“You are mine.
Every last inch of you.
Mine to do, mine to take, mine to use.
Mine.
Do you fucking understand me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“The hair on your head. Mine to play with, mine to pull on, mine to twirl
and mine to grip. Mine.
Your shoulders. Mine to lean on, mine to grab, mine to grip and mine to push
you to your knees. Mine.
Your neck. Mine to bite, mine to choke. Mine.. to.. Choke. Mine to nuzzle
and grab. Mine to wrap my hand around. Mine to mark. To show the world, you are
mine. Mine.
Your arms. Mine to hold above your head as I finger your cunt. Mine to hold
behind your back as I fuck you. Mine to bruise as I hold you tight. Mine.
Your waist. Mine to push and pull and grab and squeeze as I thrust my cock
into your pussy. Do you understand? Who owns your waist?”
“You, sir.”
“Your legs. Mine. To wrap around me, to rest on my back as I lick your
pussy. To pull me in as you sit on my lap, facing me. Mine.
Your feet. To torture, to tickle, to rub, to caress, to play with, to shoot
my cum on. Whenever I want. Mine.
Your hands. To hold. To grab me. To hold me. To caress me. To grip me. To
stroke my cock. But, they are still mine. All mine.
Your ass. Mine to spank, to paddle, to crop and to abuse at my discression.
Mine to grab, fondle, grope, part, explore, with my fingers and my tongue and
my cock. Mine.
Your pussy. Mine. To lick, to kiss, to suck, to taste, to finger, to fuck.
To use, as I choose. Your twat, your cunt, your clit, your fuckhole. Mine.
Your mouth. That sweet little mouth of yours. The mouth that whispers ‘I
love you’ just before you engulf my cock. The sweetness, and the filth all at
once. My mouth. To fuck, to kiss, to shove my fingers in, like this. To hold
open and let you know… It’s mine.
I own you. All of you. When you gave yourself to me, when you submitted to
me. You trusted me with your body. And I will use you how I please…
You are MINE.”
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