She truly gets what she wants

"I want you to do it."

It was the third time she’d asked, and he was still hesitant. It wasn’t something you just ran into, headlong with your eyes closed. He needed time to think, he needed a moment to catch his breath and figure out whether the want that settled like a kidney stone was genuine desire to arouse her, or something darker.

"I want to do it."

His way of placating her, but the reasons never seemed good enough. There was too much of a risk, that he’d go too far, that he’d pull a Lenny and crush the puppy’s skull. Too much of a risk that he might like it a little too much. He caught her rubbing her neck with a distracted look in her eye, and he had to look away.

"You know we’ve got a safe word for a reason, right?"

He couldn’t help but accept that. It was there, and it was enough of an oddity that it should snap him out of whatever vampiric sadism that he was worried was going to hypnotise him. The supernatural forces at work, gripping his soul and warping him into some monster. He chuckled. Gallows humour, before the gallows had even been erected.

"You’re sure?"

She smiled, rolled her eyes a little and nodded. She could tell she’d won, and he could see that she knew. He shrugged, and then she grabbed his wrist, bringing it up against her throat. His fingers settled there comfortably, like they’d been waiting for this. He applied a little pressure, and she tilted her head back, started to enjoy it. His palm was warm against her skin, and he could feel it break into a thousand tiny bumps, each one a button he was pressing.

She gasped, she moaned, and he watched her face start to turn a slightly darker shade of red. He wasn’t pressing hard, but he was pulsing his grip, feeling the squeeze and then letting off. Her fingers tapped against his wrist. He relaxed, smiled. His free hand stroked down the side of her face.

"I wanted it." He nodded. She smiled.