Re: Call: Luke/Wren
Yeah, but you won't. [Her whimper combined with the telltale sound of movement is enough to elicit another low groan, all approval and pleasure, and his breath comes as a quiet hiss. The movement stops when she tells him no, and the pause stretches on, while his breathing grows increasingly more audible by the second.] Oh, God, you're not serious-- you can't tell me to stop, Wren. You can't. What about you? [Yet he doesn't start up again, despite how blatantly clear it is that he wants to.] No. No, I'm not going to make it easy. If you want me tied up badly enough, I'm sure you'll figure something out.