I will always dominate you. It’s my nature, just as it’s yours to surrender to it. It’s an authority I simply assume: I’ll take you, you’ll yield to me, and I’ll treat you like the obedient and submissive girl you are–I’ll protect you, command you, enjoy you. I couldn’t not dominate you. I wouldn’t know how.

I will always dominate you.

Occasionally, I’ll throw you around and treat you roughly.

I move quickly, crossing the room to where you stand at the bed, before you have a chance to speak. I put my arm around you and pull you hard against me, bending you backwards as I press my chest against yours. My hand goes to the back of your neck, as always, but I hold you too tightly, kiss you too hard. I push you back farther, until you feel my leg between yours, your pussy pressed against my thigh as I tip you back. The pressure there feels good, as does the sense of being swept off your feet. But you know what it’s like when I get this way, when I’m feeling particularly aggressive, and you feel a moment of fear–and anticipation.

I pull you back up and spin you around so that you’re facing the bed. With one hand on your neck and another on your waist, I push you roughly forward and you fall across the bed, lying on your stomach. I’m not holding you now, but you know better than to try to move–the last time you did, I grabbed your ankle and yanked you roughly toward me, until you were sitting on the floor with your back against the bed, and then I fucked your throat, making you choke and gag for what seemed like forever.

So you lie still, waiting.

In a moment I’m kneeling on the bed beside you. My hand grasps your upper arm and I pull you up, rolling you on to your back. You look up at me as I lean over you, and you see the lust in my eyes, the want, the hunger. I’m breathing hard, and you know it isn’t from exertion–I can throw you around all night without tiring. My body is tense, my muscles tight; you can feel how close I am to exploding, and you lie still, breathing slowly, only your eyes moving as you watch me.

You’re lying on the bed beneath me, vulnerable, and I want to ravish you. I want to tear off your clothes, to hear the fabric rip as I yank roughly at it. I want to grab your naked breasts and squeeze them hard, and pinch your nipples. I want to slip my fingers into your hair and pull your head back, press my lips against your neck, grind my palm crudely against your pussy as my lips slide down your body to your breasts. I want to make you cry out with pain as my hand closes tightly on your inner thigh, as I shove your legs apart and plunge two fingers hard into your pussy.

I want to choke you with my cock. I want to fuck your ass until you scream. I want to bend you over and take you from behind, spanking you hard until you’re crying even as I’m slamming my cock deep into you. I want to shove you forward against the wall, hold you there with my forearm across your back, and fuck you so hard I almost lift you off the ground with each thrust.

I want to throw you on to your back and fall on top of you, plunging my cock deep into you; then flip you over, my cock still in you, and drive you into the mattress with my body, slam you forward with each thrust.

You sense all this. You don’t see my raw need often, but you know it’s real, and you know you’re seconds away from being taken roughly, painfully, from being tossed about, grabbed hard, maybe bruised. And you know there’s nothing you can do, nothing except say our safe word–but you’ve never done that, and you know you won’t, not for this.

I reach down and unfasten your pants, yank them roughly down your thighs. Then I flip you over, quickly, and hold you down with a hand on the small of your back. You hear me undoing my belt, unzipping my pants. You know you’re about to be taken, but you aren’t sure how: you hope it isn’t your ass, not now, not when I’m this aggressive. But then I’m behind you, my arm reaching around you and my hand between your legs opening your pussy to me, and you feel my cock thrust into you. And now you know it will be okay, and you moan as my cock sinks deep into you, and you grip the sheets tightly and press your cheek against the bed and hold on as I slam myself into you.

When I come, I push so hard into you that it hurts, that you can hardly breathe, and I hold myself tight against you, and you can feel my cock throbbing and pulsing  inside you. Then, slowly, my body settles on you, and you enjoy the feeling of my weight holding you down, and you know that I’ll be gentle now, and hold you close, and take care of you, and that I won’t be dangerous again for a long time.