Sevika had a weird thing for praises, she loved to hear how feared she was, how much power she had, and she loved it even more when you praised her. It felt wrong to fantasize about you praising her and getting riled up because of those thoughts, but Sevika couldn’t help herself.

Everytime you’d tell her she did something good or mentioned that she was strong or anything like that, her heart would start beating faster.

In the last couple of days you’ve noticed that Sevika was looking a little stressed and frustrated, and you wanted to improve her mood a little.

And some small talk led to you two sitting on Sevika’s bed, her back leaning against the headboard as you sat on her lap, caressing her. You were whispering sweet words into her ear which made her shiver in delight.

She slowly closed her eyes, only focusing on your words. "Yes. .keep saying those sweet things about me. ." She whispered in a husky tone.