This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.
This isn’t me.
Airy gasps slip past my kiss swollen lips, serenaded and plucked by your dangerous ruby red mouth like fingers on a intricate instrument. I try to squirm desperately, but your shapely legs lock around me in a decisive display of strength I cannot overcome. The heat of your body straddling my lap isn’t lost on me either, and the heat of your thighs tightening over mine only further shred my paper thin resolve…
“I can smell your blush little one…”
I whimper as your voice slithers through my canal, carrying a dangerous tone of threat. It’s true. My face is filled with enough warmth to feed an entire coven of *your kind*, and I’m powerless to it. I’m powerless to the effects of your corruptive touches and nibbles, the power that storms restlessly behind your scarlet gaze, a storm just barely sequestered ready to devour everything around it at any moment.
It locks me into place as if I’m pinned through my entire body, restrained to the silken bed I’d allowed you to seat me upon.