I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
It is easy to fall back into this. The same heated back and forth from the last time they met. Except last time she wasn't the Madame and was merely another whore. Make no mistake, she's still a whore, but she has power too. Her smile matches his, feline and coquettish, painted lips bright against pale skin. Despite all the Longheat sun, her complexion hasn't changed and it likely never will. "Isn't that a question..." Her mind fills with all sorts of wicked thoughts, giving him a peek into just what she's thinking of doing with him, unaware that he has a front row seat to her mind.
"I suppose you'll just have to find out, won't you? Just like I'll have to find out what you like, Captain." The words are purred, head cocking to the side as she shifts in her seat, the slit of her skirt showing off long legs and a flash of thigh. A soft hum pushes past her lips and she nods, "I'll be expecting you. Oh? You remembered that?" Now her interest is piqued, brow raising as she leans forward to rest her elbow just against the edge of his desk, chin dropping into the palm of her hand. "What did you bring me?" He's not wrong. The shirt was lost in the storms, but lucky for him she has plenty of other things he can rip off with his teeth.
"I suppose you'll just have to find out, won't you? Just like I'll have to find out what you like, Captain." The words are purred, head cocking to the side as she shifts in her seat, the slit of her skirt showing off long legs and a flash of thigh. A soft hum pushes past her lips and she nods, "I'll be expecting you. Oh? You remembered that?" Now her interest is piqued, brow raising as she leans forward to rest her elbow just against the edge of his desk, chin dropping into the palm of her hand. "What did you bring me?" He's not wrong. The shirt was lost in the storms, but lucky for him she has plenty of other things he can rip off with his teeth.
They take my fingers in their mouths like it's poetry
Maeve
