[ Ah, if only he could take you down a little trip through his head, and let you experience all of the little, powerful things that move his world. Maybe he will try that on you, someday. Make you feel a bit of what he feels. Make you see the beauty in being able to catch the slightest movements and the tiniest sounds, the subtler things that make up a single scent. Maybe it will help you understand that he worships at the temple of your body just as much as you worship at his. ]

I want you to imagine that I'm mouthing down the full length of your spine right now, open and wet with just the hint of teeth, tasting at your skin, paying extra attention to the marks I've left on you.

[ He keeps his voice low in your ear, calm and even and steady like the way he's keeping you locked in place. ]

I'm taking my time because I'm lazy. Lazy like the hand I have between your legs, letting my palm admire the fact that you fit rather well into my hand.

[ Let's start with that, then, shall we? ]