He leans over and whispers against my mouth, “And for your skin.”
“Your cum is good for my skin?”
“Uh-huh,” he rasps, kissing my mouth softly. “My cum is going to make you all pink and pretty. Shiny as fuck. So you should let me come on your face every single day. Twice a day.”
“You’re m-making that up.”
He hums, smirking against my lips. “Maybe. But you should let me do it anyway.”
“Is that in your top five?”
“To give you a facial? Fuck yeah.”
“Is that what it’s called?”
“Yeah. It’s like a reward, see.”
“L-like the pearl necklace.”
He kisses my lips softly. “Yeah, exactly like that.”
I kiss him back. “What else?”
Kissing me again, he goes on, “Wanna tie you up.”
“Y-you do?”
“Yeah.”
“With ropes?”
“Yeah.” Another kiss. “But mostly my belt. I’ve got a nice black leather belt. Soft and supple. Tight.”
My heart is racing again. “I’ve never… I’ve never been tied up before.”
“Yeah, I know, Bubblegum,” he says. “Didn’t think you had.”
“Is it…” I swallow, “Is it going to hurt?”
At this, his chuckle is definitely dirty and erotic and makes me whimper. “My poor little crybaby.”
“I’m not,” I grumble even though I so am.
“No, it won’t hurt,” he tells me, kissing and kissing, giving me his tongue now. “Not the tying up part.”
“So then, which part?”
“The part that comes after I’ve got you all tied up in my bed.”
“What will you do?”
In response, he gives me his tongue to suck on.
Like candy maybe. Like an anesthetic.
A drug to keep me all sedated and calm.
A potion to keep me docile and obedient. So I don’t freak out when he tells me what he has to tell me. So I don’t scream too much when he strikes.