“Tell me those tears were from pleasure, sweet girl.” I barely stifle a sleepy laugh; my ballooning heart loves the hints of concern he tries to smother. “I orgasm best under a level of duress, Sir.” He chuckles, deeply, and it is the best damn soundtrack to accompany the humming of my body. It's emotional intimacy. It's being comfortable. “You impress me, little deer." I beam, even though my smile goes unseen. He has no idea how much that means to me.
