softsweetandsadistic:

Precious thing, I know how badly you need this.  I can hear it in the desperate pitch of your whimpers, in the way your hips move on their own, desperately seeking touch.  Any touch.

So I’ll touch you, sweetling.  Everywhere you’re aching for my fingertips.  I’ll touch you so gently and lightly you’ll barely notice it, soft little whispers of skin against skin.  A light breeze down the hollow of your throat, softly skimming over your waist and tracing the lightest of patterns over the curve of your hip.  A light whispering touch over the sensitive spots between your legs, down the inside of your thighs, making you squirm and beg in the cutest ways.  I’ll coax goosebumps out of your skin from your head to your toes with feathery touches until you’re a gasping, drenched, shaking mess for me.  And you’ve barely felt the cause at all.

I’ll give you everything you need, sweet kitten.  On my terms.