Amante

I’ve built my life on fucking secrets.

One after the other.

They’ve been my foundation and my fortress

for as long as I can remember.

They keep me safe.

Secure in the knowledge that only I truly know what is going on.

It’s my protection. Her protection. 

What she doesn’t know saves her from what I dread most.

Her death.

It’s what fueled me as a child and what I drowned in as I grew up.

I was raised in hell, brought up in darkness.

I’ve always ruled my own life.

Always held control.

Dominance.

But when I come home and find her sitting in my chair,

ruling over my kingdom, I’ll be damned if I speak first.

What’s more, she’s doing it with a fire in her eyes

that deserves to be beaten out of her

as I take her across my knee

and remind her who is really in control.

Not just in this life, but over her body.

Her mind. Her pleasure, and her pain.

All she has to do is keep fucking tempting me.

Keep looking at me as if I’m the devil,

and I’ll find great pleasure in watching

as she experiences a whole new level of hell.