Morgan
You don't leave
But you tell me with your eyes what you need
An amused tug on Morgan's lips made her blow out a small huff of air as she watched Neron get down, obviously trying to make the movement sensual. That easy smirk stayed on her face as he looked back up at her and she cast her eyes down, leaning in close to gently tip up his chin with her thumb and forefinger.
"You're not to move or say anything unless I permit you to, understand? If you want to bring something to my attention, you say Warden and you wait permission." Turning his face from side to side with her fingers, looking him over for a long moment, Morgan seemed like she might pull away - then she grasped his hair and pulled his head back, her fingers pushing into his mouth.
"Suck." Was the simple command given. Morgan was not entirely sure what she was doing, mostly working from her natural authority and her imagining of what Neron would like, but it wasn't clear by looking at her: on the outside she was the picture of dominating power, looking down at Neron with an almost detached disinterest as she roughly thrusted her fingers into his mouth.
"You're not to move or say anything unless I permit you to, understand? If you want to bring something to my attention, you say Warden and you wait permission." Turning his face from side to side with her fingers, looking him over for a long moment, Morgan seemed like she might pull away - then she grasped his hair and pulled his head back, her fingers pushing into his mouth.
"Suck." Was the simple command given. Morgan was not entirely sure what she was doing, mostly working from her natural authority and her imagining of what Neron would like, but it wasn't clear by looking at her: on the outside she was the picture of dominating power, looking down at Neron with an almost detached disinterest as she roughly thrusted her fingers into his mouth.
Oh, please
Do you think that I don't know what it means?
