Willow Madison

I like the idea of you on an island...""Oh...why's that?" She's squinting up at me, her eyes brighter than the sea in the setting sun."I could keep you all to myself. You'd be trapped, only able to come and go as I please...I'd be your Caesar..."She laughs and reaches her hand out to me, "Don't you already have that power...without need of a sea?

Acting so obviously submissive to Max around strangers, I felt a lot of humiliation. The looks from people, the comments. But I also felt this strange sense of pride. I am his possession, his property. And I'm proud of that. I'm proud of how happy I make him.

What? Don't you want a girl who can talk dirty to you?"His look only hardens. "No, Lucy. I'm serious. I won't tolerate that from you." He doesn't look away and I feel that heat in the pit of my stomach, spreading down again. "Well...I've heard you curse before..." I swallow loudly, but keep his gaze."I'm a man.

I no longer fear the pain...I fear no release from this torture...knowing that I've hurt him and he can't forgive me...that he won't be able to make me his good girl again.

I was told I have obsessive behavioral traits. I looked up everything to do with obsession after that.

This is a forum for readers. Authors walk these halls at their own risk. I__e been to the Coliseum in Rome. GR is just that. Books are gladiators. Readers are ravenous citizens awaiting their next bite of entertainment, all Caesars with thumbs readied for judgement. Even champions fall prey to sword now and then. And you know what they say about the pen and the sword_the analogy is a bit muddled, but it__ in there somewhere.

Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She__ offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.

Some men just can__ stomach the necessary steps it takes to make a good girl great.

I__ the answer to her pain. She__ my answer for the need for it.

When he sees my pain, the old and new, he pushes me to give it to him. To give in to his need to consume all of it and make it his.

A lot can happen in a heartbeat though. Even a really fast one. Lives crumble in a heartbeat. Promises are lost in a heartbeat.

I__e succumbed to the absolute power of the man that pulls, culls, calls my unwitting submission. And I__e embraced the power of my submission to draw him in further, to have him kneeling and worshiping what he__ conquered. I__e known surrender and strength with him. True freedom. And a hell of a lot of orgasms.

I'm silenced by his right hand cupping my chin and ear, his left hand flattening against my ribs as he gently pushes me back against the wall. I can feel the brick pressing into my naked upper back, cold and rough. His kiss is slow, tender...firm. His lips are warm, tongue smooth and flat, filling my mouth...I can't even feel my own tongue...taking my breath away with his.

My painful memories sift through me like sand through stretched fingers. Only small pieces cling and stay around for me to keep, the rest just disappear. I know not where and I don__