The Swipe of Sin

September 6

She told herself it was only drinks. A quick meet-up, nothing serious. But she hesitated before swiping right, staring at that one word on my profile 'Dom'. Something in her chest tightened when she read it, a mix of curiosity and heat she didn’t want to admit. She swiped anyway. Now she was here across the table, trying too hard to act casual. Her laugh came a second too late, her hand wrapped too tightly around her glass. I watched her not the drink, not the noise of the bar, just her. I leaned in, my hand closing lightly over her wrist. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make her pulse jump under my thumb. “Dear God, keep me in check,” I muttered low, half to myself, half to her. Her eyes flicked up fast, like she’d heard the weight behind those words. I stood, tugging her by the wrist. She followed. She could’ve pulled away. She didn’t. We slipped out the back door into the alley, swallowed by shadow and silence. I turned, pressing her against the brick wall. My hand covered her mouth before she could form the nervous question already burning on her lips. Her body stiffened, but it wasn’t ***. It was that other thing. That secret hum of recognition, the one she felt the second she saw Dom in my profile. I leaned close, my voice a growl against her ear. “Say what you want, but you wanted danger the second you swiped right”. Her muffled sound was somewhere between protest and moan. Her thighs shifted against my knee as I ***d them wider. I pulled my hand away just enough to let her breathe, my eyes locking on hers. “You thought it was just drinks. But your inner sub knew better. That part of you was already kneeling before we even met.” Her lips trembled, but she didn’t deny it. And that was all the permission my demon needed. The brick sc***d her back as I pinned her harder. Her breath came quick, chest rising against mine. My hand slid from her mouth to her jaw, tilting her face up so she couldn’t look away. Her lips parted, but no words came out. Just a shaky exhale. Her eyes said everything, conflict, ***, and something much darker pulling her under. I dragged my hand down the line of her throat, stopping just above the ***r she wore, pressing my thumb against the hollow where her pulse hammered. She shivered but leaned into the pressure. "There it is," I murmured, my voice thick with hunger. "That quiet little sub inside you. You’ve been trying to keep her hidden, haven’t you? But she’s mine now. Out here, in this alley, you don’t get to bury her anymore. Her breath hitched, and then finally, she nodded. Just once. Small, desperate, but real. That was the crack I needed. My demon surged forward. I pushed her knee higher with mine, forcing her legs apart, my hand sliding beneath the hem of her skirt. She gasped, clutching at my jacket, but she didn’t push me away. "Good girl," I growled in her ear. "You knew this was coming. And now, you’re going to find out just how deep that submission runs".
“You’re going to remember the feel of these bricks on your back every time you touch yourself after tonight. You’ll leave this alley marked, shaken, and craving more of me. This is where your body stops being yours. From here on, it’s mine to use".