Thinking about having a pretty sub
One whoâs already shaking before Iâve even started properly. The kind who gets so desperate from teasing that she forgets how to breathe, forgets her own name, forgets anything but the sound of my voice telling her, âNot yet, baby. You donât get to cum yet.â
I want her naked and aching under me, whimpering every time I pull my fingers away just before she tips over that edge. I want her eyes wide and glossy, her hands gripping the sheets like they can ground her when I lean in close and murmur, âYou can take more, canât you?â
Because she always can. And she always will, for me.
I want to hear her beg. I want the please to fall from her lips like itâs the only word she knows. And when she finally gets there, when I let her cum
Iâll keep going until sheâs squirming, twitching, gasping, over and over, clit so sensitive sheâs nearly crying, thighs trembling, her voice cracking from how wrecked she is.
Brush her hair back and whisper in the softest voice:
âYouâre doing so good, sweetheart⊠look at you. Such a mess. My perfect little thing.â
Because she wants it, needs it. That sweet, painful overstimulation that turns her whole body into something I get to play with. That dizzy, floaty, desperate place only I can bring her to.
And when sheâs finally done? When her body gives out and sheâs sobbing quietly in my arms?
Iâll kiss her shoulder, stroke her thighs, and say:
âSee? I always take such good care of my girl.â
