[Kisses him, soft and lingering, and pulls back to speak to him but doesn't move back too much.]
I like being hurt. Lightly, or not so much. [Knows he can't ask Porthos to be too rough with him because it'd freak him out.] I like being told what to do. I like being held down, or tied up, or blindfolded. [Or all three.]
[Kisses him again, biting at his lip.] I like-- love kissing. I love being between someone's legs. I love to watch someone's face as they come.