This Axe is Dull..

Novella met her wife's gaze, and Kaczor would catch the slight change in her pupils, when she asked if she needed the thrill of being told to run—the consequences if she was caught. For a moment, she stared at the woman in front of her, debating whether to give in to the verbal command. There was a part of her that hated this; that hated the idea of allowing someone else to tell her what to do... and yet, another part of her recognized she had all of the control in the situation.

Lord Tilani, I didn't peg you as a hunter. She spoke softly, her nails digging into the side of Kaczor's leg. She licked her lips, and murmured, I'm interested, if you can make me beg. You know, usually my lovers are begging me. She hadn't yet said what she wanted, though. Kaczor wanted it bluntly.

She leaned toward her wife, aiming to steal a kiss. If you can find me, you can have me. Any. Way. You. Want. She'd bite the woman's lower lip, until she drew blood. A rougher kiss followed the act.

@Kaczor Tilani