His voice remained the same, the words even and quiet, but resolute as he pushed off the wall and moved towards her. His gaze moved openly over her body, which had recovered nicely from its ordeal. Reaching out, he continued talking as he smoothed his fingers over her collarbone, revealing that he wore full leather gloves as he did.
"There are rules for tonight. Obey them, and you get a turn to play the game. Disobey and the game stops, we'll never play again." He paused, meeting her gaze head on as he slid his hand up to curl against the nape of her neck, grip solid but fingers gently probing, kneading, both a show of force and affection as the muscles in her neck gave and softened under his searching touch.
"You do everything I say. Obey me, and I'll reward you. Disobey, and I'll punish you...this ain't an invitation for a spanking, you are mine tonight until it's your turn. You can say whatever you like, so long as you're respectful, and you can ask questions, respectfully. You are not allowed to beg, and you are not allowed to ask me for anything unless I give you permission."
He paused, leaning in so his words fell nearly against her lips, his eyes never leaving hers.
"You wear my mark, little mage. That makes you mine...to own and love, to use and cherish, to break and nurture. Tonight, I'm gonna show you what that means, what my claim on you can be like. Misbehave, and you won't have as much fun as I will, but if you're good?"
He finally let his lips brush hers, a fleeting caress as his hand slid away from her nape and down over her chest, sweeping far too softly over the curve of one full breast, teasingly over the fabric of her bra.
"If you're a good girl for me, I will show you every dark pleasure you yearn to touch. Do you understand?"
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His voice remained the same, the words even and quiet, but resolute as he pushed off the wall and moved towards her. His gaze moved openly over her body, which had recovered nicely from its ordeal. Reaching out, he continued talking as he smoothed his fingers over her collarbone, revealing that he wore full leather gloves as he did.
"There are rules for tonight. Obey them, and you get a turn to play the game. Disobey and the game stops, we'll never play again." He paused, meeting her gaze head on as he slid his hand up to curl against the nape of her neck, grip solid but fingers gently probing, kneading, both a show of force and affection as the muscles in her neck gave and softened under his searching touch.
"You do everything I say. Obey me, and I'll reward you. Disobey, and I'll punish you...this ain't an invitation for a spanking, you are mine tonight until it's your turn. You can say whatever you like, so long as you're respectful, and you can ask questions, respectfully. You are not allowed to beg, and you are not allowed to ask me for anything unless I give you permission."
He paused, leaning in so his words fell nearly against her lips, his eyes never leaving hers.
"You wear my mark, little mage. That makes you mine...to own and love, to use and cherish, to break and nurture. Tonight, I'm gonna show you what that means, what my claim on you can be like. Misbehave, and you won't have as much fun as I will, but if you're good?"
He finally let his lips brush hers, a fleeting caress as his hand slid away from her nape and down over her chest, sweeping far too softly over the curve of one full breast, teasingly over the fabric of her bra.
"If you're a good girl for me, I will show you every dark pleasure you yearn to touch. Do you understand?"