So weak, so needy (Patreon)

You've been feeling so very desperate this morning, so you come to ask your partner for help.

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“P-please, babe. I’m feeling so weak. So needy. I just-” You were cut off by your partner pressing a finger to your lips with one hand, whilst they closed their book with the other.

“Mmm, okay. And that’s my problem, how, pet?” They asked, looking up at you from the couch.

A small smile crossed their face as you met their gaze, feeling almost unmoored. “Did you want me to do something about it? Make you feel better? Less achy and needy?” They stood, stepping closer to you.

“I- umm… Yes?” You said, suddenly not sure.

They laughed, stepping closer, pushing you back against the wall. One leg slipped between yours, as the hand that had been on your lips moved to your throat. You felt pinned, powerless. “Well, just keep looking into my eyes, honey. That’s it. Sink for a moment. Lose yourself.”

You let out a soft whimper as their voice took on that dominating tone that just melted your mind. Their eyes were consuming your attention, pulling you deeper into this headspace with every second that passed. Their hand at your throat squeezed, softly, and you gasped.

The pressure on either side of your neck only lasted for a moment, before being released, but it had the intended effect, as you practically swooned. They weren’t speaking, just watching you, studying your reactions with a smirk on their face. “I love this, pet.” They said.

“I love you.” You managed to say, through the haze of trance and arousal. They paused, eyes moving back to yours, the smirk becoming a smile.

“I love you too, honey, and I can’t promise that you won’t feel weaker. But you might feel less needy once I’m done with you.”