“I’m sorry, darling, but you must stay here; I must keep you here.” His voice was soft yet deep in your ear; there was also a hint of sorrow there. You knew he was lonely, but enough to physically keep you holed in his house as a pet?!
“Mettaton, please. . .” You stopped mid-sentence as you felt his hands slowly slide up your shirt, the touch leaving a trail of fire on your skin. Soft whimpers left you as he continued his lazy stroking of your stomach, surely he was just curious and that he wasn’t planning anything.
“You are so soft, darling.” He said absentmindedly as his hand started to climb higher up your shirt, his touch was gentle and tentative like he wasn’t sure what he was doing. Your breathing was quickening and soft mewls were escaping you as you leaned into in his gentle touches.