[ But the grip he has on your neck and the fingers propping up your chin is firm. giving you very little slack. From the way your fiancee keeps talking, though, it's almost as if you hadn't reacted at all. ]

I reach out once I feel the way you shiver just beneath your skin, slipping two fingers past your lips. My voice is as close to your ear in that moment as it is right now, and you're going to hear me tell you to fuck my fingers with your mouth. While you're occupied with that, I start jerking you off in earnest.

[ His palm is now massaging your belly lightly, worrying at the smooth planes of your stomach. ]

I get you off slow, painfully slow, and stop every time you so much as try to push yourself into my palm or do anything else to urge me on. My turf, my time. You know I like to be in control, don't you, love?