[ He lost on purpose. She'll hear no arguments. And speaking of things she refuses to acknowledge-- ]
You can wait.
[ The hissed reply's instant, and she doesn't spare a glance in the door's direction. Did he expect anything less? She's not going to move until this is done. Also, what did she say about stopping? Proving he's sorry? He should be able to figure this stuff out! To say she looks displeased is an understatement.
However, punishment won't come immediately. It'll be better to keep him worrying and waiting for it. The uncertainty will make everything hurt more whenever she decides to strike. After all, her favorite kind of games to indulge in are mind games. Damaging someone's psyche can leave the deepest scars.
For now, her hips jerk hard, a warning. The yank on his hair makes it more obvious he's on thin ice. ]
Say another word and-- [ Well, he's still doing a great job with his servicing. It's harder to talk. ] I'll send both of you away.
[ Which is weird to say, but the weirdness of that barely registers anymore. The important part is she's willing to suffer if it means making someone else suffer more. That, and that he's doing a poor job of making up for stopping not only once, but now twice. Growling, her other hand joins the other in digging into his hair, roughly smashing his face up into her folds. He'd better not let that jump in difficulty level stop him from doing his job.
It's hard to tell what's getting her closer at this point. Is it him? Is it having him be putty in her hands, unable to fight back? Either way, she's tipping closer, almost there. Her moans are getting loud enough that his real self might be able to hear it from outside. Can he feel how much she's dripping on his tongue and chin out there, too? Every throb, every twitch? She presses her eyes shut, groaning out another command. ]
You've got ten seconds to make me come. Starting...now.
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You can wait.
[ The hissed reply's instant, and she doesn't spare a glance in the door's direction. Did he expect anything less? She's not going to move until this is done. Also, what did she say about stopping? Proving he's sorry? He should be able to figure this stuff out! To say she looks displeased is an understatement.
However, punishment won't come immediately. It'll be better to keep him worrying and waiting for it. The uncertainty will make everything hurt more whenever she decides to strike. After all, her favorite kind of games to indulge in are mind games. Damaging someone's psyche can leave the deepest scars.
For now, her hips jerk hard, a warning. The yank on his hair makes it more obvious he's on thin ice. ]
Say another word and-- [ Well, he's still doing a great job with his servicing. It's harder to talk. ] I'll send both of you away.
[ Which is weird to say, but the weirdness of that barely registers anymore. The important part is she's willing to suffer if it means making someone else suffer more. That, and that he's doing a poor job of making up for stopping not only once, but now twice. Growling, her other hand joins the other in digging into his hair, roughly smashing his face up into her folds. He'd better not let that jump in difficulty level stop him from doing his job.
It's hard to tell what's getting her closer at this point. Is it him? Is it having him be putty in her hands, unable to fight back? Either way, she's tipping closer, almost there. Her moans are getting loud enough that his real self might be able to hear it from outside. Can he feel how much she's dripping on his tongue and chin out there, too? Every throb, every twitch? She presses her eyes shut, groaning out another command. ]
You've got ten seconds to make me come. Starting...now.
[ She won't count out loud. Good luck! ]