Thigh High
Sonny Carisi
“Sonny leans in, so close you can hear the soft sounds of his breath, so close he presses an all-tongue-and-lip kiss to that spot under your ear that drives you crazy.”
Requested by anonymous: Now that we know it’s his kink, thigh riding/dry humping with Sonny?
(1.9K words)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: NSFW, vagina-owner reader, bdsm, power-play, “good girl” used for reader, dirty talk, swearing, praising, mention of spanking
His hand is on your thigh, long fingers spread across the material of your gown, fingerprints pressing so gently inward, pinkie reaching a little too high up.
Barba is talking. Barba is doing a lot of talking. And you smile and pretend to listen. You laugh when you’re supposed to. But his hand is on your thigh, and you’re feeling the fire in your belly.
You can feel Sonny’s eyes on you, but you don’t dare to look at him. You know the look he would sneak you, the impish grin of a man who knew just how much control he had over you.
He’s trying to break you, tease you, desperate to see you squirm. But you’re good; you’ve been good all night, schmoozing DAs, charming politicians. Tonight, you aren’t whispering dirty secrets in Sonny’s ear or letting your hand stray under the table. You didn’t even try to make Sonny jealous, even though you loved how he spanked you after. Tonight, you’re playing the long game, and Sonny knows.
