Losing control

I only meant to take a brief taste. Short. Sweet. Sample again what the Lady had pulled me from a few nights before. And after all, this time he'd come to me. He still had her scent on him, and he was speaking words about her, but I could smell him there, as well, more than I noted the first night.

Fear in his eyes. Desire. Sure knowledge that he couldn't stand against me.

I was in control. Of myself. Of him. Of her, though she didn't yet acknowledge it.

He gave it to me willingly. Cried out where my hands touched.

Screamed when my knife cut him. Only for me.

It was there, in that promise.

Words spoken, half in jest, crooned in his ear as I gave him what we both wanted and took what I needed.

I could hurt you. Break you with barely a thought. Make you scream for me and me alone with the things I could do to you...

If you can make me scream, I'll scream just for you.

Just for me. Just for that night. I knew what he meant, but it...sparked something in me. It took over.

Such a promise. A wiser child would not have said such to one of my kind. But I took him at his word.

Control.

Who had it? I held the knife. He was tied.

But it was all for him. All for his voice. His need. His screams.

I surrendered all control to him. A puppet designed to meet his need that night.

I had the situation under control. She was going to be mine as we had always meant to be.

And then he came.

And all the control thought I had was gone in the hope of making him fulfill that promise.