( tension grows, pulls taut between them, fed by the sudden intake of breath and the way his eyes are fixed to the leather around her neck. she's watching him, not only because she enjoys it, but to really see him — but there's nothing in his eyes that implies possession, nothing that has the cold curdling edge to it that speaks of cages and capture. he has a kink or a fetish, an interest in it — but it's not pathological. he wouldn't want to see her caged just for fun.
natasha shivers under his light fingertips, a reaction she could have suppressed but she didn't want to. this has to be a two way street. otherwise —
he doesn't tug at the collar. doesn't pull her to him, even though he could. he just waits, carefully, and she tucks herself closer to his side, pressing the hand in his to his wrist to measure his pulse absently. if anyone were to peer in the room window, there'd be nothing out of the ordinary, just a couple enjoying each other's company. a submissive with her dominant. )
Yes. ( the word is breathed out against his cheek, but she finally drops her gaze, staring at their clasped hands for a long moment as she rehearses the words. she could keep stalling. talk about nothing. kiss him. fuck him, even. but that wouldn't make it better. and she's afraid of so little that putting this out in the open feels insurmountable. but... )
Sign a contract with me. ( it's halfway between a request and an order and she bites her lower lip, unaccustomed to saying anything less than exactly what she means to get across. still, at least it's honest. 'i want to sign with you' feels too much like a lie to start this on.
does she want to learn more about him? yes. does she enjoy sex with him? undoubtedly. does she want to contractually belong to him? hmm. )
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natasha shivers under his light fingertips, a reaction she could have suppressed but she didn't want to. this has to be a two way street. otherwise —
he doesn't tug at the collar. doesn't pull her to him, even though he could. he just waits, carefully, and she tucks herself closer to his side, pressing the hand in his to his wrist to measure his pulse absently. if anyone were to peer in the room window, there'd be nothing out of the ordinary, just a couple enjoying each other's company. a submissive with her dominant. )
Yes. ( the word is breathed out against his cheek, but she finally drops her gaze, staring at their clasped hands for a long moment as she rehearses the words. she could keep stalling. talk about nothing. kiss him. fuck him, even. but that wouldn't make it better. and she's afraid of so little that putting this out in the open feels insurmountable. but... )
Sign a contract with me. ( it's halfway between a request and an order and she bites her lower lip, unaccustomed to saying anything less than exactly what she means to get across. still, at least it's honest. 'i want to sign with you' feels too much like a lie to start this on.
does she want to learn more about him? yes. does she enjoy sex with him? undoubtedly. does she want to contractually belong to him? hmm. )