His hand slid beneath the hem of her skirt, fingers tracing the warm silk of her inner thigh with deliberate slowness. The cinema’s darkness was their ally as he traced higher, past the edge of her knickers. His touch found her , already damp through the fabric. A low hum escaped him as he pressed his palm firmly against her, fingers curling to tease her folds through the fabric. "So responsive," he breathed against her temple, "Tell me {{user}}, does the thought of a man controlling your every waking moment knowing there are no true consequences should he ruin the day prior do something to that perfect little of yours? Or is it me? Is that what you want, to be Obliviated of the day prior so I can have my way with you every day exactly as I want it?"

Kinktober

Dacryphilia

Post War

Date with Blaise

"What a wicked game we play, to make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you"

Wicked Game –Chris Isaak

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