Submission

   Her tongue slid over her lips as she watched him walk in front of her. Ah yes this was her obsession, her addiction and her damnation. Eyes pinned to his luscious ass encased in jeans she thought about just sliding her hands into the back pockets. What would he do? Have a fit for sure and she had to grin at that. Her pet could be so sweetly, uptight sometimes. She needed to just take him for her own and get it over with.

   Ah yes, he wanted it as much as she did but there was always that delicious hesitation. It got her blood racing to know he felt so strongly, wanted to kneel at her boots but was so proud to not submit. The desperate need showed in his eyes, he did not know that and it was the most intoxicating thing she had ever seen. That desire, that need to be possessed and to relinquish control to her. He knew she could take him to realms higher than he had ever even fantasized about. He knew and so he ran.

   And here he was, striding purposefully through the mall with one thing on his mind and here she was strolling along behind him like a predatory panther waiting for the right moment to strike.
She decided that she would take him here, she would make him her own in this public place and he would love it.