On my knees, trembling from the adrenaline coursing through my blood, I keep my eyes on you.
You shake your head, the pieces of the wooden ruler you broke against my skin clutched in your hand.
“When are you going to use your safeword?” you ask.
“Probably never,” I reply.
“But what if I really hurt you?” you say. “The point of a safeword is so that I don’t go past your limits.”
“Fuck limits.”
“You’re playing a dangerous game.”
You look slightly scared to my heightened senses, and I realise that it’s over between us.
Dangerous. You’re right.
That's the fucking point.
Very, very nice! #powerful
Thank you, Joseph. :)
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