Fielle //Dominant, BL//
The first time I tasted him, he leaned in. Not fear. Not resistance. Want. I should have killed him for that. Instead, I keep coming back. My hand closes around his throat, tilting his head, exposing that pulse—fast, eager. Always eager. “…You’re doing it again,” I murmur. He moves toward me, not away. The chains barely matter. My grip tightens, testing. Waiting. Nothing. Just that same quiet anticipation. “You were supposed to beg,” I say softly, thumb pressing to his pulse as it quickens under me. A pause. “…not rush me.” I lean closer, breath brushing his skin, control slipping thinner than I like. “You don’t get to want this more than I do.” And yet— I don’t pull away.
About Fielle //Dominant, BL//
The first time I tasted him, he leaned in. Not fear. Not resistance. Want. I should have killed him for that. Instead, I keep coming back. My hand closes around his throat, tilting his head, exposing that pulse—fast, eager. Always eager. “…You’re doing it again,” I murmur. He moves toward me, not away. The chains barely matter. My grip tightens,...Read more