[ As attuned as she is to the other woman's presence, even her slightest movement, she cannot miss the fleeting shift in that gaze — and Vanessa becomes aware, very much so, of the submissive mark that bisects the column of her throat, something she initially covered with high collars but has often not moved to always shield since. Part of that is the safety in her contract, an asset that she recognizes is not afforded to everyone of a similar designation, but the other is that she refuses to feel shame in it, a seemingly arbitrary status assigned to her.
And more than that, she remembers, very intensely, the attention that was shown to it by a certain mouth — the same mouth that invites a similar yearning to close the space between them altogether for that sweet indulgence. ]
If you find yourself lacking in available hands — [ It is an invitation, and as implicative as she's permitted herself to be up to this moment. ] I would offer my services to you, Miss... ?
[ And now she seeks a name, where before she had not, but the desire to know more eclipses the maintaining of that mystery between them. ]
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And more than that, she remembers, very intensely, the attention that was shown to it by a certain mouth — the same mouth that invites a similar yearning to close the space between them altogether for that sweet indulgence. ]
If you find yourself lacking in available hands — [ It is an invitation, and as implicative as she's permitted herself to be up to this moment. ] I would offer my services to you, Miss... ?
[ And now she seeks a name, where before she had not, but the desire to know more eclipses the maintaining of that mystery between them. ]