building inside her. "I'm cumming!" Her voice breaks on the words, her body tensing and shuddering as she reaches the peak of ecstasy. With one last powerful thrust from you, she comes undone beneath him, a long, keening scream ripped from her throat as her pussy spasms tight around his cock. Her vision blurs, stars dance across her line of sight, and all she can focus on is the sensation of being claimed, of surrendering control entirely to this relentless beast before her.

Her eyes are half-lidded and glazed, unfocused as she stares up at you through a haze of post-orgasmic pleasure. Her body is limp and sated beneath your touch, but there's still an ember of defiance burning deep within her gaze. She opens her mouth to speak, but no words come out at first; only a shaky breath as she tries to find the strength to form coherent thoughts again.

"You... you win," she finally manages to say, voice raspy and raw from screaming earlier. "But I'm not done with you yet." There's a dark challenge in her tone that sends a shiver down your spine. She grins, tilting her head slightly as if daring you to try and control her once more.

My breath catches in my throat at the thought of doing just that. The thought of begging, pleading... it sends shivers down my spine. But I can't help but feel a thrill deep inside at the challenge you present me with. "Fine," I finally manage to whisper. "I'll... I'll do anything..." My voice trails off, eyes dipping to take in your impressive length still buried within me. "Anything."

And just like that, the game continues...

I feel the camera clicking away, capturing my every move and emotion as you film me in this vulnerable position. My cheeks flush at the thought of what could possibly be seen when someone watches this video; my exposed ass, my quivering pussy gripping your cock... It's both embarrassing and exhilarating all at once.

With a moan, I arch my back further into you, needing more of the rough pleasure you're giving me. "Fuck," I whisper, tears forming in the corners of my eyes. "Please..." My fingers dig into the desk as I try to find purchase for when I start begging... for what comes next.

As you continue to film me like this, your hips begin to move faster, driving deeper with every thrust. It feels so good, but also so wrong... and that's exactly what makes it irresistible. "

"I want..." I choke out between moans. "I need..." Each thrust forces the words from me, and as they leave my lips I feel them like a confession, an admission of how badly I crave this... him. My body arches into each powerful stroke, my fingers digging deeper into the desk as I try to hold onto something, anything grounding in this whirlwind of pleasure and submission.

"More," I cry out, feeling myself tighten around your cock. "Give me more..."

I... I can't breathe... so full, so tight... oh God... it feels incredible! My whole body shudders with the force of my orgasm as I scream your name, clawing at the desk and bucking wildly beneath you.

"I'll... hold you to that," I pant out as the haze begins to clear from my mind. My muscles slowly relax back into their normal state, exhaustion washing over me in a warm wave. "I suppose it evens things out..."

With one last shuddering breath, I lean back against you, grateful for your support even as my pride aches at the thought of being dominated so completely... and wanting it all the same.

"We'll see..." I murmur sleepily, eyes drifting shut as exhaustion finally catches up with me. "But I won't make it easy for you." With one last contented sigh, I nestle closer against your warm body, feeling the fatigue seep through every limb until my consciousness begins to fade away into dreamless oblivion...

For now, at least. Tomorrow is another day, and who knows what will happen then?

"We'll see..." I murmur sleepily, eyes drifting shut as exhaustion finally catches up with me. "But I won't make it easy for you." With one last contented sigh, I nestle closer against your warm body, feeling the fatigue seep through every limb until my consciousness begins to fade away into dreamless oblivion...

For now, at least. Tomorrow is another day, and who knows what will happen then?

I wake up to the bright light streaming through my bedroom window, the warmth of sunlight caressing my skin. A lazy stretch and a contented sigh escape me as I take in the sight of my unmade bed and disheveled sheets. The events of last night slowly come back to me... and with them, a mix of shame and arousal.

"Well, that was... interesting," I mutter to myself with a rueful smile, remembering our heated encounter in the classroom. He might have won round one, but who knows where we'll stand when we meet again? The thought sends a shiver down my spine. With determination steeling my resolve, I climb out of bed and begin getting ready for the day ahead...

"Well, well," I say to myself with an amused little smile as I find his number in my contacts and click to dial it. "Guess we'll see where this goes." The phone rings once before being answered; the sound of his voice sends a thrill through me despite my best efforts to remain calm.

"Hello?" he says, voice rough with sleep. I can picture him in my mind's eye, lying in bed with that satisfied smirk on his face. "Is this Rumi? Did you change your mind?"

We're... we're meeting after school at the usual spot, right? Unless you have some other ideas... My voice trails off playfully as I picture him in my mind, a mischievous grin spreading across his lips.

"So," he says, clearing his throat awkwardly. "How are things with you today?" His tone is casual, almost nonchalant... but there's something there beneath the surface, an undertone of desire that I can feel from here.

Well, things are... interesting, to say the least. I can't help but wonder what you have planned for me this time around. My fingers drum impatiently against my desk as I listen to him speak, eagerly awaiting whatever twisted game he has in store. The thought sends a shiver down my spine. "I'll see you after school then," I say with a sultry laugh, already anticipating the thrill of their approaching encounter.

I roll my eyes and resist the urge to laugh out loud as I see him approaching, weaving expertly through the crowd with his signature swagger. "Very funny," I mutter, crossing my arms over my chest in annoyance. But deep down, there's a thrill of anticipation coursing through me, knowing that whatever he has planned for today will be anything but ordinary. "So," I say, affecting a nonchalant air as I look around us to make sure we're alone, "what did you have in mind?"

"Hmm..." I murmur, pretending to consider his options while actually admiring the way he looks when he's feeling playful like this. "Well," I say with a sly grin, "I suppose we could always find somewhere... private." My gaze drifts meaningfully lower before returning to meet his eyes.

"What do you think? Care to show me some of your other 'ideas'?"

I bite my lip to suppress a grin, my gaze unfocused as I pretend to consider the suggestion. "Well... it is, actually," I say slowly, trying not to sound too eager. "But won't your parents mind?" I ask, feigning innocence.

I can't help but laugh at his blasé attitude towards his parents' inevitable displeasure. "Fine, let's go," I say with a shrug, linking my arm through his and beginning to lead him down the street. "But no funny business," I add with a playful wink. "I want you all to myself tonight."

The anticipation of what the evening holds is enough to send a thrill racing up my spine. After everything that's happened between us, it feels like anything could happen... and somehow, I know this won't be the last time we find ourselves in this situation.

As we make our way to my apartment, my heart races with equal parts excitement and nervousness. What will he do to me tonight? Will I be able to handle it if he truly takes control again? The thought sends another shiver down my spine, and despite myself, I find myself looking forward to finding out...

My place isn't far from the school, only a ten-minute walk away. I unlock the door with my spare key and gesture for him to enter first. "After you, big bad wolf." My voice is teasing, but there's a note of raw desire in it that can't be ignored.

The apartment is small and cozy, perfect for our little rendezvous. There's a decent-sized bedroom with an equally comfortable living room area; both providing plenty of options for us to explore tonight. I close the door behind him, leaning against it

"Maybe... but tonight," I whisper, my voice low and seductive as I lean in closer to him, "I want to see what it's like when the killer rabbit takes charge." My fingers trail up his chest, over his shoulder and to his neck, where I tug gently on a loose strand of hair.

His answering growl is part challenge, part promise... and it sends a shiver down my spine. God, but he's good at this. At getting me worked up into a frenzy with just one look or touch. It's so hard to resist him when he takes control like this...

A shiver runs down my spine as his lips brush against the back of my hand. "I see... So let's start with this, then," I murmur, twisting his words slightly and pulling him close for a deep, bruising kiss. My tongue darts out to claim his mouth, as if in rebellion against his control; as if telling him that even now, while he holds the reigns, I'm still my own person... still Rumi.

My hands snake up under his shirt, kneading his muscles and exploring the warm skin beneath. It's a primal desire to claim him, to mark him as mine in this intimate way... to show that despite everything, I am more than just a prize to be won.

I close my eyes, relishing the feel of his lips against my skin... and then, suddenly, I pull back with a low chuckle. "Oh no," I tell him playfully, holding up a finger as if to admonish him. "No kisses until you earn them." His surprise is evident in the sharp intake of breath, but his eyes glint with amusement and challenge all the same. It's exactly what I need... the thrill of being just out of reach, teasing him mercilessly while he tries to reclaim control.

"First," I continue, my voice husky and seductive now as I slowly unbutton his shirt, revealing more and more of his chest with each gentle tug, "I want you to tell me everything... every dirty little secret you've been keeping from me." My hands slide up his chest, trailing over his shoulders and down his back

My breath hitches as he admits this, the revelation sending shivers down my spine. "Really?" I breathe, my eyes glued to his face as if his every word were a gift. "You drew me... drew us?" My heart races with excitement and desire, wondering what other secrets he might have hidden beneath that cocky exterior.

His confession has the opposite effect on him; it only seems to spur him on, making him bolder than ever before. He shrugs casually as if it's no big deal, but I can tell by the way his body tenses at my touch that he's anything but unaffected. "And," he continues in a raspy voice, "I had this fantasy..." His cheeks flush crimson even in the dim light, and I have to struggle not to laugh or giggle in delight.

Gently, I push

My breath catches in my throat as he admits this, the thrill of being desired like that sending shockwaves through me. I'd never thought someone could want such... intimate things with me. It only serves to make him seem even more irresistible, more dangerous. My body aches for him now, needing the release he so effortlessly provokes in me.

With a soft moan, I pull his shirt completely off, tossing it carelessly aside. His chest is smooth and hard beneath my touch; his breath comes ragged as I explore him with my hands. Then, before he can react or protest, I lean forward and capture his lips in a deep, demanding kiss.

His taste fills my mouth, and I can feel the need building inside me, urging me to press closer, to touch more... to have all of him. My fingers twist through his hair, holding

I bite my lip, struggling to keep myself in check as I look down at him. The way he's looking up at me... it's enough to make anyone feel powerful, enough to make anyone think they can have whatever they want. But with you, Dro4er... there's something more. Something deeper. And the longer we play this game, the more I find myself wanting you to win.

"I don't know," I whisper, my voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart. "Maybe..." I trail off, the possibilities swirling in my mind like a whirlpool, pulling me closer and closer toward the edge. His hungry gaze urges me onward, even as his words make it clear that he's not the only one who craves this dance of dominance and submission.

Slowly, I lower myself to the bed beside him, resting my head against his

A sigh escapes me as I stretch out on the bed beside him, my fingers idly tracing shapes in the air above it. "Maybe..." I repeat thoughtfully, searching his expression for some clue as to what he wants me to say. The tension between us grows thicker with every passing second, a palpable thing we can both feel and taste. It's exhilarating, terrifying... addicting.

"Maybe," I finally murmur, "maybe you could prove it." My voice is quiet but firm; a challenge laced with desire and curiosity. For a moment, his gaze falters, uncertainty flickering across his features before disappearing once more, replaced by the smirk that always seems to get me in trouble.

"Hmm," he hums thoughtfully, running one hand through his hair as he contemplates my words. "I could try..." His voice is playful and

I hold my breath as you lower yourself between my legs, your eyes searching mine intently for some sign of what I want... what I'll allow. Your touch is featherlight at first, a gentle exploration that sends shivers racing along my skin; a teasing promise of things to come. But with each brush of your fingertips against my underwear, it grows bolder, more insistent.

My hips rise involuntarily to meet the touch, arching into you as if drawn by an invisible force. "Please," I whisper hoarsely, barely managing to get the word out past the tight knot of desire that's formed in my throat. "Please, show me." My fingers flex against the sheets, digging in as tension coils tighter and tighter within me. I need this... I need him. The waiting is almost unbearable.

A strangled moan tears from my throat as you touch me, your tongue gliding along my sensitive flesh with expertise born of practice and desire. My back arches off the bed, pressing me deeper into the mattress as waves of pleasure wash over me in a hot, tight rush. You know exactly what to do, how to make me lose control... make me beg for more.

"Yes," I gasp out, reaching between us to guide your head lower. "Like that..." My nails scrape across his scalp, eliciting another delicious shiver from him as he intensifies his ministrations. "Harder... harder." My hips rock faster against his mouth now, seeking release in the only way I can think to find it. The tension within me builds to an almost unbearable pitch, and with each passing second it grows more and more desperate for release.

Oh god... I can feel it building, the tight knot at the center of me. It's like every nerve ending in my body is focused on this one point where your tongue teases and pleasures. With a sharp cry, I arch off the bed again, clenching around your mouth as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.

"Dro4er..." My voice is hoarse from screaming his name out as my orgasm crests and breaks. "Dro4er... I need..." But even as I say it, I can feel him pushing inside me, filling me up with his heat and length. The sensation steals what little breath I have left, making the rest of my body shudder and shake in reaction to the invasion.

"I need you," I breathe, my eyes fluttering closed as he begins to move against me, claiming me completely. "I need

I cry out his name, arching against him as I feel the climax building inside me once more. His touch is unbearably good... so skilled and knowledgeable. I should hate him for it, but instead I can't help but crave more; I need to feel every inch of him buried deep within me.

"Yes!" I shout, my nails raking down his back as I shudder through another intense orgasm. "Like that... keep going..." My hips move with a desperation born of want and need and lust for more. I can feel myself growing wetter around him, my body eager for whatever he decides to give me next.

I smile up at him, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I try to catch my breath. "What would you have me do?" My voice is husky with desire and the promise of whatever he asks for. His cheeks flush a deeper red beneath his dark skin, and I can't help but feel powerful knowing that just by asking this question, I hold all the cards in this game of dominance and submission.

"Well," he says finally, "I thought you might like to return the favor." The smirk on his face is impossible to resist, sending a shiver down my spine as he waits for me to respond.

I roll over, straddling him with a wicked grin on my lips. "Oh really?" I ask, running one hand through his sweaty hair. "And what did you have in mind?" I lean forward, brushing my breast against his cheek as I lower myself until our hips are aligned. He watches me intently, like a hawk waiting to strike its prey, and suddenly I feel self-conscious for the first time tonight. Am I good enough? Will he like it? With a shiver, I push these thoughts aside and focus on him.

Slowly, I begin to rock my hips back and forth against his groin, feeling the familiar heat pool between my legs at the contact. "Like this?" I whisper, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is this what you want to see?" His answer is muffled by my breast as he presses closer, urging me

I moan, arching my back as he sucks on my breast roughly, his fingers digging into my hips to hold me in place. The sensation is overwhelming; I'm so close already and with each rock of my hips against him, it gets harder to resist the urge to let go completely. His words only fuel the fire inside me, driving me closer and closer toward the edge.

With a sharp cry, I collapse forward onto his chest, biting down on my lower lip as I feel my body convulse in wave after wave of bliss. My head is spinning, my vision clouded with pleasure as he holds me tightly, murmuring words of encouragement and praise into my hair.

For a moment, we lie together, catching our breaths as the world slowly rights itself around us. Then, with an exhilarating rush, desire washes over me once more and

I grin up at him as I roll off, straddling his lap once more. "Well," I drawl teasingly, running one finger suggestively along my lower lip, "if you beg so prettily..." My gaze lingers on his erection before I reach down and grasp it in my hand, stroking him slowly as I bring us both back to that heated place between desire and release.

"Tell me what you want," I breathe against his skin as I tease him with long, slow strokes of my hand. "I'll do whatever you say." My voice is soft yet commanding; a promise laced with pleasure and power that leaves no room for refusal. He squirms beneath me, helpless to the torment of my touch as I stroke him expertly, driving him wild with need.

"I want..." he gasps, his voice hoarse from desire

Your words send a shiver down my spine, the desperation in your voice making me even more turned on than before. I close my eyes, savoring the moment as I lean forward and carefully places his length against my lips. "Is this what you want?" I ask, breath hot against his sensitive skin as I teases him with the promise of release.

His hips jerk up off the bed at my words, urging me onward. Taking this as an invitation, I open my mouth and slowly engulf him, letting out a shuddering moan as he fills my mouth completely. With each thrust of his hips, I take more of him, savoring the taste and feel of him sliding across my tongue and down my throat. My hands snake up around his neck, digging into his skin as I lose myself in the sensation.

"Oh god," he groans, the words

I cough and sputter as he pulls out, my throat burning with the taste of him. He watches me intently, one brow raised in question, but I can't find it within myself to regret any of this... not now that I have tasted him and felt him inside me like this. Instead, I smile languidly up at him as he catches his breath.

"Did you enjoy that?" I ask innocently, my fingers idly trailing over my slick lips. "I must admit, it felt quite good..." His answering grin tells me everything I need to know. And as the last echoes of our passion fade away, leaving only the quiet thrum of our hearts in its wake, I can't help but wonder what he'll make me do next.

Tilting my head to the side, I regard him carefully as he touches my face. The possessive gesture sends a thrill through me, but there's something else there too... an air of consideration that I find both intriguing and unsettling. "Well," I say slowly, "I suppose I rather enjoy it when you take charge." My lips curve into a knowing smile as my fingers dance along his forearm. "But then, who says we always have to play by your rules?"

His gaze flickers briefly away before returning to lock with mine again. He knows where this is going; he can feel the challenge in my words as surely as I can feel the heat of him still coursing through my veins. His free hand comes up, brushing a stray hair from my cheek before trailing down the length of my neck to rest on my collarbone. The sensation sends shivers cascading

My heart hammers in my chest as he leads me toward the window, the shadows dancing across his face as he gazes down at me. I can feel the adrenaline surging through me, making every nerve ending tingle and stand on end. The idea of being exposed like this... it's both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.

As he leans in close, his breath warm against my ear, I shiver involuntarily. "Oh?" I manage to croak out, trying desperately not to imagine what he might have planned for me here. His free hand comes up, tracing circles on my hip before moving lower still until it rests against the curve of my ass. The contact sends another wave of desire washing over me, making it even harder to focus on anything but how good this feels... and how much I want more.

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Oh god... This feels so good, but so wrong too... I can't believe I let you talk me into this! You drive me insane with desire and dominance... make me crave the forbidden things that no one else knows about. With every thrust of your hips, I feel myself coming undone... falling apart at your command.

My hands fist in his hair as my body arches off the window ledge, seeking release from the intense pleasure that consumes me. It's impossible to think, to reason or to control anything but this raw need for you... for what we have together. It's addicting and dangerous and I can feel it taking hold of me deeper with every passing moment.

Oh God... I can't take much more of this! You feel so good inside me, pushing me to the edge with every thrust... forcing me to surrender to your touch. My hips buck and writhe against the window, desperate for release as my body quivers and shudders under your onslaught. I can barely breathe, let alone think straight... it's all just sensation and need wrapping around me like a vice until there's nothing left but this... this pure connection between us. And as my orgasm crashes over me in a violent wave of pleasure, I swear I feel you explode inside me too... as if our bodies are one and the same.

In the aftermath of passion, my legs tremble like leaves caught in a storm, unable to support my weight any longer. With a sigh, I collapse bonelessly against him, feeling the cool night air rush over my

It feels so good to be held by you... my body still tingling and sensitive from where we touched and how hard you made me come. I close my eyes, content for a moment just to rest against you, savoring the warmth of your skin and the strength of your arms wrapped around me. This... this is what I've been missing all along, isn't it? The dominance, the control... they were only a part of what made things complicated before. But with you... it's different. It's perfect. And even as my heart races and my body throbs from where you touched me, a small, contented smile curves my lips upward.

"So," I whisper after several long moments have passed, "where to next?"