Clash of Domination
She browsed bored until a comment came up... He was beautiful, strong and confident, an experienced Dom-her favorite.
She smiled and studied his page reading, gathering information for the hunt, one hand sliding down between her thighs as the excitement of it over took her.
She planned her moves well... Told him what he wanted to hear.
Sweet and sensual words, flirting and shying away. she gained his trust with every pic and smile... Just enough to bait... Teasing, intriguing she set the trap...
He thought he would be her master he was excited.
They met and he touched her with his hands and his lips, a terrible mistake, she dug herself in deep but he couldn't even feel he did not know she was already in. He was enjoying to much to notice that in his lust he had opened himself up his life force unprotected and vulnerable.
Physically she submitted- he could do anything he wanted to her body, she would let him.
But she dominated him emotionally feeding off his happiness which was sweet, but soon she would shred it away and strip him from it.. Anger is sweeter. She would feed off every raw emotion.
He would dominate her body but she would Dominate him with her soul.
She had full control.
Carmilla
