Maeve
She's utterly hopeless. Hopeless to deny him anything as he plays with her just like she played with him. A soft whine pushes past her lips as he bares her throat to him, fingers tangling in her hair as he tugs and pulls her just how he likes her. With a hand on her ass and fingers in her hair, drawing her taut us her center clenches around nothing as he purrs his confirmation against her skin. She's already starting to tremble and jerk, growing desperate for him. Needy. He's gentle as he nuzzles against her throat. Almost sweet while he trails kisses down the column of it, paying special mind to those pearls he adores so much. Then his teeth sink in to sensitive flesh and she cries at softly, body shuddering as she arches against him.
He has her hook, line, and sinker. She's his in this moment. "Fuck, Jata-" Maeve pants, eyes fluttering shut as she works to unscramble the mess he's making of her brain. Words are hard to come by, but she'd be damned if she was going to disappoint him. He wanted her to beg? Oh, she'd beg alright. Maeve draws in a trembling breath, not daring to pick up speed as she continues to rock against him with his guidance. "Please, Jata... Fuck me. I need you so bad. Want you to make me forget everything until all I can think about is you and me in this bed. Please..." Her words are breathy, voice already ratcheting up with her need and she doesn't even have it in her to be embarrassed. It's not even physically possible.
Especially not with the fire burning in her belly that threatens to consume her if he doesn't do something. The Madame might have been in charge last time, but this time it's all him and she's happy to submit. Her nails bite into the skin of his shoulders as she sucks in greedy breaths.
He has her hook, line, and sinker. She's his in this moment. "Fuck, Jata-" Maeve pants, eyes fluttering shut as she works to unscramble the mess he's making of her brain. Words are hard to come by, but she'd be damned if she was going to disappoint him. He wanted her to beg? Oh, she'd beg alright. Maeve draws in a trembling breath, not daring to pick up speed as she continues to rock against him with his guidance. "Please, Jata... Fuck me. I need you so bad. Want you to make me forget everything until all I can think about is you and me in this bed. Please..." Her words are breathy, voice already ratcheting up with her need and she doesn't even have it in her to be embarrassed. It's not even physically possible.
Especially not with the fire burning in her belly that threatens to consume her if he doesn't do something. The Madame might have been in charge last time, but this time it's all him and she's happy to submit. Her nails bite into the skin of his shoulders as she sucks in greedy breaths.
I admit that I'm a little messed up
but I can hide it when I'm all dressed up
but I can hide it when I'm all dressed up
