Page 85 of X: Command Me through Alexander’s Eyes

After a while, her head lolls back, and she gazes up at me with pleading eyes. I slow to a trot and lift my hand to brush her cheek. “Yes, poppet?”

I want to hear her say it.

“Please.”

“Please what?” I could come just listening to her beg.

“Please, stop. I…need…you.” She struggles to ask. After meeting her parents, I can see why. She’s been taught to take her place and take what’s given. I want her to learn to ask for what she wants. I want her to ask for every filthy pleasure she’s ever denied herself.

And then I want to give them all to her.

“Say it, Clara,” I coax.

“I want you to fuck me,” she whispers, the words sounding hesitant on her lips, even though truth coats them.

I wait for a moment. “Want or need?”

Her throat slides, and something changes in her face. She gives in.

She submits—not to me but to herself.

“I need your cock. I need you to fuck me until I can’t take any more. Please.”

I can’t give her all of me. I won’t burden her with that curse, but I can give her this—and I will.