I’m laying in bed here. We’ve all done it. The inability to sleep, wide awake. The thoughts start rolling, maybe inspired by a scroll through Reddit or Twitter. What if…..what if my dom just slid her hand down my chest ever so lightly, teasing me before slipping a hand into my underwear. Stroking my clit, playing with me the way a cat plays with its prey. Dark eyes staring at my squirming body, one hand slowly coming up around my throat.
“Shh. Quiet. Can’t moan if you can’t breathe fully.”
Soft whimpers. A hand stroking me still, sliding through my dripping wet mess. Taunting me as my hips buck up against her hand. I want more. I need more. She finally slips her middle finger in, curling it upwards. I let it a broken noise, stopped by the hand around my throat. Her finger pulls out slowly, replaced by two. So much more full then just one, but never quite enough. I buck my hips again, and her hand from my neck moves to my hips with a growl.
“Stay still, or you’ll regret it.”