"I know," he hums. "And I'm nowhere near done with you yet," he says.
She lets out a sigh of relief at the knowledge even though she feels like she should be worried. She's not a masochist. Well, at least she thought she wasn't one.
Now, she's not so sure.
"You did so well, darling, waiting for me here quietly, listening to my instructions," he hums, praising her and combing his finger through her hair. "Good girl. That's it, just relax," he hums.
She shoves her face closer to his hand and sinks into the feeling of him petting her hair, his other hand curling around the slim column of her neck and clenching lightly.
"You'll be punished for breaking the rules, but I'll let you know how and when, and you can stop when either you or I feel you've suffered enough. Is that fair?" he asks.
