Thread: Dominion Over Her (BennyQ x Sketchyequine)

Solstice glared down at the man. She was definitely unimpressed with the amount of fight he was giving her. Yet he wanted her to call him sir? Despicable. The only man I have ever or will ever call sir is my father, bud. You are nothing more than scum on this planet. You deserve no respect from me or anyone. Being tall and strong doesn't make you my superior. Far from it. She practically hissed at the man. Her face was hard and her grip was firm. The small woman was not playing games anymore. You're right. If I wanted you dead I'd just push you off the edge. It's simple. I don't want you dead. I want you to hurt, do you understand me? She whispered, her face getting threateningly close to his. Her hot breath stroked his chiseled features now. She was so close that she could almost taste him. The closeness actually made the young woman want to taste him. Not to mention she knew it would probably agonize him more to know she could do anything she wanted in this situation. He was her toy, and Solstice was a very powerful young woman. So, she did what impulse told her to do. His all of her weight still pinning down his tired arms and her knife still pressed to his neck, she leaned down and kissed him. Her lips were soft and supple, making it easy for her to manipulate his mouth beneath her own. Kissing her worst enemy offered a satisfaction to Solstice that was damn near unexplainable to anyone who had not been in her shoes. The passion she felt for him was hatred, but was it tempting her with another kind of passion? That question remained. For now, she was enjoying every part of kissing the man. He tasted like rebellion, and that was a sweet sweet taste to the redhead. However, all good things had to come to an end. After a flick of her tongue over his lower lip, Solstice pulled back. Then she acted as if none of it happened, going back to threatening him within an inch of his life. I want to know your name so I know whos head to claim when I'm rescued by my people from this shithole. Someone of high stature would be much more exciting to claim, don't you think? She rode an eyebrow, pressing her body down harder onto him. Her pelvis pressed down into him as she hovered above him. But she started again, hesitating only to look down into his eyes. They were as green as the forest above. What she couldn't figure out was why she would be attracted to the man who had literally kidnapped her. Perhaps she was actually going crazy, but she just wanted to keep looking at him. He was quite possibly the best looking man she had ever kissed, yet he was also the most evil. She had to make him less tempting. Solstice reached up with her armed hand and carved a line into the mans already sharp jawline. The woman watched as the beads of blood welled up and she bit down on her lip. This wasn't working. He was always going to be attractive to her. But she finally continued, you don't have to tell me your name. She gave a shrug as she put the knife back to his throats in threat. But I'm going to tell you mine, and youll never forget it. Solstice shifted her body and placed her knee on his chest to pin his tired body down while the sole of her boot of the same leg dug into his shredded arm. His other arm she pinned down with the opposite leg, putting as much weight as possible on the man's hand and wrist, the soft inside of his forearm exposed to her. With a devious, sadistic smile Solstice removed the blade from his neck and made her next move. The man was pinned with all she had as she began carving into his arm just deep enough that she knew it would leave a permanent scar. S...O...L...S...T...I...C...E Her name. His permanent forget me not.