She had opened her mouth to respond to his question - the simple answer happens to be yes, by the way - and then Ransom is kissing her, biting her lip hard enough to draw a bit of blood into her mouth, and fondling her, so the noises she makes are a lot more wanton and needy than explanatory words and phrases.
Thing is Marta isn't sure she cares. It's been roughly two years since her last boyfriend, and a year and some change since her life became entirely topsy-turvy because of Harlan's decisions and then Ransom's response. Even if she were back home where things made sense in a world she was familiar with, Marta would be gagging for it in the lap of this disastrous man. She knows Ransom would not be shy about hurting her, especially enough to leave marks; she knows the sex would be good in a way that autosexual behavior can't quite reach.
Besides, it's partially his fault that she hasn't been able to orgasm much these last two weeks. Ransom sets himself to punishing standards based on any number of factors and Marta is in this... this project of caring about and for a man who thinks he is disinterested and undeserving of either, and thinks she's lying about her capacity in the first place... and Marta goes along as best she can.
Perhaps he gets the gist anyway, despite the lack of words; Marta rolls her hips back and up again, pressing against both his finger and rubbing up along his cock and trying to entice him to do more than just tease her about it. Even though she also knows that water is a shitty lube, and despite her penchant for sex alongside pain she is not well enough prepared for much active anal play at the moment. God, but she wants, and she bites him back, a sharp nip followed by soothing with her tongue and fingers traveling up his neck and into his hair once again.
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Thing is Marta isn't sure she cares. It's been roughly two years since her last boyfriend, and a year and some change since her life became entirely topsy-turvy because of Harlan's decisions and then Ransom's response. Even if she were back home where things made sense in a world she was familiar with, Marta would be gagging for it in the lap of this disastrous man. She knows Ransom would not be shy about hurting her, especially enough to leave marks; she knows the sex would be good in a way that autosexual behavior can't quite reach.
Besides, it's partially his fault that she hasn't been able to orgasm much these last two weeks. Ransom sets himself to punishing standards based on any number of factors and Marta is in this... this project of caring about and for a man who thinks he is disinterested and undeserving of either, and thinks she's lying about her capacity in the first place... and Marta goes along as best she can.
Perhaps he gets the gist anyway, despite the lack of words; Marta rolls her hips back and up again, pressing against both his finger and rubbing up along his cock and trying to entice him to do more than just tease her about it. Even though she also knows that water is a shitty lube, and despite her penchant for sex alongside pain she is not well enough prepared for much active anal play at the moment. God, but she wants, and she bites him back, a sharp nip followed by soothing with her tongue and fingers traveling up his neck and into his hair once again.