God, I want to grab her throat. I want her to look me in the eyes, and show me the look she gets when she is both in love and submitting. I want her to look up at me and realize that she is most comfortable, submitted to me.
We are apart, but we are texting and drinking. We are joking, and I am happy for that. But I know what she needs, I know what I need. I need her to submit, fully, and escape her brain. I need her to feel me, I need her to know she is in her safest place.