We've spoken but twice and I find myself thinking of her constantly. I would certainly go to hell for all my thoughts of her; I'd give her pleasure sure enough, but I want her to feel pain as well. I want her on her knees, mouth open wide as I cum. I want her to thank me as I discipline her, as I cut her open from clit to belly button and fuck her hard.
I want her to need me.
I need her to need me.