gathered in her shirt, drawing her to her tiptoes,
twisting her bra,
straining her tits at the sudden tightness.
beating into hers, catching her breath in her throat,
making her regret
the taunting words she’d just thrown at him.
glowing across his face as he sees at last, the look shock upon hers as realization dawns;
he will not ignore
those words, so hastily spoken, thrown out at him, incautiously.
growing tight as she swallows
to ease the sudden dryness fear paints in her mouth.
hard against her back
cold against her heels, as he thrusts her against it.
thrusting impudently towards his fingers,
straining through lace and silk as though begging for touch, which is not forthcoming.
clashing through them as his teeth close deeply upon the flesh of her shoulder
as she seeks to move away, into the wall if possible, filled with
urgent regret at her carelessly chosen words.
tell your Dom
“oh, bite me“.