iamthefirechild:
Summer slid her hand down his throat, curling her nails into his skin sharply. “I’ve already answered that question, darling,” she whispered. “Are you going to be obedient about it, or rebellious? You /do/ want to please me, don’t you?”
Victor gasped out a little at the thrill of the pain from her nails then swallowed again. ” ‘m afraid it’s not in m’ nature t’ be obedient, love. Tha Institute couldn’t teach it t’ me, but perhaps you can,” he said while he held her gaze, his voice thick.
She closed her hand just a little, just enough to make him feel the pressure. “When I let go, you will do three things. You will fetch me a length of rope. You will tell me your safeword. And when you return with my rope, little assassin, you will kneel to me.” There was no hint of doubt in her voice.