If you were [She starts, leaning back on her palms and feeling out the frigid, mirror-glass surface.] I wouldn't be here.
[But it's the fact that in spite of all his protesting and huffing, he's still settle there with his knees to the floor, hands clenched, teeth set, whip lashed around the low point of his throat.
God, she loves it.
Handsome bastard set himself up in the seat of an empire, ready and capable of wiping the entire slate of Pandora clean, and he's there under her thumb waiting for permission to run wild. Who wouldn't want that kind of control? Devotion or loyalty or respect or pure admiration-- whatever you want to call it in any amount it's the facts that matter to her mind more than motivation: if he's not getting off to it, the moment's still not wasted.
She's sitting down now, hip raised just slightly to one side where her posture's more open. Accessible despite the fact that the line of her bare thigh's only limned with light.]
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[But it's the fact that in spite of all his protesting and huffing, he's still settle there with his knees to the floor, hands clenched, teeth set, whip lashed around the low point of his throat.
God, she loves it.
Handsome bastard set himself up in the seat of an empire, ready and capable of wiping the entire slate of Pandora clean, and he's there under her thumb waiting for permission to run wild. Who wouldn't want that kind of control? Devotion or loyalty or respect or pure admiration-- whatever you want to call it in any amount it's the facts that matter to her mind more than motivation: if he's not getting off to it, the moment's still not wasted.
She's sitting down now, hip raised just slightly to one side where her posture's more open. Accessible despite the fact that the line of her bare thigh's only limned with light.]
Come on, then.