art-of-domination:

“Sweetheart?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Come close to me. I want to tell you a secret.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I want to touch you.”

“Ohh, yes, Sir.”

“Open your legs, baby.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I want to rub you till your juices are running down your thighs, till you’re practically moaning out loud, till you’re so fucking desperate and wanton that you won’t be able to focus on anything but release. I want to make you cover your mouth with your hands because if you don’t you’re going to be so loud that people will turn and look at you and wonder what’s going on. Am I making myself clear?”

“Fuck, yes, Sir.”

“Good. Then keep those fucking legs open. Oh, and get those hands ready too.”