The depth of his voice made her tremble. A deep, booming sound punctuated by soft breaths. He was tired. They'd spent over an hour in an intense scene and now she lay with her head on his shoulder, tears drying on her cheeks as he rubbed the back of her neck and continued his resonating whispers.
"You did so well, pet."
She smiled, the pout of her lips fading as the praise fell against her ear.
"So obedient and willing. Just the perfect girl in my grip."
Her cheeks flushed and his hand slid down her back, fingers trailing along her spine. The tremble of her body didn't go unnoticed and he tipped her head up. She averted her gaze, though they'd left the scene she hadn't been given permission to look directly at him and she craved his praise for her care in staying within the rules at all times.
From the corner of her eye she caught a slight smile, or a smirk; she could only half see it. He stroked her jaw, drowning himself in her continued obedience as though it were the finest wine he'd ever consumed. It wasn't far off, each year they'd been together she'd only gotten sweeter, kinder, more tender and loving. She thrived beneath his guidance.
"Eyes up, Luna." She obeyed, trying to quash the obvious pleasure his smile brought her. Oh, how he loved to cheat and his smile grew easily as he brought his lips to hers, barely brushing against them, "Good girl," he whispered, denying her the deep kiss but bestowing the words that never failed to make her heart flutter.
Luna's balance teetered and she drew in a soft breath as his lips pressed to her cheek and she fell into his embrace with a sigh. "Not fair saying it like that," she whimpered, snuggling into the crook of his neck.
He chuckled, "Like what?"
"Like you love me or something." Her nose crinkled and she lifted up from him to look into his eyes, "We agreed..."
