it may sound trite, but sometimes she really just can't help it. there's something so perversely rewarding about getting a reaction out of him. mark is so sweet and she adores him for it– it would break her heart if that ever changed– but sometimes she craves that part of him that gets a little mean. it has long been a fun game to rile him up, whether that means getting him flustered or something a little more dangerous, like this. for all the innuendo, it is a gift, really.
it's framed up as a punishment, but cyn is utterly content with the weight of him against her tongue, the harsh press of his fingers into her skin. she moans around his cock, feels herself get a little fuzzy when his fingers slide into her. the question draws out a whine as she pulls reluctantly off of him. almost without thinking, she leans forward to kiss along his hip, and dark locks brush against his skin as she turns her eyes towards him. cheek resting below his stomach, she gives her answer, low and sweet, not quite masking the quiet challenge in the words. " i'm your girl. " it's an honest admission– correct on paper, certainly. but the glint in her eye exposes a little mischief. she won't grovel– not quite yet. cyn is having far too much fun.
