Page 36 of Violent Cravings

“For coming when I wasn’t supposed to,” she replies. Her voice is sweet, almost cheerful, adding to my bewilderment.

“So what do you promise never to do again?” I press. I’m going to make her say it again and again, until she understands what this is about.

This is about more than having premature orgasms. This is about deciding to surrender her will to mine and drawing pleasure from it, not drinking up every drop of bliss as soon as it is within her reach.

But the lesson may be over sooner than expected.

“I promise to never give in to my desires over yours again, master,” she whispers solemnly.

Heavy silence stretches between us, only broken by the sound of her struggling against the restraints to get comfortable. The scrunching of her leather cuffs echoes through the silent room. My eyes rest on her, and I run the risk of opening the door to thoughts that must remain shut away, never to surface.

Her gaze obediently lowers with mine as I kneel down in front of her, now speaking to her on eye level. I need to find a way to escape this tender intimacy evolving between us before it causes me to think and do stupid things.

“I don’t know about you, doll,” I whisper. “But orgasms always make me hungry.

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