playfully-sadistic:

I know exactly what that low, growled “Fuck” right into your ear does to you. I know exactly how weak it makes you to feel the vibrations of my lips when curses and dark moans go right against your neck. Don’t even dare think for just one second that I don’t know exactly what reaction I’ll get out of you when I’m whispering your nickname, so aroused, so full of raw, dominant energy, right before I bite down into your fragile skin and mark you. I know how it sets your whole body on fire when I describe to you, soft and yet dangerously promising, what I’m going to do to you, in detail.

You’re so easy to manipulate, baby. It’s so easy to get you wrapped around my finger, with just a few dirty words, a few whispered threats, a few hot promises.

You’re so easily ruined by my voice, aren’t you?