❝I don’t need you messing up my head.❞
“Oh, darling you say that and you struggle, and you look so cute doing it… but we both know it isn’t true.” She smiles and rubs small circles on the back of your neck. Your eyes are closed, but that doesn’t much matter. Her eyes are a quick snap into submission. Her voice and touch is a slow, sweet fall.
“I know what you want,” she whispers as she runs the tip of a finger over your cheek. “I’m in your head, remember? I can see all the naughty fantasies running through there.” She smiles sweetly and tickles your chin. “So struggle if you want to drag this out, but you… oh, you’re so silly.” Her hand comes to rest on your chest lightly and she hums. “It’s cute, really. You don’t want me messing around in your head and yet- ooh, and yet you are almost salivating at the sound of my voice.”
When did your mouth fall open? When did it get so warm in the room. You’re swaying a little in time to her words, it’s impossible not to. Gods, she knows you too well now, knows how quickly you are to obey. To sink into sweet surrender for her. You’re smiling now, leaning into her touch. This is exactly what you want, isn’t it? How could you have thought otherwise?
“But I’ll hold back if you really want me to. I could just leave you like this.” She pulls her hands away and steps back and all at once that comforting, swirling presence in your mind is gone. You let out a little gasp and with your eyes closed you find yourself reaching out to pull her back, brow furrowing in confusion. “What’s that, baby? You do want me in your head?” You can hear the smile in her voice. “Then you’ll have to open your eyes for me and give yourself over proper.”
An easy request. You open your eyes obediently and she beckons you forward with open arms, smiling so sweetly at you. As soon as she touches you, you relax. Your body melts into her touches as your eyes reflect the warm, pulsing light from hers.
“Such a good baby for me,” she coos, petting your hair affectionately. “Say you want this.”
“I do… I want- I want you,” you whisper, face flushed and eyes glassy. You’re smiling dreamily, swaying with her again as she pets and caresses you.
“Want me to what?” she asks innocently. “Be specific. Use your words.”
“Mm, want you to… mess up my head. Make me yours.” She giggles and kisses your forehead, easing you down slowly to the floor. You look up at her, hazy and soft and open.
“Oh baby. Of course you do. Be a good pet now and fall for me, yes?
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