He does that one thing that leaves me fixated for days. It keeps coming back to me. It hurts, or frightens, or both. It says love to me. It is love to me. It must have to do with the fetishization of power and control.
The other night during some rough sex he backhanded me hard enough to smush my nose and drive my lips into my teeth. It felt significantly different than his regular, front of the hand, face slaps, and it left me smarting.
I can't get it out of my head, how surprising and sudden and painful it was. And how hot. Yum.
I love him so, how he owns and controls me, how much he loves me, how he can be so tender and yet so hard.
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