#casperslostsoul

What do you mean your panties are ruined from my biting? You're so flushed and I've heardly done anything.

She’s already watching me too closely, already shifting when I move, like she’s waiting for something I haven’t given yet.

I let it build.

Let her sit there, restless, pretending she’s unaffected while her fingers twitch against her own thigh.

“Relax,” I say quietly.

She doesn’t.

That’s the point.

I finally look at her—really look—and it hits like it always does. She goes still, like her body forgot what it was doing without my permission.

There’s that edge in her again. That soft defiance she clings to.

I stand, slow, controlled, and step into her space.

She doesn’t back up.

Good.

I tilt her chin up, just enough to hold her there, and her breath catches like she hates how easy that was.

“You gonna keep acting like you don’t need me,” I murmur, “or do you want to be honest?”

She hesitates.

That’s my favorite part.

Then, quieter—

“…I’m fine.”

I smile, just barely.

“No,” I say, softer. “You’re not.”

A pause.

Then—

“Come here.”

And this time?

She listens like she’s been waiting for it.