After a while, her head lolls back, and she gazes up at me with pleading eyes. I slow to a trot and lift my hand to brush her cheek. “Yes, poppet?”
I want to hear her say it.
“Please.”
“Please what?” I could come just listening to her beg.
“Please, stop. I…need…you.” She struggles to ask. After meeting her parents, I can see why. She’s been taught to take her place and take what’s given. I want her to learn to ask for what she wants. I want her to ask for every filthy pleasure she’s ever denied herself.
And then I want to give them all to her.
“Say it, Clara,” I coax.
“I want you to fuck me,” she whispers, the words sounding hesitant on her lips, even though truth coats them.
I wait for a moment. “Want or need?”
Her throat slides, and something changes in her face. She gives in.
She submits—not to me but to herself.
“I need your cock. I need you to fuck me until I can’t take any more. Please.”
I can’t give her all of me. I won’t burden her with that curse, but I can give her this—and I will.