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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Power surges through her veins flooding her skin as she knows she is in control. No playful build up. No soft seductive sound of laughter, instead short raspy breathes, raw desire displayed for all to see.
Her hands steady, no shaking this time, skillfully push him down into the high backed chair. Fingers glide over the scarves she laid out carefully, silk entwining round wrists despite gentle resistance. Tied tight, cutting almost into hot flesh, the wince on his expression only serves to fuel her lust.
Powerless he must sit before her now, she is now the Ring Master. No hands to reach out and touch her burning flesh. Eyes blindfolded, unable to see the expression she carries on her face, eyes only slits, lips parted in half smile almost panting at the arousal she feels building. And she is not the only being present who is taut with arousal...
Her fingers trace over his cheek, his jawline to his lips, his mouth opening, hungrily searching for her. Pulling away, the smile curling on her lips as she drops to her knees before him......
Hot breath against inner thighs makes him moan out loud, sheer pleasure bolting through his very being. Again she pulls away before he is submersed in the sensation. Behind him she moves, nails drifting over shoulders, the lightness of her touch almost unreal to him before she applies sheer pressure and a gasp escapes his lips as his skin is broken, pain only serving to make him harder.
She now stands right infront of him, so close he can almost taste her, senses heightened he strives to seek her out. Closer still she allows his lips to graze her skin briefly. He growls in frustration as she avoids prolonged contact, struggling against his restraints...........
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