[He hears that slip, and he wants to make her break out of this "play," to hear her name cry out from her lips in that desperate, strangled way that incites those darker desires only she can pry out. More of herself is exposed, hand at her chest now beneath the lace, half of it pushed up by his movements...
When he hears that sound, eyes snapping to the handcuffs on the floor.
...]
Hoh.
[A low sound of amusement before his eyes go to hers. Slowly his mouth moves to her ear, one eye on the mirror's reflection to watch her.]
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When he hears that sound, eyes snapping to the handcuffs on the floor.
...]
Hoh.
[A low sound of amusement before his eyes go to hers. Slowly his mouth moves to her ear, one eye on the mirror's reflection to watch her.]
Is that what you want?