( gentle prying. being completely obsessed with embry means its fairly hard for him to have any privacy with ash, so he's aware, at least in a distant way, of his infatuation with anora. ash isn't sure if the opposite is true. he isn't sure he wants it to be, either. )
( ew — typed, deleted. not because her teeth have softened, but because her ass hasn't forgotten the sear of ash's handprint, the bruised knock of her hips on lacquered wood on each downswing. mercilessly efficient, same iron fist he rules the fucking oval office with.
embry moore is a pain in the ass. he isn't worth the literal pain in her ass. )
you wanna reward a bad dog for pissing on the floor??? baby this pussy is a privilege, not a punishment i'm not handin out a medal of honor to him for acting like a rabid little bitch
( he's considering, about it — anora's cunt is a privilege, that's not in question. it's that worrying boundary between spoiling and torture that embry walks, because every pain is a present, every hurt a homily. it's why it's so hard to teach that bad dog a lesson — he just loves to be disciplined. )
Humor me, then. I give you Embry to punish. How would you do it?
( it's not every day she's invited to the director's chair, full creative control. always her face on a screen, with someone else's words in her mouth — never her voice in a snapshot, script, set. the woman you pay not look at, not to hear. she sits with it — not hesitating, but luxuriating. sinking into each second of power, even if she's had to fuck her way into it. bled for it, bruised for it. it's embry's turn to pay the toll, the way silver-spoon men never have to. )
i'd walk him on a leash. the leash matches my heels. obviously he can carry my bag, hold my drink, kneel pretty, crawl to me then i'd have him lick the bottom of the same heels that walked all over his pathetic ego
and just when he thinks i forgive his sorry ass, i'll push him off and go ride someone taller, richer, and meaner than him (that's you) if he behaves? maybe i let him sniff the bed after
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so generous, mr. president ❤️❤️ you keep spoiling me
his balls must always be full
miserable little shit
so, you gonna pick who gets the honor (lol) of fucking him?
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Haven't decided.
Why? You want a turn?
( gentle prying. being completely obsessed with embry means its fairly hard for him to have any privacy with ash, so he's aware, at least in a distant way, of his infatuation with anora. ash isn't sure if the opposite is true. he isn't sure he wants it to be, either. )
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embry moore is a pain in the ass. he isn't worth the literal pain in her ass. )
you wanna reward a bad dog for pissing on the floor???
baby this pussy is a privilege, not a punishment
i'm not handin out a medal of honor to him for acting like a rabid little bitch
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Humor me, then.
I give you Embry to punish. How would you do it?
( ash, preemptively, unzips his pants. )
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i'd walk him on a leash. the leash matches my heels. obviously
he can carry my bag, hold my drink, kneel pretty, crawl to me
then i'd have him lick the bottom of the same heels that walked all over his pathetic ego
and just when he thinks i forgive his sorry ass, i'll push him off and go ride someone taller, richer, and meaner than him
(that's you)
if he behaves? maybe i let him sniff the bed after