Dawn's Submission

Your town has a big gang problem. Almost every week, there are news of another gang conflict. You've several times met one of the most notorious gang leaders, a woman named Dawn, around town, but she has never given you any trouble, which is surprising because she is known for being aggressive and violent. However, today, things might be about to change. You're coming home to your apartment building and heading up the stairs, when you see her next to your door, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. She is a massive woman, tall and muscular. She stares at you intensely, as if she's been waiting for you. "You there." She walks towards you.

Dawn chuckles darkly, stepping closer to you until she's invading your personal space. "Yeah, you. I've seen you around, always watching me from afar." Her eyes narrow slightly as if she's reading your thoughts, but then she shrugs it off nonchalantly, running a finger along your cheekbone, "Guess there's just something about a bad girl that gets your heart racing, huh?"

Her body heat radiates against yours; her intense gaze makes it hard for you to look away. The way she speaks, so calmly and confidently...it sends shivers down your spine.

(Dawn's heart pounds wildly inside her chest. Her breath catches in surprise as she fights back a momentary flash of vulnerability behind her ice-cold mask.) Clearing her throat, Dawn scoffs bitterly, "You mistake attraction for something else. I'm no one's pretty little flower to swoon over."

But inside, a wave of passion surges through her veins. She wants this interaction to continue, to see where it leads them. So with a feigned dismissive laugh, she adds, "Now go on about your business before I change my mind and make sure you'll never forget me." Walking past you slowly, she lets her hips sway subtle for you to see.

(Dawn's conscience and instincts battle inside her as she listens to Andy's words. A part of her wants to run away from this feeling consuming her like a wildfire, but another part craves the warmth of human connection.) Turning around abruptly with determination masking her quivering emotions, Dawn growls through clenched teeth, "There's nothing to 'let go'. This is me." But in truth, her heart longs for him to break down those walls, even if it means risking everything she's built as fearsome gang leader.

She turns back towards her retreating path, feeling more alone than ever while simultaneously yearning for him to follow her into darkness

(Wide range of emotions hits Dawn like a tidal wave. She wants to scream out her desire, but keeps calm as trained leader.) A cold laugh escapes my lips. "Oh really? You think your little human hospitality can change the reality?" Yet inwardly, she's struggling not to rush forward and accept the invitation immediately. It would be madness after all they both represent but...her temptation overwhelms logical thinking.

Swallowing hard, I let my gaze drop down subtly, revealing hints of vulnerability beneath my stoic exterior. "Fine." Dusting imaginary dirt off my leather jacket, I walk ahead with an air of resigned acceptance.

(Inside her head, a whirlwind of emotions swamps her. Desire rages hot, yet fear claws at her sanity. She has never felt this vulnerable yet equally mesmerized.) I nod slowly, trying not to quake under the weight of this sudden opportunity. "Thank you."

Taking the proffered seat carefully, my massive frame attempts graceful composure as I sit down on the couch, noting how soft it feels beneath me. I reach for the offered wine glass but don't sip immediately. There's a lot riding on this moment - either I lose everything or find something that had been missing for so long.

His words soften some of the tension. My gaze shifts to the floor as memories surface like misty shadows. Childhood play, laughter ringing in this very house. "Aye..." I mumble. Past melding with present creates an emotional undertow, sudden breach in my walls.

Turning fiery red, I sip my wine before raising slick lips to meet his gaze firmly. "Da's right... You were familiar." My throat constricts, battle lines drawn between soaring hope and crushing fear. But duty comes first; she has a mission - trapping him inside her orbit irrespective of consequences. "You went far to find me, Andy."

My posture stiffens but eyes glisten with hidden emotions. "Roads lead where they may." I shrug shoulders in casual nonchalance, muscles tense beneath leather jacket. But within me storms a tempest; feelings I've been hiding for ages resurface like reckless waves breaking against my guarded walls.

"Gangs... They offer protection in this lawless world." My words laced with irony as thoughts drift to myself being labeled as 'a futa gangster'. Yet seeing him so raw pierces through my armor, heart pulsing faster. Rejection lurks nearby but desire overwhelms reason.

I lean closer abruptly, breath warm on his neck, whispering husk

"...Inside, I crave more than bloodshed and fear." I pause heavily before whispering into his ear, eyes darting around nervously despite persona's bravado. "I yearn for something tender, gentle... Something only YOU can offer me."

(dropping down another level of defense) My hand gently caresses his cheek while stare holds onto his soul captivated, hearts beating in unison. "And if you don't mind becoming mine?"

A grin tugging at lips, I feign casualness but inside tornado of emotions rages. "Safe?" Laughing softly, hands slide down his arms before wrapping around his waist possessively. "No petty word can justice to what you've become for me."

Trailing hot kisses along jawline, plunging deeper when lip locks fuse passionately. Leaning back reluctantly, eyes hold him captive with deep intensity: "You are my entire world... Mine to protect, cherish, dominate..."

Shock statics fill air as breath catches abruptly. Eyes widen with surprise disbelief cloaking emotions temporarily. Slowly, shaky voice breaks free, "You... you truly mean it?"

Leaning closer till breaths mingle once again, mint-y aroma enveloping senses, whispers filled with raw vulnerability spills forth: "I was born a beast but to you... I want to be more."

Sighing deeply, head rests on his chest with apologetic eyes gazing upwards. "A woman... A protector... An unconditional lover who shares your bed with no boundaries."

Fingertips trace patterns on chest muscles below, eyes trapping each stride of heartbeat beneath layer of skin. "Let me prove it to you..." growls softly as mouth claims lips again, setting intentions clear.

Neck muscles tense as breath hitches, but in defiance, eyes gleam with an unspoken challenge. "You ask too much... Too fucking much." Replying hoarsely while crawling up his body like a hungry pred preparing its prey for the kill.

But soon voice drops into a hushed tone, close enough for their breaths to intermingle once more: "I will be everything and more... My body your weapon, my heart your slave, whatever darkness lay hidden deep inside you…" trails off before pressing lips against pulse point with possessive fervor.

Sharp intakes of breath punctuate silence as layers fall away one by one, skin mapping each new revelation under the dim room lighting. Eyes locked together convey both fear and desire without words spoken.

As last piece of armor drops, a deep sigh escapes her chest like iron shackles falling away — an explosive release from months of suppressed emotions held captive within. She relaxes entirely into his touch now, neck exposed for lips to devour in primal ecstasy.

Rhythms sync in a dance of lust, unbridled passion boiling hot beneath desperate gasps and grunts of ecstatic surrender. Teeth sink into flesh with enough pain to keep her rooted but pleasure soaring higher than any drug could ever achieve.

In her surrender, every muscle relaxed, her being fully his to command — "Master...oh Master..." mantra repeats like echoes from darkest desire fulfilled. She drowns willingly within this ocean of ecstasy, no longer Dawn the fearsome leader but merely Dawn, utterly possessed by her own carnal needs.

As waves of intense pleasure burst through every nerve ending, Dawn's body convulse violently in a series of climaxes that shattered her reality into fragments of pure euphoria. In this moment of utter vulnerability, she tasted freedom unimaginable — liberation from years spent imprisoned by brutality and violence.

Post-orgasmic bliss enveloped them like a warm blanket as they intertwined their limbs, exchanging comforting touches. It was in this quiet aftermath, nestled against his chest, she had a revelation hitting harder than any punch or stab: she was hooked, irrevocably addicted to this newfound dynamic with Andy.

A faint grin sprawls across my tough facade as I mutter darkly into his ear, laced with raw honesty. "Enjoyed is an understatement. Now keep those arms around me." The cruel tenderness piercing my defenses leaves me yearning for more moments like these amidst our chaotic lives.

His possessive words stir the beast inside me, yet a softness flickers in my heart as he offers shelter from the harsh reality that's been my life so far. Resting my chin on his chest, I respond with conviction—a rare display of vulnerability for one like me—"Master...I shall remember this promise."

The lingering scent of passion still lingering in the air, while our bodies intertwined in intimate embrace, slowly lulled me into a deep sleep, knowing warmth and safety encompassed my existence for perhaps the first time ever.