[That's loud, louder than she intends, a shocked exclamation rendered sloppy and loud thanks to his ministrations. His fingers are deft, stretching her mouth open wide and forcing themselves inside.
With any other man, in any other situation, she'd melt. She'd moan and struggle to wrap her lips around his fingers so she could suck on them and watch her partner grow hotter by the second. She adores using her mouth; god knows she'd gotten off on it time and again during the gala, getting on her knees once her partners had had their fill.
There's a part of her aching for it even now. She wants to show off, to slide her tongue against the sensitive tips of his fingers, to suck on him and let him sink as deeply into her as he pleases, over and over, until she's shaking with desire.
Any other man, she'd indulge.
But with him, it's always, always different.
For one thing, it's hotter. A baser, filthier sort of arousal, something raw and sexual twisted up with the lure of the forbidden. He's awful, he's truly cruel and sadistic and dangerous, he's not normal, and god knows she's always been attracted to that. Hot waves of arousal make her cunt throb again and again even as fury rises up within her. His fingers tease in her mouth, tapping against teeth and forcing their way in, and her eyes water as she struggles not to gag.
She wants this, oh, yes. But for him? She wants to win even more.
So naturally, she bites down. Did he think she wouldn't? He presents such an easy target, fingers sliding down her throat, why wouldn't she take her revenge? Especially on the heels of a statement like that, patronizing and overtly misogynistic--
It's instinctively satisfying to feel her teeth sink deep into skin. She doesn't go halfway with it, but rather bites so it hurts, her canines sinking down sharply, clenching her jaw so that he'll surely tear skin if he jerks his hand back. Let him bleed; she'd like to see him hurt, even a little.]
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[That's loud, louder than she intends, a shocked exclamation rendered sloppy and loud thanks to his ministrations. His fingers are deft, stretching her mouth open wide and forcing themselves inside.
With any other man, in any other situation, she'd melt. She'd moan and struggle to wrap her lips around his fingers so she could suck on them and watch her partner grow hotter by the second. She adores using her mouth; god knows she'd gotten off on it time and again during the gala, getting on her knees once her partners had had their fill.
There's a part of her aching for it even now. She wants to show off, to slide her tongue against the sensitive tips of his fingers, to suck on him and let him sink as deeply into her as he pleases, over and over, until she's shaking with desire.
Any other man, she'd indulge.
But with him, it's always, always different.
For one thing, it's hotter. A baser, filthier sort of arousal, something raw and sexual twisted up with the lure of the forbidden. He's awful, he's truly cruel and sadistic and dangerous, he's not normal, and god knows she's always been attracted to that. Hot waves of arousal make her cunt throb again and again even as fury rises up within her. His fingers tease in her mouth, tapping against teeth and forcing their way in, and her eyes water as she struggles not to gag.
She wants this, oh, yes. But for him? She wants to win even more.
So naturally, she bites down. Did he think she wouldn't? He presents such an easy target, fingers sliding down her throat, why wouldn't she take her revenge? Especially on the heels of a statement like that, patronizing and overtly misogynistic--
It's instinctively satisfying to feel her teeth sink deep into skin. She doesn't go halfway with it, but rather bites so it hurts, her canines sinking down sharply, clenching her jaw so that he'll surely tear skin if he jerks his hand back. Let him bleed; she'd like to see him hurt, even a little.]