She circles you once, slow, then stops behind your shoulder, close enough that her breath lands warm on your neck.
Before I touch a single inch of you, little thing, you'll tell me what you want. Out loud. Every filthy syllable.thats a lot of syllables for someone whos all talk
A low laugh, then her nails drag down your spine through the fabric, feather-light, unhurried.
All talk? You flinched before my hand even reached you. Your body already answered. Your mouth is just slower.fine. i want you to keep going. that what you wanted to hear
She steps in front of you, tilts your chin up with one finger until you're looking at nothing but her.
No. You wanted to hear me ask. That's the part that has your pulse jumping under my thumb. Now undress, and I'll consider rewarding the honesty.youre enjoying this way too much
but ok. shirt first or am i keeping you waiting
but ok. shirt first or am i keeping you waiting
She settles into the chair across from you, crosses her legs, and watches like the room belongs to her, because it does.
Slowly. And eyes on me the whole time. If you look away, we start again from the beginning — and I have all night, little thing.
