It’s like he knows. How can he know me so well when we’ve never met? The need to please, the need to be good for him is like a f*****g calling. It’s so easy for him. He can dominate this conversation, he can push up in the direction he wants, Goddess, he would make me feel better than any man ever has.
Me: Yes.
Dane: Don’t make me wait, babe.
Am I really going to do this? The use of that pet name should make me cringe but it doesn’t. It has the opposite effect. My p***y is drenched and I want him. This fantasy that he’s painted for me is everything I’ve ever wanted. I close my eyes as I envision him. The large alpha that wants to control me, take me, use me, and stares down his nose at me. The slick between my legs tells me that I want it all. I want him to dominate me and use my body u
