could be an abuse of power if she suddenly wasn't craving it so much. the rough of brick against her (back or front doesn't matter), his gravel voice in her ear, the careful way he'd hold her and move in her despite the way she'd like him to be slightly more lovingly cruel--
he shivers, she shudders a sigh. maybe she would like his hands elsewhere, his large fingers inside her. or even pressing hard against her thighs, threatening to bruise and never leaving a mark. ]
Y... Yes. If that's alright with you.
[ it might-- it would be fun, if dangerous in a way. exciting. malkuth's eyes light up and her cheeks deepen in their color, wondering what she could ask-- command. ]
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could be an abuse of power if she suddenly wasn't craving it so much. the rough of brick against her (back or front doesn't matter), his gravel voice in her ear, the careful way he'd hold her and move in her despite the way she'd like him to be slightly more lovingly cruel--
he shivers, she shudders a sigh. maybe she would like his hands elsewhere, his large fingers inside her. or even pressing hard against her thighs, threatening to bruise and never leaving a mark. ]
Y... Yes. If that's alright with you.
[ it might-- it would be fun, if dangerous in a way. exciting. malkuth's eyes light up and her cheeks deepen in their color, wondering what she could ask-- command. ]