My Pretty Dirty Kitten
Not with Tamer constantly switching it on when I'm answering or turning it off when I'm so freaking close.
I can feel my control slipping, and the irony of talking about Dmitry while someone else is controlling me is deliciously cruel.
Kevin leans forward, earnest. “Okay, last question, what makes you happy? Like… really happy?”
I open my mouth, but the toy’s rhythm shifts into a slow, rolling pulse that makes my stomach twist and my chest tighten. I bite my lip hard. “Food… being… outside…,” I whisper. “Being with… people I trust.”
Kevin smiles, nodding, completely unaware. “I get that. I like making people happy. So that’s a plus for me.”