Hey wait, I'm not trying to stop you from getting into bed. I want you to get into bed. I just want you to get into bed without these, because they're going to get in the way.
I have an idea. What kind of idea do you think? It'll be fun.
Take them off. There's my good girl. You look much better without those anyway.
I didn't say they weren't cute. I just like your birthday suit best. Come here.
Come on, cuddle up to me. Yeah. Actually, lift your head up.
I'm going to put on your sleep mask. Don't panic. We're just going to use this as a blindfold.
I mean, it's basically a blindfold, right? Just a very comfy blindfold. Nothing's gotten into me.
I just, I don't know. I had some thoughts. Thoughts about you.
About your body. About what I always think about doing to your body throughout the day. You take such good care of me.
I thought I should really return the favor. You like the sound of that? How about I just talk you through it, okay? Because I think you like when I do that.
I've noticed your reactions. I'm not totally blind, you know. That's why my hand just running up and down your thighs.
It's enough to make you crazy. It's okay. I'll fix that shortly.
Your clit is so perfect. I love your cunt. Okay, even together.
I know I'm going to end up fucking you under the mattress before I get to do this. It's just a very specific idea I have. I want you right up against me.
I want to whisper right in your ear. I want to tell you all the things that I think about doing to you and you doing to me. While I rub this clit.
You didn't squirm away from that, did you? No, it can't be that easy, can it? Is this one of your fantasies that you won't tell me about? Or the ones you hide from me when I walk into the room and you're clearly ready to go but you don't want me to know why?
It's not even that bad. Who doesn't want this? To be tangled up, taken care of, and played with.
You're such a good girl. You deserve at least that much. Have your clit rubbed.
Have your hair played with. Be told exactly how much I want you. You're on my mind all day.
I think about what it'd be like to just hike your skirt up, slide my hand up to your cut and finger it. Are you struggling? Yes, you are.
That's cute. In all of my fantasies, I never imagined you would be the one to struggle to last. I like that, though.
Stay close to me. You're my very willing prisoner right now. I'm gonna keep you locked up until I get what I need from you.
And I need the same thing you do. But I'd like you to at least make it a little bit of a challenge. You're not gonna give it to me that easy, are you? Baby.
I had no rubbing a clit could do this to you. Or is it feeling my breath on your ear? Feeling my warmth around you? How safe you get to be? How good my fingers feel? Maybe I should just take my pick, huh? It's gonna be all of the above with you, isn't it? You want this every night, and I could give it to you.
You just have to tell me what you need. It's so important to communicate, which is why I want you to tell me exactly how good this feels. Otherwise, how am I gonna know that I'm doing the right thing? I did have a suspicion.
You're not gonna come just from this, are you? I'm just teasing. I wouldn't want you to come from teasing.
That would be too much. You do have your pride to think about. I like breaking it down, though.
I like making you realize, in every way, that you do want me. That you do crave my touch, my comfort, my care. I'm gonna make sure that's always true by giving you what you need.
So tell me what it is. Be a model prisoner. Tell me the truth.
Good girl. You're struggling a lot now. That twitching, that squirming, that bucking into my fingers.
That's not normal for you. You're so composed. I suppose the correctional system eventually applies its pressure to even the worst of us.
My little convict.