“You women and pain” He grumbles, palm over your mouth so you could bite onto it.

Muttering profanities under your breath. You arch, midsection close to the edge of the marble table. Tightening the strings to get the knot out, much to your displeasure, he chuckles.

‘It’s not funny’ You seethe, only for him to pull the strings back to him. Your derrière pressed against his idlying front.

“Nobody told you to wear this shit, now I’m the one taking it off”