[ She's just wondering if she's gone too far when he flips her over and it's like a lightening strike to her cunt, a vivid echo of the way he'd turned her against the pleasure house wall. She wants to be treated as his wife, she thinks, but now she sees the bind that's put her in. For his hands can hurt either.
She could say a thousand things. Yes, she almost says. Wasn't that exactly what he'd done the last time? Approached her in a brothel, put her at risk, thought only of himself. Then left her behind. ]
Perhaps. [ She breathes out instead, suddenly wet and losing her resolve to play with him. But she still remembers Dragonstone, the confrontation on the bridge, and a challenge flashes in her eyes as she looks back at him from over her slight shoulder and writhes back against the weight of him. ] You called me 'wife'. But I know sometimes you marry your whores.
(cw: escalating brat behavior, whore slander/borderline roleplay)
She could say a thousand things. Yes, she almost says. Wasn't that exactly what he'd done the last time? Approached her in a brothel, put her at risk, thought only of himself. Then left her behind. ]
Perhaps. [ She breathes out instead, suddenly wet and losing her resolve to play with him. But she still remembers Dragonstone, the confrontation on the bridge, and a challenge flashes in her eyes as she looks back at him from over her slight shoulder and writhes back against the weight of him. ] You called me 'wife'. But I know sometimes you marry your whores.