[It would be impossible to cram even an ounce more of smugness into her expression when she feels him press against her. This is what she wanted. That mask of aloof disinterest stripped away, laying bare the man within. A man who, for all his brilliance, was as weak and wanting as anyone else. Utterly at her mercy. Combined with his deer-in-the-headlights expression, it sends a jolt of heat right to her core.
On the next upstroke of the wand she leans forward into the movement, briefly exposing a swell of breast through the gap in her robe. Her hips grind against his quite deliberately as she pulls back. Then, moving up again, she keeps the hand with the willow wand off to the side and instead bends far enough that she can trail the flogger up his chest to his collarbones. Staring him right in the eye, she gives it a little shake like a terrier worrying a bone.
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On the next upstroke of the wand she leans forward into the movement, briefly exposing a swell of breast through the gap in her robe. Her hips grind against his quite deliberately as she pulls back. Then, moving up again, she keeps the hand with the willow wand off to the side and instead bends far enough that she can trail the flogger up his chest to his collarbones. Staring him right in the eye, she gives it a little shake like a terrier worrying a bone.
This is entirely too much fun.]