Lesbian Thoughts of a Dominant [18+]

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Warning.

This is not for the innocent ones.

Sexual harassments.

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I am fucking angry.

The audacity you had to flirt with a man, that infront of me. 

Listen carefully, never compare me with another person.

And a man?

Who do you think I am?

Hahaha

It's fine, your happiness is my priority princess.

Let's get you a man.

Why are you crying kitten?

Isn't this what you wanted.

Yes, he is drugged.

No, no don't worry.

He won't touch you, not when I'm here.

Why are you relieved, I didn't stop, did I?

Go, use him, pleasure yourself.

Why are you begging? You wanted this, aren't you?

Do. Not. Fucking. Make. Me. Repeat. Myself.

GO

Why are you hesitating sweetheart?

This is how you grab a dick.

And this is how it feel when it runs over you.

Do you wanna taste it?

Why are you saying no? Now you have my permission even.

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"Then why the fuck you flirted with him?"

I ask, pinning you to the wall, signaling them to take that man out. 

I can see the relief in your eyes. I can see that even though you are afraid of me, you still feel safe around me, even when I'm punishing you. And I can also see the guilt. 

Does it matter?

No.

I take your filthy hands that touched a man, and I wash them until they become red, sanitize them and tie them behind your back. I don't want you to touch me with them.

Then again I pin you to the wall, your eyes closing shut, preparing for the worst. 

But you get shocked that I left a long kiss on your forehead and then on the lips.

Your eyes starts to tear like crazy and you look at my eyes.

Rage, what you only see is rage, fire.

And my hands start to roam through your body, very slowly, while my mouth leave soft open mouth kisses on your neck. 

I'm gentle, so gentle. Gentle than my true self. 

And that makes you fear shit out of the change.

It's like the silence before a storm.

But soft touches makes you cry in guilt.

But I feel nothing.

You suck my fingers, begging for forgiveness, but my eyes is a void.

You put my other hand on your aching nipples, those I played and admired the most once, that I left untouched and I pulled my hand back.

You tried to ride on my lazy fingers to pleasure me, I did nothing, letting you to do whatever you want, I didn't care.

And on your orgasm, you moaned my name, and that..........snapped me back.

"Bitch."

I washed my hands like crazy infront of you. 

I pulled my hair, punched the mirror, out of rage.

"Punish me please, I was wrong"

I heard your begging.

Why, you didn't matter to me anymore.

"Bye"

I left.