That moment when his hands are tied behind his back and you're jerking him off, toying with him and admiring how handsome he looks, and you lean closer to him and pretend you're going to kiss him but doesn't only to hear him sigh.
Flirting is a lost art. The longer I can keep the tease amplified, the more he's open, available and compliant. I'll start at dinner and it won't end till I've had all the fun I can have. By then, he's ready to do anything I want him to.
