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| He sort of jumps when I lean closer. I take off my leather glove slowly. His eyes follow my hands. I touch his face lightly with the glove. Raise his chin with my index finger. He looks into my eyes now. “Little piñata.” I smile. Short intake of breath. “Now, isn’t that a good name for you, my boy.” My laughter is cold, but sincerely amused. I lean closer, sniff his face. Laugh again. “All the little secrets you are going to drop.” My tongue traces the square jaw. I see his scalp getting slightly sweaty. “All. Those. Secrets.” A soft kiss after every word. “Durga.” His eyes try to avoid mine. “What is it, darling?” I take off my other glove. Hold his throat between my bare hands. Feel his pulse quicken. “Can… can we stop?” “You have a safe word. Use it.” He rolls his eyes. “Please don’t make me say it, it’s so embarrassing.” I look deeply into his eyes. “Avocado toast.” I start to laugh, releasing the cuffs. He looks down. I raise his chin again, kiss his lips. Cold as ice. “Were you really afraid? Oh my poor lamb.” I tug at a strand of sandy blond hair. Open my arms. He lays his head on my bosom, kisses my cleavage. “That thing with your eyes. How do you do it? Looking so cold. For a moment I thought you would hurt me. For real.” “Role play, remember? You wanted me to interrogate you.” “I kinda thought you would slap me around. Never thought I would be afraid.” “You never get slapped during an interrogation.” “Enough to get me frightened I guess.” I kiss him, his lips are warmer. Good. “Not in real life, sweetie. If I wanted to extract information I would build a relationship. Make you like me. Or feel sorry for me. Make you feel important. Proud, even. Go for positive emotions, pride, empathy. If I wanted the truth from you.” “How the hell do you even know that? Is that really true?” I wink. “Shall I make you some avocado toast then?” He laughs. Kisses me. Takes my face into his palms. “Skye.” “Jason.” “Why Durga? Why that goddess?” “Why indeed. I could have gone with Akilendeshwari”. “What?” “The Indian goddess with the power of making people Google shit.” I wink again. “I will Google it. Akilendeshwari.” “Good boy, you.” The kisses are slower, deeper, hungrier. But patient. His eyes are asking. I wink again. No need for words. |
Tillagd 3 jul 2021 Noveller #Kvinna som top #Man som bottom #Psykisk dominans #Face sitting #Rollspel #Verklig åldersskillnad #Sexmagi / Ockult sex
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