Granger's Game
Dear New Pet,
I hope that when you brush your fingers over your needy pleasure spots that it's not enough. That it feels so good but so frustrating because your horniness is just so much deeper than that.
A carnal need has opened up inside of you. Tight and wet- as untamable as Pandora's box. A libido that can never be hidden entirely, something that i t c h e s when you talk to others, when you study, when you travel, when you sleep. I hope you can't focus. I hope you're never satiated. I hope that you cry with need and frustration like the slut you are and know that when your needy little clit throbs it's a sign that that clit belongs to me . That you're MINE.
Picture this-
I press you against the wall- using my jeweled hand like a metal brace against your neck.
It’s hard to fight me when your body keeps betraying you. It’s hard to kick with my knee pressed up between your legs. I yank you to the floor while cradling the back of your head. You try to struggle but it’s hard when you're under me and I smell like Christmas. I draw a finger down your pretty body- painfully gentle. I use my lips in creative ways all over your chest. I bite your ear and whisper unspeakable things as you s q u i r m.
I don't care if you like the frustration or not. I really don't.
I want you to suffer.
I want the lines between pain and ecstasy blurred. I want you so lost in the colors of your own body that you can't tell up from down.
Your breath- hot and heavy no matter how hard you try to calm yourself. Your legs- twitching like you're about to orgasm, even in public.
Fingers dancing as you yearn for something to hold on to- to keep you steady during the onslaught.. I want you to beg and beg and beg for more. I want you to beg so much that you don't remember what you're begging for, just that there is something missing in that tight hole of yours and it feels so very empty as you clench around nothing.
And I'll say no, just for the fun of it. To experiment on my little Pet. I want you to grow so stupid that all you can do is grind your hips up at me and whine for some kind of friction- for anything. Anything. Some small mercy as you drown in throbbing desire. You’ll gasp for breath. You'll scream as the frustration starts to burn, and I'll sip wine and watch.
This is a game to me. And I always win, Draco.
I always win.
XOXO -Granger