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[ because he'll grow bored by the end. what's what she meant to say... but it stays a thought and only a thought, because the idea of Henry Creel becoming bored with her verges on laughable.

instead, she drops her face so that her hair curtains around it and affects a tone of wound, as though in pain: ] I am wanting to feel you pressing down on my tongue.

[Oh, that’s not fair. She knows he’s weak to her. Even if it’s performative, it still makes him want to please her, that tone of voice. To make it all better. He’s wrapped around her little finger — how could he ever get bored?

No, she’s stuck with him. For good or ill.

Both hands just smoothing up and down her sides, her hips.]

That’s cheating.

[Sounding like that.]

[ she pushes it a little harder. there is a lot of dignity in her tone for a woman pushing her backside in the air and faking tearfulness over a blowjob. ] I need to suck on something.

[Oh my god. She feels so divine, so nice and soft, but she’s playing him like a fiddle and he knows it.

His fingers flex into her. He sets his jaw, swallows hard.]

…Fine.

[Leans back just enough to

smack her butt.]

If you need it so badly.

[But she can rearrange herself now.]

[ freezes completely, instead.

ohhhh no. ]

[He just watches her freeze up and wonders if he broke her…

In a good way?

Spanks her again. A little harder. For science.]

[ at that, oh damn his eyes, she squeals outright and flips herself over. cheeks aflame. ]

Bastard!

[He tries to affect at innocence, head tilting, but he’s just too flushed, too hard, too keyed up, pupils blown wide, for it to work.

So she just gets a seeking look and that grin of his.]

A bad girl gets what she deserves.

[She knows what she was doing!!]

[ feeling utterly exposed, she crosses her arms across her chest, and like that, she feels the goosebumps, the heat, her nipples missing attention. her backside stinging. her cunt slowly leaking. and... indignance ]

I am not bad!

[ funny how quickly the begging, whimpering tone disappears ]

[All of her imploring, dried up. He’s not surprised to see it. Henry likes her stubborn fire, too.]

You are. Acting so helpless when you know I can’t deny you. Playing with my heartstrings deserves a spanking or two.

[Leans forward, and over.]

You’re blushing. Maybe you liked it.

I am not!

[ touches her cheeks. she is. ]

What heartstrings? You are looking heartless from where I stand!

[Ehehehoho. She definitely is. He takes such delight in that fact — maybe that makes him a little mean, but you know, in that teasing way.]

Heartless? Now you're just being hurtful. Maybe I should flip you back around.

I will not swallow you if you do! Not even if you beg!

[Hm. Considers this for one long, long moment, his heartbeat like a drum in his chest.

He thinks she probably means that.

But-]

I could live with that.

[His powers manifest again, an attempt to flip her back around, not too harshly but definitely... unceremoniously.]

[ that power is... unexorable. she cannot resist. she's flipped, tense from surprise, gasping, her hair strewn across her face, and pushes herself up immediately. ]

How rude! Who raised you!

[Pushes her... right back down with those invisible hands. Meanwhile, up go her hips, hiking her bum into the air much like before.]

No one very good. [Amusedly.]

I can—tell—

[ without being able to see, she could almost confuse them for Henry's hands. they feel like dozens upon dozens of Henry's hands. is that insane? everything he does, even exerting his power, feels distinctly him in some way that maybe only another wizard could tell. she reassures herself with this, even continuing to push against the force that will not give.

she really is exposed now. ]

[She absolutely is. His eyes greedily rake down her back, too, all the way to the curve of her backside, one side a slightly deeper blue from where he spanked her twice. She can fight against his telekinesis all she wants, but this is where Henry Creel's strength truly lies — even weakened compared to its state at home, it's still nearly impossible to break out of it through normal means.

How's the state of her tail?

...Regardless, both hands grab either side of her cheeks and give her a hearty squeeze.]

And who raised you, throwing such a fit now?

[ her tail is still all but for the tip, which flickers in anticipation. a squeeze like that makes her jump, and she can't move away from it, so she simply growls into the bedspread. ]

Band of devils.

[Good anticipation? Bad anticipation? Despite her tone, it could honestly be either. He supposes he could take a gamble and find out.

He echoes back without missing a beat-] I can tell.

[Smacks!! The other cheek!]

Henry—

[ it hurts. her brain hangs on the edge of a misfire: is this sexy, or is there something wrong? for him, at least, comes the satisfying crack and her buttock bouncing under the blow.

growling again: ] Make up your mind!

[It IS satisfying. He actually breathes out a note of appreciation which likely loses itself in her growl.]

I think I like doing this.

[Is that better, then? He smooths his hand over where his palm had just struck, a soothing motion which could possibly belie another spanking inbound. The tease of one.]

But why?

[She knows what the real him is like. She should know why.]

Because you look beautiful, on display like this, taking a punishment. Held down with no other choice but to do so.

[But, a not-so-secondary reason-]

And I do think you like it. Letting me take control every once in a while.

[ "taking a punishment"

this is suddenly not enjoyable anymore. her chest gets a hard lump in it, and her throat, too, and her tail falls limp like a wounded animal's. real shame. real discomfort like a needle in her throat. ]

I don't want punishment. Henry, stop. Now.

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