[ He knows she can't take it. Had known, before she'd even made the request. She's not built for algolagnic thrills. Fear and pain don't make her breath stutter, her pupils dilate, or a ticklish clench bloom between her thighs. All he can feel is her pulse vibrating with mute anxiety against the palm at her throat. The other hand, curled around her sex, fingers dipped into the sticky heat of her, feels the tight resistance in her fluttering muscles, an impediment that can only be fed by fear. The emotion seems to crackle darkly in the air between them. ]
[ Hei doesn't let go of her neck. He settles against her, making himself heavy, a solid pinion. Adds the tiniest bit more pressure at her pulsepoint. Enough to intimate violence, to remind her how easily he could break her like a twig if he wanted to. Fair play holds no allure for him. ]
[ But he does nothing. Because whatever savage frisson this game is sparking in him, he hasn't lost sight of the bottom line. He doesn't want to hurt her -- not really. But her inability to either fight it or enjoy it needs to be remedied. She needs to know when to say when. Otherwise the recklessness will get her killed. ]
[ In a voice that's dry and brittle, almost indifferent, he sneers, ]
no subject
[ Hei doesn't let go of her neck. He settles against her, making himself heavy, a solid pinion. Adds the tiniest bit more pressure at her pulsepoint. Enough to intimate violence, to remind her how easily he could break her like a twig if he wanted to. Fair play holds no allure for him. ]
[ But he does nothing. Because whatever savage frisson this game is sparking in him, he hasn't lost sight of the bottom line. He doesn't want to hurt her -- not really. But her inability to either fight it or enjoy it needs to be remedied. She needs to know when to say when. Otherwise the recklessness will get her killed. ]
[ In a voice that's dry and brittle, almost indifferent, he sneers, ]
Why not just tell me to stop?