“You’re laying there all nice and pretty, Princess... It would be such a shame if I bit your pretty little neck, huh?”
“Don’t. Move. A. Single. Fucking. Muscle. I want to inspect how perfect you are for me.”
“Look at you, baby, don’t those ropes look oh so pretty against your skin? A sight for my damn sore eyes. Go on. Look at yourself in that mirror.”
“Spread them, beautiful. No. I said, spread them. More. I want it to hurt, babyboy.”
“Please, what? Please, more pain? Please, more fingers? Either way, I did not hear Sir, so that’s another 20, my sweet, sweet angel. This time with a crop!”
“Look at you — you look like a nicely wrapped up present, bella! I cannot wait to fucking tear you apart, to ruin you.”
“Eyes on me. No, no. I don’t care. Eyes on me. I want to see the very moment I break you, my sweet Prince.”
“All bruised up. All marked up. All fucked out? Let me hold you, my beautiful, beautiful boy... Let me build you back up.”
“How much more can you take? Hm? Impress me, bellisima. I don’t care about the pain. It’s about endurance, right? Please me.”
“My beautiful girl, my angel, my most prized possession... No one else can see this part of you, yeah...? ...Only me? ...Only mine? Yeah? Good. Now let’s see what other pretty sounds you can make. Be the music to my ears, Princess.”
[cishet men/maps/minors dni]
