I've been at the keyboard, god knows how long, when I feel a tap, tap, tap on my shoulder. I blink, rub my eyes, perk up a little when I see you smiling at me, standing with your hands behind your back.
"Brought me food?" I ask.
Small frown, shake of your head.
"Oral sex?"
Pensive look for a moment, another shake of your head.
"Taking me away to the asylum?"
At this, you grab my jaw between the thumb and forefinger of one hand and turn my head so you can lean forward and... Your tongue brushing the outer edge of my ear stops time for a moment. I think it might've drawn a noise, probably a bit of a groan. The sudden sensation in that particular spot along with the turning of my head aside bring a familiar floating sensation. The teasing of your breath in my ear as you whisper doesn't help much either, drawing a whimper, followed by a struggle to pay attention to what's being said instead of the urge to whimper and squirm a lot.
"You will save anything important, and drop everything else and come with Me. And if I hear so much as a word out of you," I can hear the slight smirk here without having to open my eyes and turn to see it, "you will probably enjoy what's coming much less."
I bite my lower lip and nod, hands which never left the keyboard banging out a few quick, probably unnecessary, save commands. At the same time more nibbling on my ear is bringing small, breathless, whimpery moans, your hands are at my neck, the cold metal of a leash's clasp pressing into neck's flesh as you clip it around one of the upper pewter bits of my collar near my throat.
You step back, and I stand and stretch and rub my eyes, though not for very long. I'm interrupted by a tug on my collar as you pull me down enough that you can throw your arms around my neck, bury a hand in my hair and ... stop time again. My lips part at the pressing of your tongue, and it invades, sliding into the warmth of my mouth to run along teeth before darting to my own tongue. I suck lightly as our tongues entwine for a long moment, lost in the pressing of your body to mine, the feeling of the leash leading over my shoulder to where your hand is holding the coils of slack.