There is something about you that exudes control. Never faltering.

Perfected restraint.

Even when you unleash your beast and I see those black shrouded eyes staring down at me.

I see control.

An unhindered determination to play out exactly what is going on in behind that skull of yours. The whimpers, yelps and growls that spill from my reddened lips do nothing but fuel you more. The heat and wetness in my cunt feeds the beast. My body begs for it my mind struggles.

Those eyes they take me deeper, I strain to look away but the curiosity of staring into that abyss of darkness draws me back everytime.

What do you see in mine? Fearful yet an unspoken trust that you will not break me?

Or do you see a pent up, wild rage begging for release, that washes over into a far away look, begging for it, craving pain to take away the hurts, the anger, the sorrow?

Will you bring her out to play? Coax her out of the dark recesses she hides?

You push me right to that edge where I dangle with my feet over the edge. It’s at that moment when the mind turns white, everything disappears, there is nothing but focus on the moment.

That’s where she feels safe to come out from her dark place in my mind, when the light draws her out to see. Growls seethe and grow in volume, feral and panting she appears.

Beast meets beast.

It is there your control keeps her under your hand, it is there you claim her or all is lost.

Sometimes she disappears as rapidly as she seems to appear.  Replaced by a silent calm.

Or is it the eye of the storm, the calm before the pent up rage appears again needing to be sated?

To be claimed, taken and reminded which beast holds the cards.

You know exactly when that happens, you feel sinew loosening, her body relenting to your touch.

She needs that control as much as you need to give it.

Just as much as she needs to relinquish it to you.

It is as natural as breathing.