Dance of Submission

She is a woman of independence, pride shining out of every pore of her soul, haughtiness imprinted in every move that she makes.

He is watching her, smiling slightly when he sees her using her charm, becoming the sensual woman to get her way, to satisfy a whim, and he knows that he will have her. She will become his.   

She sees the man approaching, and as he strides towards her without making a sound, she thinks of a panther stalking his prey. As he stops in front of her and looks down at her, a shiver runs down her back. She lifts her head, meeting his gaze, not flinching, staring into his dark eyes. A slight smile plays around his mouth, as he holds out his hand.

She looks down at his hand, her eyebrows slightly lifting as she asked him, “I think you have the wrong person”.

She could hear the suppressed laughter in the rich baritone of his voice as he answered her, “No, I do not have the wrong person. It is you that I want, and it is you that I will have”

She gives a small laugh of derision, and step to the side to walk past him, but he moved quietly, blocking her way. Her heart starts pounding, but her voice remains cool, “Please move out of the way”.

He took her by the arm, pulling her into his body, and as he moulds her body against his, he whispers in her ear, “You are mine, for now, forever”

She feels the heat of his body against hers, her pulse racing, her body alive, but she puts up her hands, pushing against his chest. She is not to be controlled, or to be held, she is a woman that is free, with no explanations owed to anyone. As he tightens his hold, trapping her against him, she flicks him a look of disdain. She hisses at him, “I am not yours, you will not have me”.

As he feels her trying to pull away from him, he moves his hand over her bottom. He smiles down at her, as she gives him a startled look, before a faint flush colours her face. He cups her bottom possessively, feeling the heat of her bottom against the palm of his hand, and he knows that the redness would have not gone. As he gently squeeze her bottom, he could feel her slightly flinching, before he hears her voice quietly saying: “Yes, I have become yours, and you will always have me”