you spent all day telling me how needy you were, how much you wanted my hands on you, and now you think that just because you're tired, you get to curl up in bed and forget how much of a fucking tease you've been?
i thought you were meant to be smart, baby, you know that's not what happens when you run that pretty little mouth at me.
"you poor thing, whatever will i do with you this time?"
maybe i'll tie you up, keep you on edge for hours, deny you over and over again for every filthy thing you said while we were out. i counted, you'd be fucking ruined by the time we're done.
or maybe i'll have you across my lap instead, handprints engraved into the skin on your ass for days after. one spank for every perverted thought that crossed your mind. god just imagine it, you'd be so sore, probably struggle with the simple of act of just sitting down.
so many possibilities on how i can use you, tease you like how you've teased me. it's a good thing i've got all night to figure it out. i know what's going through that head of yours though, what happens if you fall asleep, right?
now you know that won't stop me, and i know how much you like being taken advantage of when you're out of it. the little sighs you let out when i trace my fingertips over your skin, the hitching of your breath when i start kissing down your neck, the way you subconsciously grind yourself back onto me.
don't you ever wonder why you're that wet when you wake up, why it feels like you've been stretched open in your sleep? i think you know deep down that i turn you into some kind of pliant little toy, and i also know that's why you like it so much. knowing that i could do anything to you always has you acting fucking depraved.
