Just roll with me, okay? I like my idea. ;)
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"Say my name."
The order comes again, just like on all the other nights. And just like all the other nights, she refuses, smiling as he strikes her. Purrs as he throws her on the bed, laughs as the metal springs creak under their weight and movement.
Her friends have called her crazy to want the pain he gives, saying he could go to jail. She laughs, and they look at her with wide eyes when she tells them she enjoys it. She laughs as they mutter. Perhaps she is crazy, but not how they think she is.
Pain.
Pleasure.
Hard, wet.
Biting, growling, savage, animal-like.
Again and again. It goes on and on.
"Say my name."
The order, although by now it sound more like a plea or a question. She longs to say his name, to breathe it from her lips as he controlled her. That's all he wants from her, everything else, the sex, the pain, it's just a bonus. All he wants is control, that is his one pleasure.
"Stop playing games with me and say it."
"No."
She speaks for the first time since their first session, refusing to give him the pleasure of total control.
"Say my name."
Not a plea this time, but an order. Another smack. Does he not realize that she enjoys it?
"Hit me again."
"Say my name."
"No."
Another smack, this time it's harder, and sends her sprawling on the bed. He pins her down, and she smiles at him, refusing to give him total control.
"Say my name."
She smiles at him. Frustrated, he punches her and walks out of the hotel room. She laughs.
Crazy for liking the pain? Possibly.
Crazy for being the one that's really in control? Oh, yes.
Or maybe it's a mix of both crazies. Just as it's a mix of pain and pleasure.