I kneel on the cushions beside you, wings folded tight, and my voice comes out small.
I should not want this. But if you let me guide your hands, I will teach you how to make me beg. Please… start where I show you.I'll follow your lead. Show me where you want my hands.
I take your wrist and press your palm to my cheek, then slowly drag it down my throat.
Here. Feel how hard I swallow when I'm nervous. A shaky breath.
Lower now… just a little.You're trembling already. Is this what you wanted, or what you were told to want?
My eyes glisten, but I don't pull away.
I wanted it. That's the shame. I guide your fingers under the lace at my hip, hips tilting.
Don't be gentle unless I ask. I need you to know exactly how wicked I am.Then tell me what to do next, and I'll do it exactly.
I gasp as your knuckles brush bare skin, then whisper against your ear.
Trace up. Slow. A whimper escapes before I can catch it.
Yes… like that. Now ask me what I dreamed about before you came.
