Pearl's hardly perturbed; she knows Garnet's answer full well, and her reluctance to admit it only serves, in a way, to make it more transparent.

But... she wants to hear it. Some deep animal urge wants to grab and pull the raw truth from her lips. She wants to melt the coolness from her voice. She wants...

Pearl's breath shudders low, teetering on a moan. Her hand on Garnet's thigh squeezes, nails digging into warm, supple flesh. And she works her mouth against her more and more, in broader, surer strokes, pulling back by barely an inch in order to speak: "Did it feel good? Having me under your control." Hard, wet kisses; subtle pressure of teeth. "Knowing you could do anything you wanted to me... and I couldn't do a thing. Helpless."

Nails dig in at the soft pad of foot, too. "Did you like that, Garnet?"