[ He pays attention to her movements, to every little noise she makes, every time she tenses up. Unlike a lot of lovers out there, only in it for their own pleasure, he wants something else. He wants to be memorable, wants her to know that she'll never get anything this good with anyone else ever again.
So, when something makes her gasp or toss her head back or bite down on her lip so she doesn't shout, he repeats that motion and incorporates it into his little routine. And when he can tell she's getting close: ]
Come for me, my dear. Enjoy this moment. It's yours. [ As if it's his words that have pushed her over the edge and allowed her to experience this moment. ]
[Ina way, Nadine does need the permission to lose herself. A part of her has remained resistant even as she writhes on top of him. In her youth she'd been taught shame - shame for her body, its wants, the idea of taking pleasure. Good girls didn't do that.]
[Nadine doesn't think she's a good girl anymore.]
[It doesn't take her long to reach that edge. With so little experience her body is easy to manipulate and tease to the heights of pleasure, even if a part of her mind rebelled against it all. It felt good, better than she'd ever imagined something could feel, and Flagg's words flip some switch inside of her.]
[She's allowed this. It may be wrong and she may regret it later but she can seize a fragment of pleasure in her unremarkable little life. What resistance she'd maintained shattered, her body arching with one hand still gripping the chain and the heel of the other wedged between her teeth so tightly she feels the skin protest. It doesn't matter. That wave of pleasure is cresting and overpowering her and all thought, rational or otherwise, is pushed from her mind as she finds her peak.]
[ He withdraws, sliding her off his shoulders and holding her limply in his arms like a ragdoll. She may as well be, with how small she is compared to him. His cock is half-hard and throbbing for attention, but he knows she can't stay here for too long without someone running in to check on her.
He's gotten used to getting himself off, anyway. He lets her hand brush against its crotch just so she can get a feel for its size, maybe get some anticipation for next time. ]
Free me, Nadine. And I'll make you my Queen.
[ He licks his lips. He knows she thinks she can't free him, but now that he's gotten into her mind a little more, now that she wants him...they can figure something out, he's sure. ]
[All her senses haven't returned, legs trembling and heart racing and body flooded with a host of unfamiliar feelings that leave Nadine reeling. And still there's the awe at his size, how impossibly tiny she feels in his embrace and how impossibly big he is. How impossibly big all of him apparently is.]
I...
[Her voice is soft and slow, of two minds. The word 'can't' dies in her throat, strangled by some stronger impulse.]
It wouldn't be easy.
[How can she even entertain the thought? But on the other hand...how could she not? Whatever he is, Flagg isn't what she'd imagined. Or maybe just convinced herself he was, she doesn't know. Nothing seems particularly certain right now. Here and now, in the circle of his arms, the ghost of his touch on her skin, it seems almost natural that of course she should try to free him.]
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So, when something makes her gasp or toss her head back or bite down on her lip so she doesn't shout, he repeats that motion and incorporates it into his little routine. And when he can tell she's getting close: ]
Come for me, my dear. Enjoy this moment. It's yours. [ As if it's his words that have pushed her over the edge and allowed her to experience this moment. ]
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[Nadine doesn't think she's a good girl anymore.]
[It doesn't take her long to reach that edge. With so little experience her body is easy to manipulate and tease to the heights of pleasure, even if a part of her mind rebelled against it all. It felt good, better than she'd ever imagined something could feel, and Flagg's words flip some switch inside of her.]
[She's allowed this. It may be wrong and she may regret it later but she can seize a fragment of pleasure in her unremarkable little life. What resistance she'd maintained shattered, her body arching with one hand still gripping the chain and the heel of the other wedged between her teeth so tightly she feels the skin protest. It doesn't matter. That wave of pleasure is cresting and overpowering her and all thought, rational or otherwise, is pushed from her mind as she finds her peak.]
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He's gotten used to getting himself off, anyway. He lets her hand brush against its crotch just so she can get a feel for its size, maybe get some anticipation for next time. ]
Free me, Nadine. And I'll make you my Queen.
[ He licks his lips. He knows she thinks she can't free him, but now that he's gotten into her mind a little more, now that she wants him...they can figure something out, he's sure. ]
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I...
[Her voice is soft and slow, of two minds. The word 'can't' dies in her throat, strangled by some stronger impulse.]
It wouldn't be easy.
[How can she even entertain the thought? But on the other hand...how could she not? Whatever he is, Flagg isn't what she'd imagined. Or maybe just convinced herself he was, she doesn't know. Nothing seems particularly certain right now. Here and now, in the circle of his arms, the ghost of his touch on her skin, it seems almost natural that of course she should try to free him.]