Kiss! Nuzzle.

He hums thoughtfully, pins her to the bed, and kisses her some more.

And - yep, that is definitely some magic that's happening there.

And now he thinks he would like to investigate all her most kissable locations.

She makes a little startled yelp when he pins her beneath him, then:

"Oh. Oh." She squirms and begins trembling under him, blinking up at him with wide eyes. "Oh, shit, I-I forgot to ask, is this room, is it - soundproofed, I m-might make, make noise, oh touch me touch me please, yes -"

He laughs softly.

"You don't have to worry about anyone hearing you," he promises.

"Good, good, that's - so good - please -"

Would he like more squirming and trembling? Because she has so much of both in stock!

He would! He would like those things very much!

He keeps not getting around to tying her to his bed. Holding her down with his own hands just feels so much more personal.

She does not have any complaints!

Actually, she's kind of babbling compliments.

"- I want you, so strong, I love being yours, pleasepleaseplease you feel so good I want you I want you fuck me fuck me please I want you -"

This was such a good idea.

But no, he's not going to fuck her. Yet. He intends to keep playing with her for a long while first.

She begins making additional sounds, whimpers and whines and tiny hisses as she sucks in air. Along with this she starts regaining a bit of coherency, and even scrapes up enough coordination to squirm with purpose.

Her babbling follows a similar theme.

"Sekar, Sekar I'm yours - I want you, you have me begging already, oh, my Emperor, my lovely powerful Emperor, you have me I'm yours take me enter me I need you I want you please -"

She really knows how to play to her audience, doesn't she.

And they have recently discussed his imperfect self-control.

But he is not overcome by lust quite yet.

Fuck that didn't work what will work -

"- you had me in pieces and begging for you in under a minute, please I want you I want you, my Emperor please, I'm yours, yours yours yours have me have me please over and over and over, I need you I need you master please -"

"You're mine," he says softly, "and I can make you beg for as long as I like."

And then he shifts his grip on her wrists and digs his nails into both of her slave-marks.

She lets out a wail that evolves into a hoarse and whimpery moan, enhanced by copious amounts of writhing.

He gives her a few seconds, then shifts his grip back to the painless one and returns to his survey of kissable locations.

Well, now she's sobbing pitifully between her whimpers of desire.

"Sekar - please -" is about all she can make out.

"You're so beautiful."

And kissable. In numerous locations.

"Then fuck me my Emperor I need you -"

Oh look, she's recovering some coherency! She's even back to purposeful squirming. While sobbing. And whimpering.

Her squirming is ineffective. Her Emperor holds her down effortlessly.

She makes a little whine and tries squirming a little harder! This doesn't get her anything except even more sexual frustration. She sobs again, with feeling.

All right, he's toyed with her enough for now. Time to give her what she wants.

"Oh - thank you thank you yes -"

And now language is a little bit beyond her. Sounds are not. Neither are movements.

Oh good.

She remembers a word, and soon is persuaded to whimper it.

"Sekar..."

"Eselle, my Eselle, so beautiful..."

Adoring whimper! That doesn't require language she doesn't have! She does that.