Alice Sharrow (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} girlofprophecy) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} childofeden_rp, |
Buffy's eyes had been closed for some time after she hadn't been able to watch what he was doing to her without crying out in some way. They swiftly flew open again when his movements slowed and he spoke.
"Y-you can't!" she insisted, very indignant until the words registered in her brain, bringing her to an even more intense state of bordeline painful arousal. She should've continued to be indignant, but she was in a desperate state of want and what she considered to be very real need. She'd play this game and part if she needed to.
"I-I mean, I'm sorry, Master. Please," she found herself begging as she looked down at him, her eyes pleading right along with her. "I need you inside of me. Your fingers, your tongue, your cock. I don't care. Please."