I’m getting his massive cock nice and slippery.

I’m preparing to give him my full submission.

It’s as if I’m hypnotized by the length and the girth of his giant cock. I forget myself, and I forget the fact that I’m supposed to be resisting him.

I just can’t deny myself for one second longer the pleasure of having his huge, heavy cock deep down my throat.

I came in here to masturbate, to blow off some steam. But instead, he caught me, and he made me erupt in a way that I have never felt before. I mean, he made me come like three times just with his fingers.

And I know he thinks that because of that...I’m his.

But he’s wrong. This is all for me. This is what I want.

And when I’m done, I’ll let him go so easily, just like I have all the others.

I don’t get committed to anyone. And he’s not going to be the exception.

I don’t care how gorgeous his cock is. I don’t care how much I want to taste it and devour it for all the days of my life. I can resist.

I have to resist.

I let him think he’s in control. I’m the one on my knees, giving him the best handjob I can give, getting ready to take that cock down my throat.

From his bird’s eye view, I must look like the weaker sex, but from my position, I have his cock at my disposal.

He’s got this domination thing all wrong. I’m in control to matter what. And I gain that control by making him think that he’s the one doing it.

The time has come for me to feast. I open wide and take his cock down my throat. Soon, he grabs the back of my head and thrusts his cock into my mouth, fucking my mouth, trying to make me pay for when I humiliated him in the jail.

He thrusts so hard that my eyes water. It’s all too much, and yet I don’t gag. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that I am weak under the power of his cock. I refuse to gag.

“You want it, Katy, don’t you? This is what you’ve been dreaming of your whole fucking life,” he says to me harshly.

I can’t deny that what he says is true. I’ve dreamt of the day this would happen, the day when I would meet a man whose vigor and tenacity could equal my own. And I’ve known the perfect cock was waiting for me somewhere.

Is it wrong that I care more about that than who he is inside?

He’s pumping into me so damn hard. His giant member is hitting the back of my throat, and god, it’s like my greatest pleasure.

I want him. That much is sure. I need this cock ever deeper into whatever hole he desires.

I’ll never admit my aching need to him. But he probably senses it by the way I’m so eager to take him in.

“Open your throat, Katy. Open it wider.” He’s gasping as he says it.

I do as he says, and somehow, he’s able to slide it in another inch or so.

I can already tell from this short experience that he’s the best I’ve ever had. I already know my feelings of want and desire for him are going further than they should.

But I’m not going to back up now. I need this. I need him.

“Fuck, Katy, that’s so good. Just like that.”

I moan around his cock because I have to. I feel like I could come again under the weight and force of him. He’s so hot, and this is the biggest fucking cock I’ve ever seen.

I’m getting wetter and wetter by the second. I have to get off again. I just have to.

I moan and cry in pleasure around his cock, and that spurs him on even more. He’s plunging it hard into my mouth, and I take it all without one single gag.

I don’t care if I can’t breathe. I don’t care if I ever breathe again. I just need more of him inside of me.

I start to furiously finger my clit.

Please, god, release some of the pressure.

It’s like I’m a volcano that can’t stop erupting.

I look up at him as best I can and see that he’s smiling down at me with a wicked sort of grin, happy to see that I can’t help but pleasure myself while taking him in.

“Good girl,” he says. “Do what you have to do, baby. Is my cock so much for you that you just have to come?”

He’s tormenting me, of course. How could he not?

He finally knows that yes, he’s my dominant. I would do whatever he asks right now. I have totally forgotten myself, and all I can think of is coming for him.

It’s intoxicating, and I realize he has secret powers of seduction that I wasn’t aware were possible.

He’s sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. I’m looking up at him from my place on the floor, fingering myself.

For a second, our eyes meet, and it’s like fire. We both recognize the moment. We are both taken aback by how strong the connection is.

Though I’ll never admit it, I know this is more than sex. I know there’s something else here.

He feels it too. I’m certain. But neither of us will admit the truth.

We’re connected now in an unspeakable way of pleasure and torment and sex, all rolled into one.

He glances down at me again. I see that fire in his eyes, his scorching hot desire, and it makes me come right then and there. I cry out around his cock, and he knows what’s happening to me as I convulse.

The next thing I know, he’s pulling out of my mouth and spraying his hot load all over my tits and my face.

I want it. I love it. I lap up every last drop of it.

And with this, he knows that I’ve totally surrendered to him.

I’ll be passive and subdued as long as it means experiencing him in this way again and again. Our simultaneous orgasm does nothing to make me want him less. Instead, he’s fanned the flames.

I scoop up every last drop of cum from my tits and my face, and he watches as I lick my fingers.

I know I’m in a dangerous position, allowing him to see me so vulnerable. He probably thinks I’m one of his bitches, one of the sluts he picks up every night. I know the type; he’s a playboy for sure.

And instead of holding my cards close to my chest, I’ve given everything away by admitting my appetite for him. I can’t hide it. I tried.

Who would have thought? Katy―the consummate escape artist, the lone wolf, the hacker genius. But I can’t hide from him. I don’t understand what kind of power he’s wielding over me, but for some reason, my usual tactics of pretending to be someone I’m not, of hiding my true nature, aren’t working on him.

He seems to see through me as clearly as he would a window. I’m transparent like glass. What’s happening to me?

I need to pull away. I should go. I should vanish from his life.

I start to gather my clothes to get up to leave the bathroom, but once again, he doesn’t let me.

“Where do you think you’re going, Katy? We’re just getting started. I know you want more, and I’ve only begun to show you just how good it can be,” he says.

I stumble over my words. “I should go, Marcus. Really, this is going too far. I should be getting back to…” My voice trails off because in truth, I have nowhere else to go, nowhere to be.

He sees through my lie because he sees through me so easily. I’m tempted to stay. And for a moment, my life is like the metaphor of two roads diverging in the woods...which way will I go?

I want him badly, yes. But I have a life and an identity to protect. I already feel as if Marcus is a danger zone.

I could get so wrapped up in him that I might forget myself. I mean, haven’t I already?

I’ve worked too hard to become this person. I’ve worked too hard to let him have this kind of control over me.

I’m strong. I’m talented. And above all, I don’t need anyone in my life.

I can take care of myself.

Every part of my mind is telling me to run away, but my intuition wants to stay. For once it would be nice to not have to care so much about hiding who I really am. To be a regular kind of woman, a normal girl who has nothing to hide and nowhere else to be.

But that’s just not me. My truth is ever deeper, so much more complicated than that.

I’ll never be a normal girl.

And so, I try to run.