"Not if I submit to you." She said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I don't know if you've caught on yet, but I'm into pain— into more shit you do to me than you might expect. If it's consensual, I'd let you do whatever you wanted while you fucked me. Minus, you know, killing me." And once she agreed to it. As stated already.

She narrowed her eyes down at him. This could be a ploy. She glanced to the wounds, to the blood trickling to the floor, half tempted to smear it across him like he did to her. Wasn't even worth it now.

Nina relaxed, still sitting on his chest, legs spread so her feet rested beside his head, arms on her knees while she regarded him. "Well, take into account everything I said so far — along with the added caveat that if you do decide to partake in sex again, that it's only with me. You're still sharing. And I'm still a jealous bitch, even with you."