A/N: This actually happened to me. Yep. I have a twisted subconcious.
Disclaimer: The situation is mine, the characters are not.
"Tell me I'm yours..."
"You're mine."
"No. I want you to own me. Tell me I'm yours."
"You are Mine!"
I was slammed up against the wall, my wrists held in one of his hands. His body pressed up against mine, the smell of sweat, sex, and something else I couldn't identify filling my nose. The look in his eyes filled me with a sense of fear, and yet, it was absolutely thrilling. I was afraid because I'd never seen this look before. Thrilled because I loved the dominance he held over me.
With his free hand he explored my body, fingers sliding over places that had gone too long without his touch. I shivered, and he looked in my eyes.
"I want you to dominate me. I want you to make me beg..."
My mouth was covered by his in an instant. A soul shattering, mind blowing kiss. Both of his hands were on my shoulders, still pinning me to the wall. But now I could move my hands, and I had one tangled in his hair, and the other was underneath his shirt, my nails digging into his back. He hissed at the pain. He pulled away from the kiss and one of his hands flew to my throat, cutting off my air supply. I removed my hand from his shirt, and he kissed me again, his hand never leaving my throat, but letting me breath.
I moaned into the kiss. He'd never done this before, but I wasn't complaining. I liked this new dominating side of him. I'd never thought that having absolutely no control would be so... Hot. I had just noticed his hand was missing from my throat when I felt him starting to unbutton my pants...
"...Mmm... Touch... Me..." I turned over in my bed, barely awake.
"Don't... Stop..." My hand was tangled in my pink locks, and I could feel the gentle pull bringing me out of my dreams. "Oh... Shit... Nej..."
I shot up in my bed, my eyes wide, and my heart beating faster than I think it ever has. Why me? Why him. Of all the things to dream about, why did I have to dream of my ex-boyfriend? And why a dream like that. Yeah, I know I still want him, but honestly. He's all I think about during the day, last thought before I go to sleep, and the first thought when I wake up. I figured I'd be able to get a break when I sleep, but apparently not. My mind hates me.
I leaned against my headboard and sighed. I thought about my dream. It was such a strange situation, and yet, the more I thought about it, the more appealing it seemed. I never thought of myself as a whore for punishment, but it couldn't hurt to try right...? I almost asked who, but the image of his eyes piercing mine answered that for me.
Ah, fuck. This sucks.
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