show me how it ends, it's alright
Morgan's fingers slip from his mouth and Neron's eyes open slowly, peering up at her with something fey come to life in them. He doesn't speak - he knows better - and as her hand comes to grip his jaw something ripples through his body, almost impossible to detect, but she is close enough to catch the breath he takes, the way his spine straightens. And he both braces and doesn't for the pain as she strikes him - only it doesn't actually hurt, and he'd have cursed if it weren't for the fact that the gesture itself is enough.
Coming around to a boot on his chest and a beautiful woman standing over him has silver flushing his cheeks, his arousal painfully obvious where it strains against the fabric of his pants. "Yes," he almost purrs. "I see." It's a fine line, though, between obeying and not. Neron likes to invite punishment - what more can he say?
Coming around to a boot on his chest and a beautiful woman standing over him has silver flushing his cheeks, his arousal painfully obvious where it strains against the fabric of his pants. "Yes," he almost purrs. "I see." It's a fine line, though, between obeying and not. Neron likes to invite punishment - what more can he say?
Neron
