#Odile

Her tears stopped; she was His, Once again, the unquestioning way in which his desires were inflicted upon Odile calmed her, made everything meaningful; she had only to lean in to this careless domination of her body by His proxies to lose herself, to put her own petty concerns into perspective; see herself for the weakling she was, effortlessly dominated by His will, even in His absence. It wasn’t safety, but it was Him in charge, and it was a deep relief to let herself be controlled. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 15 minutes; 3200 words

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He circled back, tried again, rearing up at her, snapping jaws so close to her face, to her naked breasts, his sharp claws, too, but even though she wanted, wanted desperately for it to work, to be frightened back into obedience, into relative safety, it was all too much, and she went the other way, suddenly flailing at the creature, screaming at it with all her strength, all her fear, all her despair, trying to frighten it away, and then she had gone too far for him. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 15 minutes; 3200 words

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