The red marks I leave on your soft skin can never compare to the blush that lights up your cheeks when I whisper sweet words to you.

Come here and let me take what's rightfully mine.

Pinning you down like this feels more appropriate, doesn’t it, mademoiselle?

Come here, princess.
Look at me.
Kneel, and submit yourself to me.
Let me take care of everything.
Let me give you what you need.
Good girl.

Mood

You're being such a good girl for me, princess.
The more you whimper, the slower I savor you, and the deeper my fingers sink into your soft skin.
You love when I mark your body, don't you, sweetie?
Good girl.