My cock throbs.
She's afraid of her own desires.
Afraid of the man who'll see through her defenses.
Afraid of how much she'll need what he gives her.
And the fear sharpens everything. Makes the surrender sweeter because she had to overcome something to get there.
I'm going to make her so fucking afraid.
Not of pain. Not of bondage. Of herself. Of how much she craves what I'm about to do to her. I'll push her right to the edge of her comfort zone and then one inch past it, watching her face in those mirrors while she realizes she doesn't want me to stop.
And when she's trembling, terrified of how good it feels, I'll make her say it out loud.
I'm afraid of how much I need this.
Question 6: Have you ever fantasized about someone manipulating circumstances to get close to you? Describe this fantasy.
I stop stroking.
Read her answer three times.
She fantasizes about orchestrated desperation. Someone creating the problem and offering himself as the solution. Watching her, studying her, learning everything. Manufacturing crisis so when he appears with rescue, she's grateful instead of suspicious.
By the time she realizes what he's done, she's already in too deep to leave.
And she doesn't want to leave.
The manipulation proves how much he wants her.
Being wanted so badly that someone would orchestrate her rescue makes her wet.
Wet.
I start stroking again. Faster now.
Question 7: What is your experience level with BDSM practices? What have you tried? What have you only imagined?
She understands the psychology but has never experienced it with someone she trusted.
She wants to.
I stroke faster.
Virgin territory.
Her body's been touched but her mind hasn't. Not really. Not by someone who knows what he's doing. Not by someone she can surrender to completely.
Every fantasy she's written, every scene she's researched obsessively, every psychological dynamic she understands in theory—I'm going to make real.
And she has no idea how intense it actually is.
How different fantasy feels when it's your wrists in real cuffs. Your throat under an actual hand. Your body bound to a table with your legs spread open.
She's going to discover the gap between imagination and reality.
I'm going to enjoy watching that discovery break her open.
