you look like my next mistake
Flora's moans leave her lips in staccato refrains that map exactly onto the rosettes of cherry red that bloom and pulse all around her. Nearly melting against him, gods but he knew exactly what to say, the Doubletake felt her cheeks burn as he stroked not only her clit, but her need for approval and praise as well. Panting his name in desperate little whispers, Flora clawed her fingers raggedly into his hair.
Turning her nose into the vibrations humming out from his throat, Flora's lips parted in a silent whimper that coincided with the graze of his teeth against her skin. I am, her mind roared in agreement; perhaps not necessarily in the way she'd started the evening wanting to be, but certainly there was no part of the Doubletake that didn't feel as if she wasn't firmly a coveted piece of Jack's property. And for tonight, that was just fine. Feminism was for the daylight and given that Flora had been abandoned by more than the sun, she cared little for standards or ideals when the captain's fingers were pressing in against her throat.
"Make me cum again." Flora pleaded, her body now writhing against his hands expertly placed though they might have been. "Gods, fuck, Jack."
Turning her nose into the vibrations humming out from his throat, Flora's lips parted in a silent whimper that coincided with the graze of his teeth against her skin. I am, her mind roared in agreement; perhaps not necessarily in the way she'd started the evening wanting to be, but certainly there was no part of the Doubletake that didn't feel as if she wasn't firmly a coveted piece of Jack's property. And for tonight, that was just fine. Feminism was for the daylight and given that Flora had been abandoned by more than the sun, she cared little for standards or ideals when the captain's fingers were pressing in against her throat.
"Make me cum again." Flora pleaded, her body now writhing against his hands expertly placed though they might have been. "Gods, fuck, Jack."
