In her own voice, she says, “Shit! Xxx I’ll take it from there.”
I do, she does, and I find myself soaring westward and up towards the roiling clouds that tumble tumultuously across the sky. “If you had told me you wanted it done to remind you of your failure to resist Stryker’s programming, I would have refused. You got it right. Storm twitches slightly at the sensation. Perhaps too comfortable, as I am very aware of her body where it touches mine, despite the layers of leather between us. Without conscious thought, my tail wraps tightly around her waist, pulling her to me. What sin it stands for?”
The hand stops stroking me for a second, then begins again. Once the wind came up, he found it impossible to make much headway against it.
