If she could speak:Hey, what’s taking so long‽‽ Stop fiddling with that fucking machine and start tearing me apart with that huge, beautiful strap-on. I want to feel it slamming deep into me and your gorgeous breasts against my thighs!
She drew out a side of him he didn’t see often, if ever. She piqued his lust in the darkest of ways like no one had before her. This side of him stirred a bit of fear to settle just under his skin. His heart would begin to race and most days he couldn’t distinguish if it was from that fear or the uncontrolled excitement of this newfound darkness.
She encouraged his sadism to a level he didn’t realize was there. Now, however, it was being brought to the surface, pushing him closer to that fear and excitement. Truth be told, she wanted this side of him more than she would admit. She craved the darkness he wanted to ignore because it matched her own level of iniquity deep within.
He didn’t trust himself with all the ways he wanted to hurt her in order to prove just how much it burns when you play with fire. Yet, despite his prudence, she wanted it to go further, she wanted him to hurt her and take her so deep into the darkness, unsure if he’d leave her there and return only as often as would please him.
She desired this and wanted to convince him he desired it too. No, she needed this because she knew it could be so good.
Hand on neck and fingers on face is so intimate. Throw in a little light “choking” for goid measure. The ropes allow her to not have to fight to keep her legs open. Watch his technique with the rhythm and his fingers aren’t stiff. Just imagine his voice right next to her ear.
In my world, in the final gif, He’s like a coach talking me through to the otherside.
Uie's Cage 