Why Don't You Make Me

By Screamer
screamer_girl@hotmail.com
http://www.thescreamergirl.com

Screamer writes erotica under the pen name Kanthra Adair. Her new book Screaming Inside is available for $12.50 from Amazon.com:
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1893006387/thescreamergi-20/104-5857078-5020762

Head cocked to the side, looking at him.
He said, "Why don't you get me a beer?"
Gleam in her eye, slight smile to her lips
Ready to play.
She said, "Why don't you make me?"

Pause.
Play.

Arm twisted behind her back,
Pushing, pushing
He's laughing, she's laughing
A game she plays when she wants to feel that heat
A phrase she uses, knowing the reaction it will get
Just one more way to inspire him to lead.

Head cocked to the side, looking at him.
He said, "Why don't you suck my cock?"
Sparkle in her eyes, biting her bottom lip
Ready to play
She said, "Why don't you make me?"

No pause.
Full volume.

Hands in her hair, pushing her down
Shoving his cock past her lips, past her tongue
She's looking up at him, daring him to push further
One final grasp on her hair
And she's down, but coming up fast
The way he likes it
A game she plays, when she wants to be taken
Just one more way to inspire him to direct

Head cocked to the side, looking at him
He said, "Get on your hands and knees"
Fired up now, from his force
Ready to take the game to a new level
Ready to…
Play

"Why don't you make me?"

His hands, digging into the flesh of her arms
Pulling her, twisting her
Ignoring her yelps and protests
Not caring anymore if she's playing;
He's not.
Not caring anymore if she likes it;
He does.
Pushing her down, face first, into a pillow
Pulling her hips around, slapping her ass
Grabbing a handful of hair and pulling her head back
Biting her neck and growling in her ear.

"Make you?"

There are no words for her to speak.

"MAKE you?"

A sound, like no other
Between a whimper and a cry
His sound.

His cock, moving into her at

Fast forward speed.

"I will take you WHEN I want."
"WHERE I want."
"HOW I want"
Each phrase, with a thrust as an exclamation point.
"And I will MAKE you love it, every time."
"Your choice is gone.  There ain't no

Pause

button on your submission to me."

Crescendo.
Eject.

Read Screamer's article Submissive and Feminist - Contradiction or Consistency?

Read Screamer's Article Is it Really Submission? (if I like everything he does?)

Read the SCENEprofiles interview with Screamer

Copyright 2003

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