Infatuated
“Tell me you want this,” he whispers hoarsely, his eyes boring into hers. It's not a question of consent, it's another command, and she can't help but agree yet again.“I... I want this,” she says under her breath.“You sure?”She inhales deeply. “Yes.”“Say it,” he urges. “Tell me what you want.”“I... I want...” she starts, chewing on her lip, averting her eyes, her cheeks burning up in embarrassment. “I...” Her mouth feels dry. “I want you to... to...” She swallows thickly. “...to sleep with me...”His laugh sounds almost mocking. She looks up with her eyebrows furrowed, her lips pursed, discomfort written all over her face. “So fucking innocent,” he mutters, shaking his head, amusement making his lips twitch. “Say you want me to fuck you. Come on, use big girl words, baby.”She presses her lips together, shifting on his lap. “I... I want you to... fuck me...”His hands move up to grab her face, pulling her closer to him until his nose brushes against hers. “You want me to take your virginity?” he whispers darkly, his breath fanning over her lips.“Yes.”
Careful what you wish for.
– Or: A girl's sexual awakening, a journey of submission and obsession.