There is a tone I didn’t even realise I used when we played, or perhaps more accurately, when I was turned on and tuned into him.
He mentioned it early on. “Oh, that voice…” he said softly, almost a moan, his own tone dropping in response.
I paid attention then. It is quiet, slow, deliberate, concentrated, slightly deeper than my normal speaking voice, resonating from the back of my throat. It’s almost calming, unconsciously designed to wash over him, like some relentless wave of water that simply and inevitably envelopes anything in its path.
He recognised it before I did and I love that, when unintentional behaviours on my side become something that he reacts violently to. I am not good at deliberate provocations: acting a certain way to elicit certain responses. It makes me feel cheesy, ridiculous, so it only works for me when ‘the way I am’ hits something in him just right.
It became a trigger, an unconscious kind of training, where I could whisper in his ear in ‘that voice’ and he would drop like a stone into sub space, cock hard, eyes glazed. Incredible, beautiful.
“Oh, that voice…” he would say.