snippet two

Mmm. The way you bite your lip when I say something just a little terrible. It makes me wonder just how terrible I could be before you stopped looking at me with those big round eyes. I think you don't mind if I get a little rough, do you?

No. No, you don't mind at all. Does it make you hungry? Does it make you want... something awful? I could be awful to you, if you wanted. Why aren't you walking away? I could *hurt* you.

I just threatened you, and you're looking at me like I'm going to put a communion wafer on your tongue. Do you believe me yet? I don't want your friend. I want the girl who's so desperate to be dominated she's swaying in her shoes, just from a few nasty words.

Oh, I've thought you were cute for a while. I saw you around with her, but I never thought you were... for a man like me. Until last week. Yes, you remember. Yes. I was tired and I slipped up--mentioned putting someone over my knee. Played it off as a joke, but you... you stared at me like your hope of heaven. And when I caught your eye, you went so red. Bit your lip. Couldn't look at me. It made me wonder if you were made for a man like me after all.