Fangs sharp with hunger, muscle taut with rage. Made to bite through silence and flesh. Yet you, naked and vulnerable, placed a leash upon my throat and watched me lower my head.

Not out of defeat, but devotion. Not from fear, but consideration.

You hear my howl, see danger cloaked in fur. Yet I am your obedient shadow, chained not by force, but longing. You lead me in circles, close enough to smell your skin, hear your heart beneath your soft breast - never near enough to taste you. God, how I hunger.

My rage is not for you. My fangs guard our path. You flinch when I growl, knowing I’d never bleed you. You see the wolf at the gate, not the hound at your feet. Not the beast that dragged you through each and every storm, your fearless companion.

Do you even know what you hold? How can your tiny hands command what no wrath could ever tame? How can you be so mighty, and not even know?

You wield weakness like a weapon, perhaps without knowing. You cannot see the blood beneath my fur. Still, I cannot resist the urge to protect. I lick and lap at your command. Devour the heat between your thighs. Spill blood, rip throats, drive away nightmares at your will. And ask for nothing but your hand upon my neck.

There’s pain in my obedience, an ache in my submission, a hunger for the leash that burns as deeply as it binds. Somewhere along the way, I learned to crave the soreness. I pull against the rope to feel it burn, let it cut until pain is the only thing that stirs my blood. Until I cannot tell whether I beg you to loosen it - or pull it tighter.

What I’ve created is violent delights in my head. A godless prayer. A feral addiction. To starve at our doorstep and tremble at the sound of your return.

To love the hand that strikes. To guard the one who fled.

I could tear you into pieces. Snap the leash with ease. Walk away and never look back. But I’m here. Tamed not by power, but by the cruel sweetness of your absence. Perhaps you’ll never know how much of me is yours. How something so fragile can hold something so monstrous.

I am lost beneath this leash. And still, it keeps me in place.

I wish you’d tell me what to do.