Kaegan inhaled sharply before finding himself sprawled on his back, blinking slowly in shock at the abrupt movement. He gazed up at his Mistress with blown pupils before his body relaxed instinctively at her dominance, and shivered pleasantly as goosebumps flowered along his upstretched arms. Kaegan’s attention zeroed to the solidity of her body holding him down, the persistent brush of her lips against the curve of his neck; it made the tight heat of arousal twist in his gut. He arched up into the touch, swallowing thickly and baring his throat with a needy whimper. But the anticipation of sharp pinpricks biting into his flesh didn’t come, and he whined low in his chest.
His mouth tugged into a grin at being called an imp and let out a quiet hum, pretending to consider her request. “Lick your tattoos,” he replied easily, “but to be honest, I mostly wanted to taste you.” Kaegan blinked slowly, drunk off the sensation of his Mistress atop of him, pressing him into the mattress. “But now that you’re on top of me,” he let out a fake sigh, “I think it’d be easier for you to straddle my face.” Kaegan gazed up at her from under his eyelashes, giving his Mistress an innocent blink, “Wouldn't you agree, Mistress?”