Compulsion “Do you know why you’re here?” The rhetoric hung thick in t

Compulsion “Do you know why you’re here?” The rhetoric hung thick in the air, the flipside to the buzz that punctured the silence with all the urgency of a bee trying to find the window. It made it hard to concentrate, that audible vibration, nestled so innocuously between her legs, held there in a sling of rudely slapped on duct tape, a promise of future pain. It was relentless, which was more than could be said of her attention, flitting between the struggle for composure and the snatches of his words that she could grab out the air, what comprehension she could catch.  “It’s not because of that blunt little text message I sent to you, nor was it because I gave the order. You jumped to obey, but just because I’ve made you say yes before doesn’t mean I have any control over whether you’ll say it again. If I’m not the reason…” He trailed off for a moment, and she could hear him pacing, the sound of his voice moving in stereo from one side of her to the other, like he was one of those bands in the 80s that had just been given the freedom of bidirectional sound. It was an abuse of location.  “If I’m not the reason, then it must be you. Are you here of your own volition, little girl?” This time she couldn’t tell if it was rhetorical, and after a moment’s awkward hesitation, she parted her lips to speak, a break from the constant gasps and moans.  Before a single syllable could fall from her lips the crop was between them, and her tongue was arrested. For a second she frowned, but let it be; what other option did she have?  “You don’t need to answer. I’m talking to educate, not discuss.” There was a slight mockery to his tone, a playful ribbing, and despite herself she felt a slight flush rush to her cheeks. She wanted to slap him. Wanted to goad him into action, so that it was hands and not words that he was laying on her.  “You’re here because it’s not obedience that you want to manifest. Because compliance isn’t enough, not for you. There’s a niggle in the back of your mind that drives you to this, and it’s something entirely intrinsic. You only do what I say because you’re desperate for that compulsion to be channeled  because you know that I’m the only one you think is capable…” Again he trailed off, as if reconsidering. “Because you know that I’m the only one you think is worthy.” She smirked at that. The crop left the cusp of her lips and swatted against her cheek, wiping the smirk away as soon as it had arrived.  “Just because you’ve got autonomy don’t think that means you’ve got authority.” Her eyebrow slid up, and he chuckled. Which, all things considered, was just about the only thing that kept him tolerable. She smiled, and suddenly he was there. She felt his breath against her lips, and it felt like he was just shy of kissing her. “Don’t you have anything to say?"  She considered, for a moment.  Another passed. Then she lent forward, pressed her lips hard against his. He laughed into the kiss. -- source link

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