I have a confession Sir.

I’m a little lost.

I’ve been out of sorts for a while, the shit weather hasn’t helped, but we talked about that.

No, I am a different kinda lost.

I feel like someone hit the D/s pause button and then instead of hitting play, they changed the channel.

Everything in our relationship is going extraordinarily well.

But I need some time with you.

Not just the hour before one of us runs out the door to work, or whispering in hushed tones late at night.

No sir.

I need to not have anywhere to be, no rush, no hurry, nothing between you and me.

I need you to touch me, bring me back to earth, back to you.

I need to take my time.

I need to feel every inch of you.

I need to be consumed by your passion.

I need you.

I need my Wolf.

Wrap your hands around my throat and through my hair.

Growl in my ear

Let me taste your beast.

Show me once again why I belong to you.

Remind me why I kneel.

Thrust yourself into me and take what is yours. What you claimed before.

I need to feel how you own it.

How you own me.

Hold me on you as I quiver and shake, and tell me how it’s yours.

That I am yours.

That I belong to you.

Wrap me up in your arms are bury your fire in me.

I need to feel your power.

I need to feed your beast.