Valentine’s lips pulled into a narrow smile, “Perhaps you should’ve seen me in my twenties.” Though if he was fair – he knew he’d always been exactly the way he was. Valentine’s life had always been – in one way or another about rules. His rules.
He reached for his mug, bidding his time to think, turn over the information in his head. There was tension in her, past the laughter, the taunt tight kind of wiring that could snap any moment and Valentine felt it was his job here to make it snap the right way.
“A few more things before I tell you what’s going to happen. Tell me what kind of an aftercare you prefer – after things go well and in the case, they don’t and you safeword.”
It always amazed Lottie how calming the simple act of kneeling could be. It would never replace a proper scene but it could make her head feel a bit clearer. She smiled to herself as she considered that it was a bizarre position that the very person who had caused her so much anguish over the last few weeks was now the person helping her.
His question brought her from her thoughts and she tipped her head as she considered. “A lot would depend on the scene but lying down and cuddling is good, stroking my hair and praise. I mean if I’m naked, bruised and fucked then a bath and that white cream help a lot.” She looked at him with a smirk doubting that would be an option but up close and when she wasn’t behind bars she could appreciate just how nice he would be naked and doing the fucking. Her grin lessened and she grew a bit more serious, “If I safeword then reassurance and cuddles. I need to know I’m quite safe.”
Lottie's wild adventure 