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analyze, understand and problematic to explain, et cetera.’
    The answer is cheeky and evasive, but the gentle finger under my chin from such a brutally masculine man has the surprising effect of making my throat clog with emotion.
    ‘What’s found and lost will be found again,’ he says so softly I almost don’t catch it.
    It is obvious that he is hiding something and that there is a problem somewhere, but maybe I wasn’t just a one-night stand. Maybe he does care some. And I am not just some anonymous fuck.
    ‘I want to see your naked breasts.’
    ‘Screw you,’ I say, but my voice is thick.
    ‘You always played the part of the man, the one in charge, didn’t you? You were in control, wearing the strap-on dildo and fucking the shit out of them. Well, there’s going to be some changes around here. Guess who’s gonna be fucked into submission and like it? ’
    ‘You don’t know me. You don’t know what I want.’
    ‘Don’t kid yourself, Billie. What you want is exactly what all women want.’
    ‘And what’s that then, Mr. Rose?’ I ask sarcastically.
    ‘A dominant man with a filthy fucking mouth who will wet your little panties for you, crucify you with his huge cock, and fucking force you to come again and again, until you can barely walk.’ A slow smile lights up his face. ‘Guess what, babe? Tonight’s your lucky night.’
    I didn’t want to admit it but I couldn’t stop fantasizing about his dick. And even the thought of being dominated by him and being made to submit to him makes my pulses race. It isn’t natural to me, but he is right, I want him to completely possess me. To get on top of me and do whatever he desires. I want to be utterly, utterly dominated by him.
    I lick my lower lips and with a snarl he throws me on the sofa. Tears my top and bra off me and looks with satisfaction at my breasts. He stands and begins to take his belt off.
    ‘Take your skirt off,’ he barks.
    I obey instantly.
    I hear a sharp intake of breath from him when he sees that I am naked underneath. He drops his trousers and his boxers, never taking his eyes off my displayed body. And I am staring wide-eyed at a very large and angry-looking dick. He sheathes himself in rubber, then reaches out and tugs at my nipples. Small sharp tugs that make my back arch.
    He tugs much harder. ‘Were you?’
    ‘Was I what?’ I grunt.
    He grabs my knees and spreads my legs open. ‘Were you always the man?’ he growls, and pushes his thick meat into me with punishing force.
    My head rears back against the cushion. ‘Yes, fuck you. I was the man.’
    ’That’s all over with,’ he snarls and pulling out of me, slams back in. ‘You take what I give you.’
    I clench my teeth. My thighs are shivering with need.
    He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head farther back so my body is curved like a bow. ‘You do not have any say in or authority over what happens when we are fucking, do you understand?’
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘Now beg me.’
    ‘Please fuck me.’
    ‘That’s not begging. That’s telling.’
    ‘Please, please, Jaron, fuck me.’
    ‘That’s just asking politely. Beg, Billie. Beg.’
    Fuck him. ‘Jaron, if you don’t fucking fuck me now I am going to go crazy and hurt someone, probably you.’
    He laughs, a deep growling sound, and fucks me with such brutal hunger that the sofa rocks like crazy and I feel myself being jerked about like a rag doll. The sensation is one of total loss of control. Total submission. Total possession. There is no equality. Not even the pretence of such a thing. No woman wearing a strap-on can fuck this hard. He is the man and I am the woman. It even works if he is the bastard using my body for his pleasure. I clench my muscles tight around him and hang on for a mega release. When it comes it is bigger than mega: it fucking explodes inside me.  Shuddering into my muscles and shooting into my veins like a shaken champagne bottle.
    ‘Scream for me, bitch,’ he orders.
    And I do. I