You Were So Much Younger, So Much Smaller, Acting Like Such A Bitch, Such A Brat. You Even Mocked Me,

You were so much younger, so much smaller, acting like such a bitch, such a brat. You even mocked me, for an instant. And then turned around. You were taking aim, seductively leaning over the table, lifting your ass in my direction, your elegant dress parting down the length of your leg. You knew what you were doing. I knew.

When I flattened you against the table, it was so violent it took your breath away. It was also mechanical, unceremonious, unromantic. I bent you over like a tool. Plied you open and pushed myself into you. I didn't think of you as a person. I didn't treat you with respect. I fucked you like a piece of meat.

You were obedient. You made no cry, no sound. You did not move. You allowed yourself to feel used. Truly used. An object. Powerless. Put in your place. Exactly what you had hoped - a Man able to be a Man, not a whining boy her age, but a pile-driving fucking Man who could break her.