PAPERCUT

He was a demanding sort of man, not that she minded at all. Oh, she would let him do what he wished for now, finding none of it revolting. She wondered what sort of distress he wished to invoke, what sort of pleasure he wanted from her. As she came face to face with him, leaning into his touch when he pressed his snout against him, she stared into his bi-colored eyes, nodding. ?As you wish,? she purred in English, preparing to take whatever orders he would give to her. Maybe she shouldn?t have been doing this; she was an alpha, a ruler. She didn?t want to give off the impression that she could be so easily commanded.
He brushed against her, each touch earning a the man a soft purr of appreciation. It was nice, even the sharp bit of pain as he bit down upon her tail. She let out a yelp of surprise, but she truthfully did not mind. A demand was uttered, and Medusa found herself obeying, laying down on the ground and rolling up so that her underbelly was exposed. Her chin tucked, protecting the vulnerable flesh of her throat. Perhaps, before she met Jupiter, she would have leaned her head all the way back and let this male have access to her throat. She wouldn?t have worried that he could rip out, but now that she had a pack to look after, she had to take such precautions. ?Was kommt als n?chstes?? (What next?) she asked him, gazing up at him curiously. What did he desire from her?