DareToDream
Pulsar
- Joined
- Dec 26, 2009
- Location
- East Coast of U.S.
Cody’s smile widened as the show of defiance from Vi, a showing that was shaky at best. Despite her look away, he could see the way her body trembled slightly and her words had wavered. In that closet, a very vital piece of her soul had been revealed, her submissive nature rising to the surface. She was still fighting it but he knew it wouldn’t last even if she didn’t.
“Oh, but I’m not joking, kitten. I’m not joking at all. Look at me.” He reached out, gripping her chin and forcing her head back around so their gazes locked a second time, an unspoken bond sizzling between them. His touch was firm but not painful, commanding yet respectful. “You would do something like that because it’s who you are, deep down inside. You just have to see it yourself to accept it.” He released her chin then and moved behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders. Massaging gently at first then nudging her forward, towards his desk.
“I told you in that closet, Vi, that you were mine and I meant it. You were a good girl then and you’ll be a good girl now. “ Reaching the desk one hand moved into her hair, gripping it tight. “Now, bend over my desk and place your hands firmly on the surface” he ordered, his voice gruff in her ear.
“Oh, but I’m not joking, kitten. I’m not joking at all. Look at me.” He reached out, gripping her chin and forcing her head back around so their gazes locked a second time, an unspoken bond sizzling between them. His touch was firm but not painful, commanding yet respectful. “You would do something like that because it’s who you are, deep down inside. You just have to see it yourself to accept it.” He released her chin then and moved behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders. Massaging gently at first then nudging her forward, towards his desk.
“I told you in that closet, Vi, that you were mine and I meant it. You were a good girl then and you’ll be a good girl now. “ Reaching the desk one hand moved into her hair, gripping it tight. “Now, bend over my desk and place your hands firmly on the surface” he ordered, his voice gruff in her ear.