. : bliss valley : . [18+]

"Don't tell me you love me. Save it for your girlfriend."
Rosaline eased him back onto the bed. Her molten eyes never left his. A clutch of black rope hung over her shoulders like a python.
"If you're not my girlfriend then what are you?"
It was a joke, but not really.
He needed her to define him in concise terms, to stretch his finite limits in a world that'd labeled him "too much" and "too dangerous" since the day he could walk.
She had to give him permission by degrees.
In mind-blowing hedonistic excess.
Until he was glowing and weary and blissed and exhausted and couldn't remember his own name.
But only hers.
Rosaline.
Sebastian automatically spread his legs so she could stand between them and had trouble remembering a more debilitating arousal than this.
She unbuttoned his cream dress shirt, unconcerned.
His gaze touched where his hands couldn't.
Control was hers and hers alone.
"I got a better question." Rosaline teasingly drug a leather strap across his cheek as she straddled his lap. "What do *you* want?"
Bas was a man of simple needs and even simpler desires.
He could deny her nothing.
It burned him to admit as much.
"....You." He growled with heat, and a bit of borrowed shame.

"I want *you.*"

[Black/Latinx, Fem Domme, BDSM Lite, for older audiences]