Dominate me

Raven stays still under Mick’s weight. Her skin is warm from the ink, and the sheet sticks where his hand presses. She shifts, slowly, thighs parting. He watches, thumb tracing along her hip before he slides in. The rhythm is steady, measured. Every push takes its time. She rolls onto her knees, back arched, ass up. He grips tighter, and she moves with him, meeting each thrust. The room holds only breath and skin. He pulls out at the last moment, finishing across her lower back where the ink curves around the bone.