I ran my nails down her unprotected, vulnerable throat. She gasped but did nothing to protect herself or even tilt her head down. My hand settled at the bottom of her throat and grasped it possessively.
Her green eyes rested on mine for several breaths, breaths of hers that I could feel through my grip of her throat.
“Why do you need to hurt me?”
There was no judgment or accusation in her voice; the question came from her deep desire to understand me. To understand us.
I thought on the answer for a time that seemed longer than it really was.
“It’s my nature,” I answered and pulled her towards me by the throat to kiss her.
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This is a question I find myself asking .. and your answer is just what the Sadist would answer.
Thank you for this post.. simple , so obvious, yet hard to fathom at times.
Kiss……..and more