Words that tend to delight and thrill me but not always. Sometimes they will have me backing away, a little frown of concern etched upon my face as I eye him with caution. It is all about the tone in which they are delivered. When said in that distinctive low growl it suggests a hunger and desire that will have me hot and willing to comply or sometimes it will be more playful and suggestive making me giggle. It is when it is said in that deadpan manner, accompanied by a direct cold stare that it makes the hairs on the back of my arm prickle. Then I know his intentions are far from playful, well not in the traditional sense of that word. He certainly intents to play with me although toy with me might be better word. There will be nothing pretty about what happens next, nothing tender or slow. No, when he says those words in that tone it will be harsh and brutal, things will go from 0 to 100 instantly. There will be begging and tears, my skin will burn, my muscles will ache, my heart will race as my body tries to battle its way through and at the end I will be sore and exhausted. I might back away when he says those words in that tone but it’s not because I don’t want it, but because I need to be made to take it, over and over again.