Kitten,

Let me be very specific, because my need — and it is a need, and an aching need — is very specific: I need you to come to me and yield to me and obey me, to surrender yourself to me and give me everything I demand.

I need your submission.

My mind is filled with the image of you standing, nearly naked, and waiting for me, your eyes downcast, your hands clasped in front of you. I can’t stop thinking about you dropping to your knees, and of watching in the mirror as you lean forward and take my cock in your mouth, your back arched, your hands pressed against my thighs.

I hear you moaning as I tell you not to move, to spread your legs and lie perfectly still as I slowly thrust into you. I watch you, watch you struggle to keep your hands resting on the bed beside you, as I told you to do. Your lips are parted, and I imagine kneeling beside you, the head of my cock pressed against them. Soon, but not before I drive too long and too hard and too deep into you and make you wince and gasp and tighten your grip on the sheets as you endure the pain.

I need you, Kitten. I need to possess, command, own your little body.

Soon.

Love and lust and desire,
YOUR Querido