I pulled my fingers out of her slowly, deliberately, watching the way her body followed the motion—hips lifting slightly, seeking more even after coming undone. The wet sound of it made her cheeks darken further, but she didn't look away this time.
"Look at me," I said again.
She met my eyes immediately. No hesitation. Just a small, knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips.
There was no shame in her gaze—only anticipation. She wanted this. Wanted to be told what to do. Wanted permission. Wanted to surrender in a way she never allowed herself anywhere else.
"You're so beautiful like this," I said.
Her breath caught—but she didn't look away.
"Don't," she started.
"Don't what? Compliment you?"
"Don't be... nice about it." Her voice stayed steady, though her cheeks flushed deeper. "I want to experience this when you're— when you're mean."
I tilted my head, considering her.
"You want me to be mean?"
