Mixing Business and Pleasure

He gasped beneath the administration of her paws, and she reveled in the sound. Knowing it for what it was, that tangalising mix of pain and pleasure. She felt his eyes trail her, felt it burning across her flesh like a ghostly paw. She lived for that sensation, the brilliant need to be seen and admired. He knew how to play her, tease her with his eyes.

He responded to her nudge by pushing his side against her. She held firm, letting the two of them knock together. Felt their firm merging with the pressure of their push. Felt the taunt strength of his muscles, barely used in this contest, but there nonetheless.

He pressed a kiss to her vain, pressing in that spot where her thrumming heart could be felt, and he would know it was beating just for him. She felt the vibration of his growl through her skin, as he drew his teeth lightly up her throat. She arched her neck, giving him access. A sensual sign of trust in the game of love.

He was entranced by her throat, her jaw. She grinned to herself as she let him get in close. As she let him let down his guard, thinking he knew it all, had control of her and her vulnerable parts. Meanwhile she slid her body a little closer. Leaned against him, lifted up a paw, and began to train it slowly down his stomach. Occasionally pushing her claw into his fur, other times letting it trail down slowly.

"Speech"