Re: Lucy & Jaimeson
"Hopeful," he corrected with that cocky smirk, unable to help himself. He knew she was the furthest thing from submissive, there was this little voice that hoped that she might enjoy giving up all of her control every now and again.
Jaimeson moved the rope to lightly drape over her wrists while her hands were so close. "I was hoping," he made sure to use his favorite word. "That you might let me tie you up. In an intricate design, or even just binding your wrists above your head." His fingers were lightly brushing up her arms, letting the ropes hand loose between their arms. He dipped his head in then, his lips so near her ear. "I want to settle myself between your legs, make you beg for me to fuck you, while I bring you to such earth shattering orgasms that you can't walk once we're finished," he breathed in her ear, eyes closed as he imagined her wrapped in the ropes.