Commanding Presence

I flicked off the lights and push you against the wall. I command you follow my lead as i walked backwards down the hallway, deeper into the darkness, my darkness. And you, submitting to my bestial strength, simply weaved your fingers into the rust of my hair and bowed to my dominion. Like a lowly, unassuming insect, captivated by my hellfire glow.

Halfway down the hall, I slam you back first into the wall again, harder than before. I clawed at your chest under your shirt as I ate your kiss once more and bit down your neck; the groans you breathe out into the obscurity flinched sharply as my fangs grew less and less forgiving.

Your buckle caught the flash of light seeping in from somewhere outside as I tugged at the leather strap of your belt. I run my fingers up and back down the front of your chest, back down to your waist, and unclasped your belt, plucking it from the loops with a single sliding pull. Feverishly, I tore off your pants open and moved them, along with your underwear down just enough to reveal your smug erection. With both palms on your board-firm chest, I smirked at you, kissed you once more, a little softer than before, and I squat down before you.

You hold your raging hard cock in your hand, stroking it as you present it to me. I swatted your hand away.

"No," I snarled. "Don't touch. That's mine until I'm done with it."

I pick your belt up from the floor and wrapped it around your wrists, binding your hands behind your back.

"You will touch me when I say so," I said and kissed you and entangle our tongues once more.