All my life when I have been told I couldn’t do something; I have fought to prove them wrong.
When I have been told I have to comply, mold, kneel to authority, it has been a struggle.
Men like me don’t kneel to anyone, it is not in us to submit and if we give off the false pretense that we are, you can bet your ass it’s for our betterment or something bigger than us as an individual.
Sweet, sexy, Mary Ward, my Little Lamb, has been deemed off limits to me.
For months, I have caged my desire and fought back the need to capture my prey. I have watched her fight her own desire, mask her confusion, and listen to the words she says yet doesn’t mean trying to keep me away.
I have studied her. I know who she is and what she is running from.
I know what makes her the way she is, and I will show her how to leave behind the false protection of the flock she surrounds herself with and surrender to the wolf waiting patiently in the Shadows.
The time to hunt, and play is over.
I will dominate her and break her down. I will to slaughter the lamb and she will never submit to anyone, but me.
