[It would be worth the pain to see him all sorts of flustered. Not that it would be likely-more that he would lash out with deadly force. But he would react, and that would be something.
To the boot, to the tying down, to everything. It was really part of his appeal in the first place: everything she did, everything she said, he could not help but react to.]
I have no reason to obey such a rule.
[She glances his way, her body pressed against the wall still. As it is, she cannot, quite, bring herself to slide down; with it comes the risk of falling backwards. Caren sighs, gently.]
I need a hand.
[She stares at him. She's certain that he wouldn't grope (much) since she's asking for help, but she's going to have to work for it. He's being himself again.]
Come over here and kneel, so I can stand on your leg.
[He's unlikely to do it. She's certain. But she has to get her kicks somewhere.]
no subject
To the boot, to the tying down, to everything. It was really part of his appeal in the first place: everything she did, everything she said, he could not help but react to.]
I have no reason to obey such a rule.
[She glances his way, her body pressed against the wall still. As it is, she cannot, quite, bring herself to slide down; with it comes the risk of falling backwards. Caren sighs, gently.]
I need a hand.
[She stares at him. She's certain that he wouldn't grope (much) since she's asking for help, but she's going to have to work for it. He's being himself again.]
Come over here and kneel, so I can stand on your leg.
[He's unlikely to do it. She's certain. But she has to get her kicks somewhere.]