He leaned in close, "I'm going to fuck you in the ass."
I squeaked back, "You are?"
It's been a really long time you see, and we all know that the longer it is between such events, the more painful it is.
He leaned in close, fastening his hand firmly in my hair "You know you want it."
His grip tightened as he got measurably closer and growled, "Don't lie to me."
As he pushed inexorably in, all I could hear was my own whines, his low growl, and his voice whispering softly in my ear, "Breathe."
What is it about that simple command to perform a basic necessity of staying alive, that is such a huge turn on?
He winds his other hand into my hair as his grip on my throat tightens, and slides in deeper, "You are Mine. Breathe."
And so pain turns to pleasure as I breathe him all the way in.
I think that the subject of control over basic functions may deserve a post of its own...