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Handoff, Part Five

(Parts 1-4.)

How do you feel?
Dizzy.

That’s all right.
Little.

Oh yes? Not a big girl right now?
It’s not like being… young, for me. Just small.

Like something I could hold in my hand?
Yes, Mister.

Like I’m doing right now.
Yes, Mister.

Do you feel safe here?
Uh huh.

Do you feel all used up? All worn out?
… Maybe.

Or do you think you can take a little more?
A little more what?

Oh, so you are coming back to yourself a little.
Maybe. Mister.

“Maybe.” Well. Maybe I want to do a little something you won’t bounce back from so fast. Maybe I want you to be thinking about this for a long time.
Uh uh.

You think I won’t? Or you think I can’t?
I dunno.

Maybe I want you to beg before I let you leave this room.
I bet you can’t make me.

Guess we’ll have to see how much more you can deal with, then, won’t we?

Keep reading

Not gonna lie, I didn’t actually know he had managed to fist me until he wrote this and sent me the draft last night. I thought he’d only made it up to three or four fingers.

Of course, I had my suspicions. (And we’d established parameters, safewords, etc.)

But I’ve been blushing about it all day.