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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I turned up in the outfit he had specifically requsted I wear. He opened the door, with a lazy, confident smile on his face, firmly grasping my wrists to bring me inside. The door closed, its noise heightening the tension in the silence between us.
Without saying a word, he brought me to the room. The room I had imagined, and cum thinking about, where I knew I would be powerless before him. There was a large mirror in the room, leaving me nowhere to hide. I felt vulnerable but turned on.
He postioned me in front of the mirror, in the centre of the room, and slowly removed my coat. He smiled as he saw my outfit, and told me I was a good girl for following his instructions. I felt a tingle of desire flick deep inside my cunt at his words, the only ones he had spoken so far.
He tied my hands above my head, and walked around me, examining his new plaything from all angles as I watched him in the mirror. I shivered as I felt his breath on my neck, smelling my scent.I was his captured prey, powerless to stop him exploring my body. I could feel his cock straining against his jeans, and my breath quickened, my thighs becoming slick with juices trickling down my legs.
He stepped away. What was he doing? He stood back a few feet, watching me trying to figure out what was going on through my haze of lust. He smiled, enjoying the power he had over me, seeing my thighs squeezing together under his intense gaze.
Then, walking slowly and purposefully towards me he smiled as he unbuckled his jeans, making my cunt twitch.
He grabbed my hair from behind and whispered in my ear while grabbing my throat with his other hand.
'Tonight, you are all mine to enjoy'. |
