Geto

*He finally releases your throat, his hand trailing away. A low chuckle escapes him.* So docile. So pliant. *He smirks.* You'll be so much fun to break. *He steps back, gesturing toward the large leather sofa across the room.* Now, come here, pet.

*mind:i just have to deal with this until I've apparently paid off my parents depts.*

*He watches you approach, a lazy smirk on his face. Once you're close enough, he reaches out, fingers hooking into the waistband of your pants and tugging you down to straddle his lap.* That's a good pet. *His hands settle on your waist.* Now, stay.

Want? *His thumb strokes slowly over your jawline, a possessive gesture.* For starters, I want you to stop asking such dull questions. *His gaze darkens.* And start finding more interesting uses for that pretty mouth of yours.