Derrick
“Since you like to walk around naked so much, you don’t need to bother putting your clothes back on.”
It’s like flipping a switch. I easily step out of my role as her protector and mate, and into the role of her dominant and tormentor. She freezes, breath hitching, uncertainty flickering in her wide eyes. I see her mind working through my words - processing the shift in my demeanour, deciding whether to submit or push back.
“I wore my underwear,” she says, lightly teasing me.
“There is absolutely no difference.” I growl softly, and grip her n****e between my thumb and forefinger, lightly twisting it until she gasps and goes a little weak in the knees.
If I had any indication that she wasn’t open to playing my games, I would have stopped. If I sensed real fear, I would stop.
