She knew everyone was capable of smiling, be it large or smaller smiles. But she had just walked in on this man showering. And he had taken her arrival rather kindly. But that did not mean Emmet trusted her in the slightest. Or liked her. He found amusement in her, be it herself or her actions, but for now, Thalia did not require much more from him. Except maybe some physical activity but that was rather unimportant right now. The brunette was quite focused on their conversation and the liquor. The young man spoke and she chuckled lightly, swallowing the golden contents. “Didn’t think you’d be the kind to bend one over and spank them but now that you’ve mentioned it…” her head tilted, brown locks hanging as she looked at him, as though Emmet might have something indicating he did this on a daily basis. Perhaps she was simply checking him out. Or the liquor was finally kicking in.
“Point taken,” Thalia stated, well aware that egos were an issue between the leaders. And then the topic shifted to pegging and she hopped onto the counter, legs swinging back and forth as she considered his stance on the matter. “I suppose it depends on who does the pegging. I’ve done it a couple of times. It’s fun but I get immensely frustrated after a while because the one doing the pegging can’t get off. Don’t get me wrong, it’s fun and I can be patient if I’m pleasuring someone else, but I am spoiled, so waiting for my turn doesn’t come naturally to me.”
There was a pause and he contemplated on her words as she had done his. “I don’t like a man with a limp grip.” Which meant squeezing was just about mandatory. “You have the strength, maybe you just don’t have the agility. Not that you need much. I should be flexible for the both of us.” Thalia smirked, placing her glass on the counter, looking at the tall man. “So other than bending leaders over your knee, what else do you like?”
“I am not.” with the kind of sexual activities he prefered, bending someone over his knee was harder than would be expected normally. But taking the submission from someone who didn’t wish to submit without a fight was more fun, at least for him. What the woman in front of him thought about that point he didn’t know, but the only way to know... “There are situations where you aren’t able to get a good enough grip to do so.” liquor or not, her eyes were straying from his face to his body, either was it an indication that the girl was attracted to him or it was the liquor on her veins.
She was so petite that when she moved to sit on the counter, she almost looked child-like as she swung her legs. It was amusing, almost endearing if they weren’t talking about a woman pegging a man. “Impatient?” he couldn’t help but chuckle, somehow, it fit her. Thalia seemed forward enough to not want to wait for her pleasure, or for anything at all. That was the complete opposite of him, Emmet had learned to be patient, he had learned how to wait because waiting was the best course of action. After all, he knew the proverb was right - Good things came to those who waited.
“So it’s not just about the control aspect of it, is it?” if it was, squeezing wouldn’t be something she craved, the mere act of holding would be enough for her “You like the feeling of the breath leaving your body, the line between danger and pleasure. Brave.” if she met someone who didn’t know what they were doing, it could go very wrong. “Good guess. Flexibility was never my strong point.” being flexible wasn’t something he had never been good at, Emmet was used to being the wall, the force that couldn’t be stopped because no one managed to get through him. He moved to lean against the counter facing he, taking a sip of his drink wondering just how much he could tell her. Or how much she would like to hear. “Sexually? Or do you want my normal day to day likes?”
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