He isn't particularly enamored of pain himself; he likes to give more than receive, but his general predilection certainly isn't for gentle. Marta might be surprised to learn that this is why he takes control during sex, maybe more so than any general need for control furrowing its way into his peccadillos — everyone gets what they want. (Maybe she wouldn't be surprised. As she's put it herself, he doesn't like her to know anything about him that he hasn't told her himself, which just sums up the whole goddamn problem of Marta Cabrera.) So he lets her soothe his lip, but then he loosens the grip of his other hand and pinches the inside of her thigh.
It's no short, sharp pinch. It's high enough that his fingers find purchase on her skin where the wetness she's smearing onto his dick mingles with traces of water to create something tackier. He uses three fingers instead of two and wrenches her flesh slightly, for a good few seconds before releasing her. If she wants bruises, that will leave one.
He doesn't mind the bite; it feels pretty good. The wanting is good, this . . . assurance that she wants him in fact and not just theory, easy enough to take your clothes off for a guy behind bars who can't actually touch you. Even the pinch itself is confirmation of that, that he can do the things she said she wanted doing and won't recoil from him when push comes to shove.
She can consider it a note.
Anyway, just because Ransom hasn't let himself indulge in play-by-plays, doesn't mean he hasn't made observations or envisioned scenarios. She gets plenty wet to go around, and it's easy to slip his fingers up to her pussy, card them through the folds and drag them back between her ass. A few more times should be enough to get them going, and it's not like she's in short supply. Another thing he knows: Marta's impatient, but he's really not.
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It's no short, sharp pinch. It's high enough that his fingers find purchase on her skin where the wetness she's smearing onto his dick mingles with traces of water to create something tackier. He uses three fingers instead of two and wrenches her flesh slightly, for a good few seconds before releasing her. If she wants bruises, that will leave one.
He doesn't mind the bite; it feels pretty good. The wanting is good, this . . . assurance that she wants him in fact and not just theory, easy enough to take your clothes off for a guy behind bars who can't actually touch you. Even the pinch itself is confirmation of that, that he can do the things she said she wanted doing and won't recoil from him when push comes to shove.
She can consider it a note.
Anyway, just because Ransom hasn't let himself indulge in play-by-plays, doesn't mean he hasn't made observations or envisioned scenarios. She gets plenty wet to go around, and it's easy to slip his fingers up to her pussy, card them through the folds and drag them back between her ass. A few more times should be enough to get them going, and it's not like she's in short supply. Another thing he knows: Marta's impatient, but he's really not.