WESSEX
That’s part of the fun, isn’t it? Knowing that the other is playing half-nice, despite the very real damage they could do. Trusting that the person with their hand around your throat is going to ease off when tapped. There’s a certain amount of trust involved in domination, but we won’t go into that. Trust is… complicated for the two of them, one can imagine. Edy’s hands find their way to her waist, one of her own wrapped similarly, the other moving to the back of the girl’s neck, underneath that wild mane of hair. There’s more, comes creeping into her ear and Wessex hums a little upward note of questioning in response. She looks over
The barkeep is a font of mysteries. She's going to keep exploring till one of them uses the safe word.
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all