“Do you trust me?” [M/F] [25-30] [D/s] [soft touching] [slow]

[*the beginning of something, characters have history, third person narrative, no sex (yet), “good girl”]*

He took a step towards her, his eyes hungrily taking her in. Instinctively, taking a step back, she tries to keep eye contact with him. A small part of her mind making her feel like prey under his gaze, begging her to look down, to look away, to look anywhere but in his eyes. Those eyes that glimmered with a ravenous craving that she knew would only lead to trouble for her.

When did he get so close? Her thoughts race, back hitting the wall behind her, her gaze never falling from his. Another step, her head tilting back slightly, her breath increasing. His gaze feeling as if it could bore through her, the sensation of being prey starting to envelope her mind. Out of the corner of her eyes she sees his hand twitch as his side, her body working on instinct, arms flinching up from her sides to cover, to cover heaven knows what, but in a blink, his hand catches hers by the wrist.

“I’m not going to hurt you” He practically whispers. Her gaze flicks down to her held wrist then back up to his now slightly softened eyes. She knows there is fear in her stare right now, his words only slightly soothing that cornered animal in her mind. Opening her mouth, words fail her, as she swallows any semblance of them that may have even attempted to arise from her throat. The primal tingle of fear trickling down her spine, her gaze shakily making its way back down to his fingers pressing around her wrist, her chin tilting down slightly.

Soft long fingers gently placed under her chin, lift it back up, to meet his gaze again. He moves ever closer, instinctively her hand not held by his rises in front of her chest, landing on his, in a feeble attempt to keep him at this new distance. In his eyes that intense hunger from before now a small flame behind the gentle concern written on his face. Her eyes widen her breathing shallow with this new closeness, a small smile lifts the corner of his mouth.

“You know…” he starts, that slight smile turning into a smirk, his thumb gliding along her chin slowly moving up to her lips. His thought seemingly paused as his eyes flick down to her lips, his thumb brushing across her bottom lip, pressing down lightly. “…your eyes are so very pretty when they’re all wide like that”.

She can feel the heat in her cheeks as they redden at the compliment. Her focus distracted by his words and his gaze on her lips, she barely notices as his grip on her wrist shifting slightly, twisting, to bring her arm up, to press against the wall beside her shoulder. Her panicked thoughts stutter to a stop, as she watches the hunger and craving build back up in his eyes that are glued to her lips, his thumb pulling her lower lip down until it slips from his soft press.

His gaze caresses up her face, landing on her watchful eyes, the smirk on his lips becoming more prominent as he slightly tips his head to the side. Her hand against his chest quivers as she inhales a nervous breath, their locked eyes entrapping her focus.

“Do you trust me?” He asks, the glint of fire dancing in his eyes as she tries to swallow down the rest of that scared feeling. Of course she does, he has never given her a reason not to trust him, but that urge to give into that instinctual fear and become that cornered prey itches at the back of her mind. Keeping her eyes affixed to his, she moves her head slightly up and down in a small nod.

“I need to hear you say it” he says smoothly, his grip on her chin tightening slightly. Her body begs her to look away from his gaze, her cheeks flaring with heat. Swallowing she opens her mouth, and for a moment nothing comes out as her body heats with his closeness.

“Yes…” a barely audible whisper escaping her lips, his grip on her chin squeezing gently, a reminder. “Yes Sir” her voice slightly above a whisper this time, bringing a soft smile to his face. His hand on her chin softens, his fingers spreading gently across her cheek. Her face leans slightly into his smooth touch, his warm fingers feeling like heaven on her skin, letting out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, her eyes close momentarily.

“Good girl” he purrs in her ear, closer than she had expected, his warm breath on her neck sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/11bc66v/do_you_trust_me_mf_2530_ds_soft_touching_slow