[The way he regards her with that look, that overall feeling - it makes her feel so heavy, so ashamed, like it’s the most catastrophic thing she’s ever done. She doesn’t look at him directly, not after seeing him cross his arms, averting her eyes out of guilt.]
I’m sorry.
[And that’s all she says before she sets out to do what she’s been told to do, following his orders like a good girl should. Refusing to look up at him, her hands are back on his cock and she’s stroking him again, getting a feel for just how big he is before she dares press her lips to the head. Her methods are slow and calculated, like she’s really taking her time getting to know him intimately.]
no subject
I’m sorry.
[And that’s all she says before she sets out to do what she’s been told to do, following his orders like a good girl should. Refusing to look up at him, her hands are back on his cock and she’s stroking him again, getting a feel for just how big he is before she dares press her lips to the head. Her methods are slow and calculated, like she’s really taking her time getting to know him intimately.]