You play me like a puppet, sticking pins in a doll…
I remember his voice very clearly. He has the sort of voice you remember. At least this incarnation does. It’s like the brush of raw satin for the ears. It makes me tingle deep down a thrill at the base of my spine spreading outward to my pussy.
“I like it when you use my name.” He says softly.
“Master.” I whisper back. It’s almost in audible, until I hear his beastly growl. I may not be able to hear his drums but, he can make me feel them.