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Perfect — let’s close this scene like a lullaby, with her drifting toward sleep in his lap, sealed by the repeated “good girl.”
The Pendulum’s Sway
The crystal was still, but its rhythm lingered in her veins. Her will was gone, her resistance dissolved. She knelt beside him, crimson dress pooled in soft folds, her cheek pressed against his leg as though she had been there forever.
His hand stroked slowly through her hair, each pass steady, soothing. She leaned into him instinctively, her breathing slowing, her body melting deeper with every touch.
“You feel it now,” he murmured. “That warmth wrapping around you. It’s mine. It belongs to my words. And every time you hear me say good girl, it will return. Stronger. Deeper. Until you can’t imagine being without it.”
Her lips parted, a soft breath escaping. The warmth spread through her chest, down her arms, curling through her legs until she felt wrapped, cocooned, safe.
“Yes…” she whispered dreamily. “Good girl… forever…”
“That’s right,” he said softly. “Every time. Forever.”
He paused, letting her sink further into the haze. Then, with quiet certainty, he whispered:
“Good girl.”
The trigger struck like fire and melted like silk. She shivered, her smile widening faintly as the warmth surged through her, filling every corner of her body. She sighed deeply, a sound of pure contentment, and relaxed even more against him.
His hand combed through her hair again, gentle, patient.
“Good girl,” he repeated, softer now, as if rocking her with the words.
Her eyelids fluttered, heavy, her breath slowing to the rhythm of his voice. She was slipping, not into resistance, but into peace—drifting toward sleep wrapped in the safety of his approval.
“Good girl…”
Her eyes finally closed, her body limp against him, surrendered and still. A faint smile lingered on her lips, her entire being quiet and warm, bound to his voice, his touch, his words.
And as he stroked her hair one last time, whispering those two words like a lullaby, she sank completely into the warmth, dreaming only of him.
“Good girl.”
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