She licked her parted lips. Her bare shoulders were delicate, goosebumps covering her arms in a quick breath.
“You want to feel overwhelmed,” I said.
“I want to feel powerless.”
The idea of Hazel rendered submissive struck a chord in me, made my balls tighten and my cock twitch. The image of her on her knees, bound at every angle, marks on her skin, need dripping down her legs. “I want to suffer,” she said. “I want to be nothing.”
And by making her nothing, she would be my everything.
But there was one rule we had to make. In order to do right by Hazel, I couldn’t let it go any further. I could agree to physical satisfaction, but I couldn’t let my hunger deepen. I had promised to help her become independent, so that she would never have to depend on another person again. Falling for her would ruin those promises.
“We can’t kiss,” she said. I nodded, glad that she was reading my mind.
“No kissing. Nothing sexual. Just pain,” I said.
“Tomorrow night?”
I could arrange for that.
